"Hmm..."

In the tipsy morning, Merka lay on a large bed. Half asleep, he tugged at the velvet blanket, only to find it unmoving, as if pressed down by a large stone.

Several tentacles, as thick as the roots of a hundred-year-old tree, firmly secured the blanket and Merka to the bed.

Opening his bleary eyes, Merka struggled to turn his head, which was nestled on the plush velvet pillow. In his line of sight was Turing, who also had his head resting on a pillow, smiling as gently as a water-like lotus.

"Merka, Merka~"

"Awake now?"

"Sorry about that."

"I seem to unconsciously release my tentacles while I'm sleeping."

Turing lightly scratched Merka's cheek with one of his tentacles, which looped around Merka's neck, before carefully retracting all of them back into his body.

"Mm, yawn..."

"You woke up really early."

"We were talking so late last night."

Merka let out a yawn.

Having just woken up, Merka's mouth felt as if it were filled with Sichuan peppercorn water, giving it a slightly numb sensation that wasn't very comfortable.

"Sorry, it's a habit of mine."

Freshly awakened Turing resembled a cloth doll just dried in a tumble dryer—especially cute, warm, fragrant, and soft.

[Yeah, we don't have to wake up so early anymore.]

[There won't be any more magic exams in the future.]

[Nor will there be any more competitions.]

"Well, how about you sleep a little longer then?"

Turing turned his face to the side, gazing at Merka. Her voice was as petite and sweet as she was, and she pitifully lay on the same pillow as Merka, looking at him with a longing expression.

Since they finished watching the meteors at the hospital yesterday, Turing and Merka had been dealing with various matters and had been busy all night.

Eventually, under Turing's relentless persuasion, Merka agreed to live together with Turing in this villa on the island in the center of the lake.

After moving all sorts of stuff for Merka, it took a while before they finally finished and returned to the villa, which was already very, very late.

"No need for that... since I'm already awake."

Struggling in the soft bedding for a moment, Merka tried to sit up from the bed, but Turing pulled him back onto the soft mattress.

"Um, Merka, I, uh..."

"Do you want to continue from yesterday?"

"Because I noticed that you seemed uncomfortable down there..."

Though Turing didn't admit it, the fact was that Turing had experienced being a male before. She knew what morning %duction was and understood that it was a normal physiological response.

Still, that didn't stop Turing from taking advantage of the situation.

Merka's mouth twitched. He could feel that something was probably rising down there, but asking if it was ready now, it definitely wasn't.

It wasn't that Turing's face and figure, which had enchanted countless young males and females in Acadia, weren't attractive enough. It's just that... Merka felt that this kind of thing shouldn't be done in such a simple moment.

At least... it should be done in a more romantic setting.

He had heard that the first time for a man and a woman would change their impression and concept of making love for the rest of their lives.

"We have plenty of time, let's talk about it next time."

After a tender kiss on Turing's forehead, Merka reluctantly released their embrace.

"I'll make breakfast for you..."

"I don't see any servants or anything here."

Merka got out of bed and went to the wardrobe, picking out their own clothes that they had put in last night, and also throwing Turing's pajamas onto the bed.

As Merka dressed in their clothes, they couldn't help but smile at Turing, who was kneeling on the bed, staring blankly.

"Can Turing cook?"

Shaking their head, Turing replied.

"No... just know how to make coffee."

Feeling a bit proud, Merka finally found something Turing couldn't do.

"Do you want to watch me make breakfast?"

Merka looked at Turing, who seemed eager, and said temptingly.

Turing picked up their pajamas and long tentacles popped out from behind, effortlessly putting on the clothes.

"Mmmhmm!"

Turing responded excitedly.

"Ah... but you need to freshen up first."

"Oh."

Turing nodded, getting out of bed and slipping their feet into slippers, shaking off the clothes on their body, and unsteadily stood up.

The gentle Turing followed behind Merka and entered the bathroom.

"Now that I think about it... do you remember?"

"What?"

"When we were in Red Port, you needed help with even washing up."

"Back then, you said you wouldn't freshen up if there weren't hand basins and washing carts."

"And you had to spray perfume on your neck, and it had to be some foreign brand, otherwise you wouldn't feel comfortable going out."

"What... what's your point?"

"Oh, alright then. You must have already figured out that I'm from the Altria family."

"No need to say it, I knew it from a long time ago..."

"Um num num... ugh."

Turing and Merka synchronized their rinsing, spitting out the foam in their mouths.

The two of them, one tall and one short, freshened up in front of the giant mirror that was several square meters in size, the scene was a bit ridiculous, but also cute.

"As for your identity, of course, I knew it a long time ago."

"Just felt like you were awkwardly pretending to be someone else, very cute."

Turing's face blushed slightly as they muttered to themselves.

"Cute, huh?"

Clearly, Turing only heard the second half of the sentence.