Eyes closed, then open, a busy and fulfilling night often ends just like that.
However, for some awkward young men and women, on this quiet and beautiful morning... whoever wakes up first is the one who's embarrassed!
Playful and mischievous sunlight stealthily crept onto the bed, determined to disturb one's sleep.
The sun was already high, and Ankh groggily opened his eyes, mumbling, "Why is it so hot..."
With such a large double bed, why did it feel so crowded?
Also, what was wrapped around my waist? It felt like someone's arm, or even a thigh?
Ankh, sleeping on his side, felt like he was holding a warm, soft little beast in his arms, and the quilt in front of him was bulging.
Something felt off, didn't it?
Wait... what's in my hand?
Ankh just realized, why did it feel so fleshy... Ankh, still groggy from waking up, unconsciously moved his hand.
"Hmph ah..."
A soft, delicate whimper suddenly sounded from under the covers, startling Ankh, making him shiver and gasp for breath.
A woman? How could this be? Can I sleepwalk onto a woman's bed?
It couldn't be Mira, could it? That shouldn't be possible. She has Satan Soul. Logically, she could just slap her sleepwalking self awake.
Calm down, calm down. Maybe... maybe... uh... it's just a cat?
Ah, right! It's just a cat!
After a good deal of mental preparation, Ankh's other free hand lifted the covers, hoping and wishing, and peeked into the bed... Damn, it wasn't a cat, it was Mira.
Ankh, feeling utterly hopeless, pulled the covers back up. He didn't dare to move a muscle. What he had touched was already self-evident... [Well, I warned you.]
As if to break the awkwardness, Seram's voice sounded just in time.
But judging by her tone, why did it feel like Seram was teasing him?
Ankh racked his brain but couldn't figure out how he had taken advantage of Mirajane. He was clearly asleep, wasn't he?
Seram immediately saw Ankh's thoughts and, holding back a laugh, said:
[You have the talent of a god. It's not uncommon to use magic in your sleep.]
Ankh was completely dumbfounded. I can use magic in my dreams?
I truly live up to my name!
This also explained why Mirajane couldn't resist Ankh's 'atrocities,' didn't it? Ankh gazed at Mirajane—her white, innocent hair exposed outside the quilt—with a long sigh of guilt.
That fleeting glimpse after he lifted the covers, Ankh not only saw the girl's fair, jade-like body but also noticed the messy, swollen red kiss marks around her lips.
Thankfully, Ankh was probably not very conscious during his sleepwalking. It seemed they had only been in a messy struggle with their upper bodies all night, without any substantial progress.
Otherwise, if he had defiled such a young girl in the prime of her youth, the accumulated guilt in Ankh's heart would likely be impossible to erase in this lifetime.
But even so, Ankh had still defiled the girl's body. This shame would probably never fade... "Mira, wake up."
Ankh owed her a lot, so his words naturally became gentler and more pleasant. He put on his clothes, got out of bed, and gently pushed Mirajane's fragrant shoulder, trying to wake her up.
Mirajane, half-asleep, smacked her lips, gently pushed Ankh with her delicate hand, twisted her slender, graspable waist, and fell back asleep in a different position.
Ankh scratched his head in a dilemma. She still wasn't awake?
It seemed he had worn her out last night... Ankh, feeling guilty, unlike his usual self, didn't dare to forcefully pull her up.
He could only lean down, gently tucking the sheets around Mirajane, then left a note on the table and tiptoed out of the room.
The moment Ankh stepped out the door, Mirajane, who had been burying herself in the covers like an ostrich, suddenly opened her bright, watery eyes, her delicate face flushed with an alluring blush.
That hateful guy finally left...
No one knew how Mirajane had slept that night. Mirajane only knew that when she woke up with a start in the morning, she had already been firmly held in a certain vital spot by someone.
Mirajane wanted to free her "handle" from Ankh's hand, but she didn't dare to move. A slight struggle would only hurt herself, so she just closed her eyes and pretended to sleep until now.
Heaven help her, after Ankh woke up, Mirajane finally regained her freedom and even escaped the awkwardness by pretending to sleep... Mirajane sat up, hugging the quilt, looking at the claw marks on her body with a pained heart, and the ensuing shame and anger almost made her faint.
That bastard! If she hadn't been outmatched last night... unwilling to expose herself, she would have castrated that bullying guy alive!
Mirajane sat blankly on the bed, her heart a mix of emotions.
She wanted to cry, but couldn't. She wanted to laugh, but didn't know why she should.
Mirajane questioned her true feelings. Ankh had saved her and her siblings, and after joining the guild, he had always taken meticulous care of them. Of course, she had some good feelings for Ankh.
In fact, these good feelings were even mixed with strong emotions.
However, the wild Ankh of last night was Mirajane's first encounter. Under the physical and mental assault, she was a bit flustered and didn't know how to face Ankh for a while.
She truly liked Ankh, one could even say she was dependent on him, but she was also a woman with boundaries.
Mirajane clenched her fists tightly, making a silent resolve in her heart.
She would never, absolutely never forgive him!
Hmm... well, at least not for three months. Even if he begs me, I'll still talk to him!
While Mirajane was still having this internal struggle, Ankh outside had already composed himself and entered work mode early.
[Go straight, turn left, all the way to the end of the corridor, stop.]
With Seram, the human radar of magic, in his head, Ankh easily found the room where the blueprint was located.
This was the hotel staff's dormitory area. Ankh had taken advantage of their shift change to sneak in while invisible.
These dormitories had non-magical, purely structural door locks. Even Ankh in his previous life could pick them open with instant noodles!
Ankh fiddled with it for a while, and the lock finally gave way. He quickly slipped inside.
After entering the dormitory, Ankh quickly surveyed his surroundings.
There was nothing special; it was just a relatively clean dormitory, and although the room was small, it was fully equipped.
Following Seram's instructions, Ankh quickly found a package in a hidden compartment under the bed. He pulled out its contents, which was precisely the blueprint emitting a positioning magical energy.
He finally found it. It was worth the hefty price Ankh paid for those two sets of designer dresses.
Just as Ankh got the blueprint and was about to leave, his incredibly sharp hearing suddenly caught a faint movement at the door:
"Sir... please come in..."