Ragunna.
At the break of dawn.
Carlotta opened her eyes, though her mind was still foggy, years of habit had trained her body to wake at this hour.
No matter what she had experienced the night before, no matter how exhausted she was.
Perhaps because she had just woken up, Carlotta was still in a defenseless state. She sat up, rubbing her temples, a hangover-like dizziness enveloping her entire body. Yet the dull ache in her lower abdomen was especially clear.
Probably because she still wasn't used to being "thoroughly penetrated."
Or perhaps...
it was because that bastard Cat's Eye had no idea how to be gentle!
Every time, he was rough and reckless, though that raw force made her bones go weak in the moment, leaving her gritting her teeth in soreness afterward. It was like a knife wrapped in honey sweet, yes, but the cutting still hurt.
"Hiss..." Carlotta curled her legs up, poking her flushed skin with her fingertip. "This guy..."
Beside her came the steady sound of Ray's breathing, this carefree bastard was sleeping soundly, completely unaware of the young woman's grievances. He turned over and pulled the blanket tighter around himself.
The young woman bit her lip, watching Ray's unconcerned expression. She reached out to push him awake, but just as her hand hovered in the air, she hesitated. The tips of her ears turned a faint red.
Forget it. Considering he had worked so hard last night to help her relax, she'd forgive him this time.
"But next time, I'll make sure he learns the meaning of moderation."
With that, she sighed softly and stepped barefoot onto the cold floor.
The chill crept up from the soles of her feet, clearing her drowsy mind considerably.
She made her way to the kitchen with practiced ease and took a carton of milk from the refrigerator, for an adult, it might be a bit childish, but for the Second Young Miss of the Montelli family, it was an essential part of her daily nutrition.
Though she had long passed her growth spurt, Carlotta still harbored a few unrealistic aspirations or perhaps it was the ambition inherent in the Montelli bloodline.
After all, with her family's genes, why would she settle for less?
No matter what, she had to at least match that woman Cantarella in the future!
After washing up, Carlotta got dressed as the family's blade, her schedule was always packed to the brim, every minute and second accounted for.
"Wait, am I forgetting something?"
Carlotta paused at the door, her gaze slowly drifting to her lower abdomen. Suddenly, she remembered something very important!
Ah, she forgot to take the pill.
"That guy made another excuse not to wear one yesterday!"
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Early morning.
Ray opened his eyes.
He groggily blinked, rubbing his sleepy eyes, his gaze sweeping over the empty space beside him on the pillow, the Second Young Miss had left sometime without even saying a word.
"She's already gone?"
He muttered to himself, yawned, and shuffled into the bathroom.
After washing up, he splashed some water on his face in front of the mirror, but he still couldn't muster any energy. His eyelids kept drooping.
Probably because he had released too much last night, leaving him sluggish the next day.
Sigh, it was all the Second Young Miss's fault.
Even after he said there was nothing left, she kept squeezing him dry...
"Waaah—"
A sudden flash of golden light. Anby popped out of Ray's Tacet Mark, rubbing its eyes with its little paws. The whole creature drooped, looking completely listless.
It gave a weak greeting, its voice as faint as smoke dissolving in the wind. "Morning."
"What's wrong with you? You look just as tired."
Ray asked instinctively.
Though Anby was in a symbiotic state with him, the little guy spent most of its time asleep in his consciousness. It only occasionally came out when it woke up, rarely appearing otherwise.
Besides, it couldn't observe the outside world.
Anby shook its head, its ears drooping. "I don't know... I feel like I had a nightmare. Woke up with my head all fuzzy."
It gave a small yawn and floated weakly onto Ray's shoulder. "Usually, when I sleep in your consciousness, this doesn't happen..."
"A nightmare?"
"Mm." Anby nodded. "I felt like I was caught in a storm at sea. The whole ship was rocking, and it made me all dizzy."
"..."
That was probably, maybe, perhaps...
Ray's fault.
But either way, he definitely wasn't going to tell Anby that secret.
"What are we doing today?" Anby asked.
"Today..." Ray rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment. "I need to see Cantarella. Tell her about Cartethyia."
Speaking of Cartethyia, after parting ways with Phoebe last time, Ray had tried to resonate with the tablet again, but the result was the same, no response.
Could it be that the only reason he had been able to enter that Sonora realm before was because of Phoebe?
Did that mean that if he wanted to see Cartethyia again, he would have to sleep with Phoebe?
Ray didn't mind, but the problem was...
"Phoebe, I need you to sleep with me!"
Yeah, that would definitely interfere with Phoebe's normal work.
And the bard the Second Young Miss had mentioned still hadn't turned up.
So he thought he'd go see Cantarella, see if she had any way to help him enter the Sonora realm again.
Anby didn't care what he was thinking. It had already floated to the sofa, picked up a remote control slightly smaller than itself, expertly turned on the TV, switched to its favorite channel, tore open a bag of chips, and nestled comfortably into the sofa, watching with great interest.
This was Anby's daily life now.
Wake up, eat, eat, play, play, sleep.
"If it's not my favorite show, just change the channel."
Anby's inner self was more like a person than an Echo.
This only made Ray more suspicious, was this little creature really going to turn into a person someday?
Ray shrugged, turned, and headed to the kitchen to start making breakfast.
When everything was ready, Ray planned to head out to see Cantarella.
But to his surprise, when he pushed open the door, he found a young woman standing at his doorstep.
"Phrolova?"
Ray's eyes widened slightly.
Wait, why was Phrolova here?
No, how did she know where he lived?
And why was she waiting specifically at his door?
Phrolova stood at the entrance, her cold, aloof demeanor seeming especially distant in the morning light.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping past Ray's shoulder into the room, before saying flatly,
"Won't you invite me in?"
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