Meanwhile, inside the seaside villa—within the first-floor bathhouse that should have been empty—two graceful figures quietly arrived.
"This really is..."
Watching the scene before her eyes in the bathhouse, the black-haired girl silently adjusted her glasses.
The bathhouse water remained warm under magical enhancement, releasing faint white steam into the air.
And steaming into the air alongside it was that rich floral fragrance.
How to describe this?
Right now, the bathhouse scene resembled the aftermath of a cake battle conducted in unlimited firepower mode—except there was no cake at all. Just pure white cream everywhere.
From the changing room outside the entrance straight through to the bathhouse floor inside, everything visible had been coated with a thick layer.
As for the bath itself—that was absolutely ground zero. Two words to describe it: cream-topped.
Sona considered herself psychologically hardy. As Satan Leviathan's little sister, she'd been raised as the Sitri household's successor head just like Rias—therefore, from childhood, she could basically remain unfazed facing any situation.
Except... when her sister publicly grabbed her for forced affection sessions.
But what kind of situation was this right now??
Why could the entire bathhouse be turned into this state??
Exactly how many times did you do it in here??
Sona's scalp practically tingled. Though generally an excellent student from childhood—even properly attending biology class as an elective—she knew males typically produced three to five milliliters per instance.
But the current amount—setting aside three to five milliliters, if collected entirely, it might total three to five tons!
This... was absolutely... even just being exposed to this atmosphere might result in pregnancy, right? And they hadn't even bathed yet!
"Ahahaha~ Bokue-kun and the others were really enthusiastic."
Just then, her sister Serafall's familiar voice came from behind Sona.
Turning to look, the Satan girl wore only a bath towel wrapped around her body like her sister—barely covering important areas from chest straight down to bottom.
She walked unconcernedly step by step across the impact-crater-riddled floor, passing her sister to reach the bathside. From the steps, she placed one foot into the water surface covered with thick cream, a fascinated expression appearing on her delicate face—nearly identical to her sister's.
"Oh~ so this is Bokue-kun's temperature. It really is quite..."
"Onee-sama!"
Before Serafall could finish her commentary, Sona hurried forward from behind, grabbing her sister's arm to pull her back from the waterside, her small face flushed red while quietly scolding.
"How can Onee-sama step directly in? Everything inside is... Onee-sama should know, right??"
"Hm? Of course I know. Though it's all Bokue-kun's good stuff anyway."
Serafall tilted her head with seeming confusion.
"Rather, Sona—don't you plan to try it?"
"Huh?"
"Like this..."
Speaking thus, Serafall bent down to scoop up a handful of cream from the bath. Before her sister could react—splat—she splashed it all across her sister's chest.
Eh??
Sona instantly froze.
Serafall's action was too sudden. Some portions flew upward, separately sticking to the black-haired girl's neck, chin, and lips. Even her glasses' lenses got a few drops.
This appearance at first glance looked exactly like she'd just been... that!!!
Feeling the sticky sensation seeping through her bath towel, Sona's small face instantly flushed crimson.
"Hahaha~ don't be so tense."
Watching her sister's red cheeks and steaming head, Serafall laughed happily.
"Remember when Bokue-kun used just one drop of blood during our meeting to recreate the Red Dragon Emperor's body with power exceeding his peak? The strong contain infinite power in their bodies. Not just blood—including this stuff too. Hearing this, doesn't Sona-chan feel a bit tempted?"
"I-I couldn't possibly want such a..."
Sona reflexively tried to refute.
"Oh~ really?"
Serafall suddenly leaned in close, practically pressing faces with her sister while tilting her head.
"After eavesdropping outside the door during that hotel stay, Sona-chan was in the room pleasuring yourself for quite a while, weren't you?"
"Eh? How does Onee-sama know... no, I mean... there's no way Onee-sama could know!"
Having already let it slip from the start, Sona couldn't conceal things further.
"But I thoroughly cleaned the bathtub. How could Onee-sama possibly know..."
"Hmph hmph~ of course I know about that. After all, Sona-chan, you're my little sister."
Serafall smiled smugly.
Because back then, she'd wanted to as well.
"Eavesdropping? You mean that time Bokue and I were in the hotel room?"
Her words barely finished when a certain beautiful lady's voice came from behind the two girls at the bathhouse entrance.
Turning to look back, they saw Venelana—likewise wearing only a bath towel—had somehow also arrived at the bathhouse. Smiling, she stepped across the cream-covered floor to reach the bathside, entering the bath along the steps without any pause, allowing the floating cream in the bath to cover her body.
Then she even imitated Serafall's earlier action—scooping up a handful of cream from the bath before pouring it down her own body from the neck in front of both girls on shore.
The milky-white color adorned the beautiful lady's form, adding several degrees of sacred meaning.
After finishing, only then did she turn toward the two girls still on shore, smiling faintly.
"What's wrong? Not coming in to try?"
"Mm..."
Seeing Venelana's completely candid appearance, Serafall didn't know what to say, only shrugging.
"Obaasama really isn't planning to pretend anymore."
"Because there's no need for that."
Venelana spoke while scooping up another handful of cream. This time she applied it bit by bit to her own face like a facial mask.
"Performing in front of people who already know the truth is quite embarrassing. Anyway, Serafall-chan and Sona-chan—you both already know. So might as well lay it out openly."
"Eek~ Obaasama really is so open-minded. If only our Sona-chan could be this open too."
Serafall sighed.
"That's simple."
Venelana finished her facial mask before tilting her head back to drink the remaining cream in one go. Then she opened her eyes, mouth corners curving upward slightly.
"Next time Bokue comes, Serafall-chan, you can bring Sona-chan along too. Everyone playing together is more fun, isn't it?"
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