"Ann?"

Looking at the dignified girl sitting on top of him, Moen's mind momentarily froze.

Why is she here?

Hadn't she already left?

No, now wasn't the time to think about that.

Because at this moment, Ann didn’t look dignified at all.

"Young Master~"

Ann's delicate face was faintly flushed as she firmly pressed Moen down. The excitement in her eyes burned like molten lava, seemingly ready to overflow at any moment.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"I..."

Moen licked his dry lips as he looked at Ann.

Are you kidding? Avoiding you is the only option, isn't it?

If he didn't avoid her, she'd see him on a date with another girl and then unleash her fury.

"Wha... what avoiding? I have no idea what you're talking about, An."

Moen lied with a straight face:

"I was just out buying something, and since it got too late, I decided to stay at an inn. The whole day, I haven’t interacted with any other women."

"Liar~"

"Absolutely not lying! If I’m lying, then... then... I’ll never live down the title of a scumbag for the rest of my life!"

"Heh, is that so?"

Ann narrowed her eyes slightly and chuckled softly.

"Then those two women I saw during the day... who are they?"

"Wha... during the day?"

A cold sweat poured down Moen like a waterfall.

"What women? I know nothing about that!"

"Young Master, you don't think that..."

Ann bent her upper body like a cat, leaning close to Moen's ear. In a soft tone, she said:

"That kind of clumsy disguise could fool me, do you?"

"...!"

Ann's gentle words reverberated in Moen's ears, but to him, they were no less than thunder roaring across the heavens.

Clumsy?

She called that clumsy?

The disguise that fooled hundreds of people at school was seen through in an instant?

Who's the real problem here, darn it!

Moen's vision darkened.

It’s over.

Ann had already figured it all out long ago.

There's no escaping this!

"Young Master, going behind my back to date other women... you really are wicked."

Ann leaned even closer. Moen could feel her soft, delicate body gradually press against his chest. But he had no time to appreciate this marvelous sensation.

Moen realized his body was instinctively trembling.

What now?

Fight or flee?

The dagger was just within arm's reach. Judging from Ann's peculiar behavior, this enchanted weapon, personally forged by Teacher Mela, should be able to neutralize divine abilities. At such close range, if he launched a sudden attack, Ann wouldn’t have time to react.

But...

How could he possibly raise a blade against Ann?

Then escape?

But with Ann clinging to him, escape wouldn’t be easy either.

If he didn’t run, with her personality, once she confirmed he had any contact with other women, who knew if she'd actually break his limbs and lock him away!

As Moen raced through his thoughts, Ann had already completely leaned forward. Moen’s body went rigid.

What would she do next?

Knock him unconscious?

Inject him with some strange drug?

Or, more drastically, just go as far as to...

"I miss you so much, Young Master."

But none of Moen’s imagined scenarios came to pass.

Ann merely embraced him, clinging as closely as possible, her nose brushing against his chest, neck, and cheeks as she greedily breathed in his scent.

"I miss you so much that you can't imagine, Young Master," she murmured, repeating herself as though pouring out every ounce of longing she'd accumulated over this time.

"..."

Moen was momentarily stunned. Ann’s behavior was entirely beyond his expectations.

So tender... was this really Ann?

The same Ann who had once imprisoned him, drugged him, and even tried to break his limbs?

Am I dreaming?

"Young Master, you wouldn't still think I’d do anything to hurt you, would you?"

Ann leaned close to his ear, her breath warm and fragrant.

"I told you before, haven’t I? I've changed, just as you’ve changed.

I’ll never do anything to harm you again.

So—"

Ann hugged him tightly, and at this moment, Moen could hear, for the first time, a trace of vulnerability in the voice of this always composed, elegant young woman.

"Young Master, if you have time, come visit home, won't you?"

The words were soft but struck Moen’s chest like an unrelenting hammer, cracking open his guarded heart.

They reached the tenderest corners of his soul.

Moen stared blankly at the girl in front of him, who had revealed an unprecedented gentleness.

So... back then, Ann hadn’t been lying just to lure him home?

She really had changed. She was no longer the yandere driven by an obsessive desire to possess him.

Now, she resembled a girl deeply in love.

Moen’s hands hovered awkwardly, not knowing where to place them. Finally, he slowly wrapped his arms around the girl’s slender waist and replied in a soft voice:

"Alright."

Moen felt her delicate body become even softer at his words.

At this moment, the two embraced each other, sharing each other's warmth.

It was peaceful, beautiful.

But it didn’t take long before Moen felt a small, warm, wet sensation teasing his chest. At the same time, those slender, elegant hands began to roam mischievously.

"Wait, what are you trying to do?"

Moen grabbed Ann’s small hands, alarmed.

"Trying to do?"

Ann lifted her head, her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, like a perfectly ripe peach, seemingly ready to be plucked.

She stared intently into his eyes, letting her tongue playfully run over her lips. Her voice carried an undeniable allure.

"I haven’t seen you in two whole months, Young Master. Do you think I can still hold myself back?

I absolutely need to replenish my energy from you right away."

And with that, Ann leaned down again, lightly licking his chest like a playful kitten.

"To... tonight’s not a good time. How about another day?"

After all, he had just been on a date with another girl earlier that day. Even if it was one-sided on his part, wasn’t it too despicable to be in the arms of a different girl by nightfall? Even the most shameless of playboys wouldn’t stoop to such levels, would they?

"Oh? The Young Master doesn’t want to?"

Ann’s coquettish eyes glimmered as she defiantly stood up, suddenly lifting the hem of her maid outfit, which had somehow come undone at some point.

Beneath the skirt, her fair skin and...

"Not even if I’m wearing lace lingerie tonight?"

"... Just lace lingerie alone isn’t enough to sway me."

Moen gulped hard and forced out a mocking laugh.

"Ann, you're underestimating my willpower."

"Then..."

Ann bit her lip alluringly and gradually raised her skirt just a bit higher.

"What about stockings?"

"..."

"They’re black stockings, Young Master. Your favorite."

"..."

…

…

In the end, amidst the girl’s sweet laughter, Moen finally gave in and pounced.

At that very moment, from the boundless void, the enigmatic and divine Crab-God descended upon the scene. With its unparalleled, otherworldly powers, it immediately shrouded the place in an impenetrable veil, concealing all details.

And so, the remaining five thousand words of description became forever unseen.