In the late morning, the little Beaver lazily stirred from her sleep.
Even though she had been asleep for a long time, fatigue still washed over her like a tide, making it difficult for her to open her eyes.
Right then, however, a ticklish sensation brushed across her face, as if someone were deliberately teasing her cheek with strands of hair.
The little Beaver felt somewhat dazed. Ugh...
Who is it? Can't they just let her sleep in a bit longer?
"Stop it, Ginny."
Dazed with sleep, the little Beaver thought she was still in the Weasley family's tent, sharing a bed with her best friend Ginny.
"Ginny?" A cool, crisp voice drifted into her ears.
That was definitely not Ginny's voice!
Wait, last night...
The little Beaver's eyes snapped open, and the very first thing that came into view was Konan's exquisite face right in front of her.
At this moment, Konan was looking at her with a pair of beautiful, clear eyes, a half-smile lingering on her face.
In an instant, memories rushed back into the little Beaver's mind like a tidal wave.
Recalling what had transpired the previous night, her face flushed redder than an apple, steam practically billowing from her head.
What was even more mortifying was that when the two of them came out of the bathroom last night, they were so thoroughly exhausted that their heads had barely hit the pillow before they fell fast asleep.
Which meant that right now, under the exact same blanket, Konan and Hermione were...
Ahem, those who know, know.
Almost instinctively, the little Beaver's mischievous hand resting on Konan's waist exerted a tiny bit of strength.
Instantly, a delightful sensation traveled from her palm, up her arm, and straight into her brain.
Konan's delicate Eastern skin was as smooth and soft as jelly, making one unable to resist giving it a few extra squeezes.
The moment she realized what she was doing, the little Beaver blushed violently with embarrassment.
She snatched her hand back as if shocked by electricity, but Konan had no intention of letting the adorable little Beaver off so easily. Flipping over, she pinned her directly beneath herself.
With her arms propped up on either side of the little Beaver's head, Konan gazed down at the little Beaver's rosy, peach-like face, the corners of her lips curling into an arch alluring enough to captivate all living beings.
Such a cute little face... If I took a bite out of it, it would probably taste delicious, wouldn't it?
Having surrendered to her desires for the first time, Konan—that absolute rogue—had completely cast off all restraint. Taking advantage of the fact that the little Beaver was still dazed from being pinned down, she abruptly lowered her head and planted a deep kiss on her lips.
The moment her mouth was sealed, Hermione's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
"Mmph... mmph..."
Hermione had wanted to cry out for help, but with her mouth blocked by Konan, she could only let out a series of meaningless whimpers.
Seeing Hermione like this, Konan grew even more excited. Withdrawing one hand from beside Hermione's head, she reached down under the covers instead.
Instantly, Hermione felt as though an electric shock had coursed through her, and she began to struggle desperately.
Seeing the little Beaver on the verge of squirming out of her grasp, Konan's eyes narrowed. Sheets of snow-white paper peeled away from her arm, twisting into a tough, durable rope that bound Hermione securely.
Catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of Kyle sleeping peacefully on the sofa, poor little Hermione struggled all the more fiercely.
Following Hermione's gaze, a mischievous smirk curved on Konan's lips.
"Miss Granger, you wouldn't want to wake Kyle up by making too much noise, would you?"
Hearing Konan's words, the force of Hermione's struggle instantly dwindled.
What followed was time meant just for the two of them.
Having sped along the Akina Mountain racetrack last night, Kyle had then rushed outside the tent to engage three hundred Death Eaters in a ferocious square-dance showdown.
As Hogwarts' ultimate Lord of the Dance, Kyle had gone to sleep much later than Konan and Hermione, which naturally meant he woke up much later than them as well.
When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by an extraordinarily peculiar scene.
Konan was sitting fully dressed by the edge of the bed, holding a slim ladies' cigarette between her fingers, taking puff after slow puff.
Hermione, meanwhile, had wrapped herself entirely in the blanket, leaving only her head exposed, wet tear tracks still clinging to her crimson cheeks.
Though tear tracks remained on her face, Kyle could tell from Hermione's expression that her mood was definitely not sadness or any other negative emotion, but rather...
Delight? Joy?
Furthermore, the little Beaver's sneaky glances toward Konan—who had her back turned to her—were filled with a trace of faint expectation amidst her lingering intoxication.
The little Beaver was acting completely out of character, but Konan beside her looked even weirder.
This posture of hers looked just like...
A cigarette after the deed makes one feel like an immortal?
Kyle: ???
The bewildered expression on his face grew even stronger.
So, during the time he had been sleeping later than the two of them, what in the world had happened between them?
"Um..." Sensing the strange atmosphere in the room, Kyle spoke up weakly. "What are you two..."
"Eek!" Noticing that Kyle had woken up, Hermione instantly let out a startled gasp.
Following Hermione's line of sight toward the adjacent sofa, the calm and effortless expression on Konan's face vanished instantly. For a moment, she didn't even know where to put the cigarette between her fingers.
However, she quickly adjusted herself and forced a casual composure. "You're awake? If you're awake, go wash up."
Her tone was quite flat, but the faint blush creeping onto her face betrayed her—as if she had recalled the wildness from last night... er, and this morning.
Hermione pulled her head inside the blanket, not daring to look at Kyle at all.
For some reason, an inexplicable sense of taboo suddenly welled up in her heart.
A moment later, having been kicked out of the room by the two of them, Kyle stood outside the door and silently rubbed his short golden hair.
Summoning a water mirror, he looked at his reflection in the water. Kyle felt as though the golden hue of his hair wasn't quite as brilliant as before. Had the color changed a bit?
Er, compared to before, did it seem to carry a faint cast of green light?
And was this soft green hue applied to him by Konan?
No! That was definitely an illusion!
Rubbing his eyes, Kyle looked into the water mirror once more.
Mm, the hair color is indeed normal this time. So everything I saw just now was a hallucination.
When Kyle finished washing up and entered the neighboring tent, everyone else had already taken their leave.
Only his two old Dads and the tireless Butler-Man remained inside the tent.
Looking at the refreshed and energetic Kyle, the three old codgers exchanged glances with one another, cheeky smiles surfacing on their faces in unison.
Possessing an extraordinarily thick skin, Kyle automatically ignored their gazes, staring back fearlessly at his two unscrupulous Dads.
"Dads, did you like the two body pillows I gave you back at Christmas? I'll send you two more in the same style this coming Christmas."
The two old men instantly conceded defeat.
Could they possibly admit that they loved those body pillows so much that they had to hold them tight every single night just to fall asleep?
Or could they lie against their conscience in front of their partner and claim they didn't like them?
No matter how they answered, it was a trap. The former option meant losing face, while the latter meant losing love.
Exchanging an awkward glance, the two old codgers hastily averted their eyes.
Since it concerned his master, Alfred didn't dare laugh out loud, standing to the side in silence with his eyes lowered and his mind focused.
However, Kyle had no intention of letting him off the hook. He turned toward Alfred, who was desperately trying to reduce his own presence, a smile appearing on his face—one just as sly as the ones those three old codgers had worn earlier.
"Alfred..."
"My apologies, Young Master. I just remembered that something is cooking in the kitchen, and I must go attend to it."
Before Kyle could even finish his sentence, Alfred hurriedly fled the scene.
Though he didn't know what dirt or embarrassing secret the little Demon Lord held on him, running away right now was definitely the right move.
Watching the old butler bolt at lightning speed, Kyle curled his lips in amusement.
He had heard that while wandering around the campsite over the past few days, Butler-Man had run into an old lady and found his second spring.
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