Warm water streamed along the girl’s curves, like spring running over polished stone.
Body-wash foam blossomed on tender skin, soft as petals floating on dawn dew.
The two girls rinsed the day’s weariness under the shower, like twilight rain easing tired leaves.
Yue Liuyi’s face was already crimson, a cherry glow under steam. This room made waiting on the bed feel weird, so they washed together.
“Little Moon’s hair and skin are so good. Smooth as lake ice.”
The silver-haired girl carefully washed her beloved hug-pillow—meaning the girl she held dear. Thinking of Little Moon’s blisters, she set her on a stool like a lotus on a pedestal.
To Dixue, it was everyday care between girls. To Yue Liuyi, it was something else—her silver-haired beauty swayed like willow in wind, leaving her eyes nowhere to rest.
Ugh. So pretty. If this keeps up, I won’t hold back the tide inside…
“Um… just a quick rinse is fine…”
“Nope. Little Moon’s body is a treasure grove. We must maintain it. Let me see if there’s conditioner.”
Steam curled like white mist from a valley. Dixue reached through the rack of sachets, hunting for the right one.
“Found it!”
“Eh? LittleSnow, that’s not—”
Yue tried to stop her, but it was too late. What she tore open wasn’t shampoo.
“Huh? What’s this? Plastic, stretchy… a shower cap? But it’s so small. Is it an elf-only cap?”
The silver-haired girl blinked with guileless eyes, weighing the ring of plastic like a strange fruit.
“N-no! LittleSnow, we don’t need that! Put it aside!”
“Is it some weird thing? Why’s your face red like sunset?”
“A-anyway, the conditioner’s right here!”
“How odd. Little Moon knows something I don’t. I’ll keep it, ask someone later.”
“Put it down! That’s not something you should be grabbing!”
Under Yue Liuyi’s firm plea, Dixue finally tossed the protective device aside, like a seed pod dropped from a branch. She was bright and capable, yet her knowledge of sex was pure as fresh snow.
The bath went on thorough as spring cleaning. Dixue washed Yue’s body with care, towel-dried her, then cast a strength spell and carried Yue from the bathroom like cradling a feather.
“I can walk this short stretch myself…”
“No can do. Little Moon’s body is the most precious vessel. No more injuries.”
“I’m not made of gold.”
The bath rinsed travel fatigue like silt from a stream. Yue sprawled on the bed and felt her limbs unfurl, no longer aching like scattered bones.
“We found Lia. That’s a good start. LittleSnow, what do we do next?”
She gazed toward the window. A dense forest breathed under a round, milk-white moon and a river of stars. Fireflies rose and fell across the Elven Forest, dreamy as drifting lanterns.
The journey in the New Land had only just lifted its sail. Who knew what winds would follow?
“After we get Lia out of the prison, we need intel on the Elven Kingdom. First, why did they start a war. Second, why detain adventurers.”
“Eh? So we’ll sneak into elven settlements to scout?”
“Not for now. It isn’t ancient times. There are many ways to fish for news.”
“Like what?”
“Watch TV. The elves in the New Land learned new tech—TV shows, news. This trade hub should receive the Elven Parliament’s signal.”
“TV? The thing we barely use?”
In Dragon Heaven, and even in Yue’s hometown, TV had become rare, a faded hearth. People favored phones, computers, and holo headsets—tools nimble as swallows, free as wind.
But in the New Land, tech was a dawn line on the horizon. Everything was still being built.
Ten years ago, elves didn’t know TV. Now they adored it; almost every home bought one. The Elven Parliament even allocated several magic trees to broadcast signals. In the Elven Forest, any roof with an antenna caught their programs like birdsong.
“Let me see. The button should be here…”
Dixue hopped off the bed, elegant as a crane, wrapped in a white towel. She pressed the power on the TV.
Getting info by TV was a fine idea. The pure girls missed one premise—the TV wasn’t exactly proper.
It had an HCD player.
A sudden rush of sound blasted from the speakers.
“Ah! Ah! No! No!”
“It’s all wet already. Still saying no?”
“So bad!”
…
The two girls froze like statues. The screen showed two girls in a not-for-children wrestle, bodies entwined, motion urgent. And there was no mosaic.
“Whaaaaaat is thaaaat!”
The silver-haired girl shrieked, lunged to shut it off, but the button needed a long press. Her short press switched the channel.
The new scene looked proper enough: two elf girls in plain gauze dresses, sitting politely at a table like swans in repose.
Outside, a young elf couple walked by with a lively elf girl, flower crown bouncing like a ring of spring.
“Beloved, we’ve been married twenty years, and still no child.”
“Mm, dear… My parents said two girls can’t have children. I didn’t believe it, but it seems true.”
“But I heard… the Elven Parliament and Dragon Heaven co-founded an infertility hospital! They can help us have a child.”
“Really!?”
“And it’s cheap—only 998 crystal stones.”
“Ah! Let’s go now. I can’t wait…”
On screen, the two elf girls left hand in hand, faces bright as morning.
A voiceover flowed in:
“Who says yuri’s perfect, except for babies? Beautiful Elf Hospital can help! We use Dragon Heaven’s advanced tech, fused with Silverwing Elf secret arts… We’ll make sure you and your lover have a cute child! Book now! Elven Capital, Tree 17, Branch 32, No. 2…”
“Eh!?”
“What kind of weird ad is that!”
LittleSnow’s cheeks flushed red as maple. She waited out the ad, then changed channels.
Finally, it was the news. An elf anchor in gorgeous feathered attire spoke, face grave as a winter lake:
“Latest update. A severe robbery took place in a northeast settlement of the Elven Forest. The victims are an elderly elf couple with crystal blossom fields. Their storehouse of prized flowers and herbs was looted clean. No casualties. Preliminary judgment says the robbers were outsider caravans. Elven citizens, please provide clues and do not shelter humans.”
“N-no wonder they’re detaining adventurers. Once war starts, some people try desperate crimes.”
To ease the earlier awkwardness, LittleSnow spoke quickly, like tapping bamboo.
“Mm! Mm! Y-you’re right, LittleSnow.”
Yue agreed with serious face, though her cheeks matched Dixue’s blush.
“I read this in books. The Elven Kingdom sits near the World Tree, unlike other forest settlements. Plants and beasts grow lush, drawing many covetous eyes.”
“Looks like the Elven Kingdom isn’t peaceful inside its borders.”
More reports followed. Violations across the Elven Kingdom, likely robberies by outsider adventurers. The negative headlines stirred complaints among peace-loving elves, leaving some Parliament members who opposed war speechless as stones.
They watched many more programs after that. Because of the awkward scene, they didn’t sit close—each took a side of the bed, even their gazes crossing less like birds.
You could tell elves loved nature shows: how to grow flowers, plant trees, identify wild foods—documentaries blooming like gardens. Plenty of shows had girls sitting together—likely yuri dramas—but Dixue switched away like a swift flipping its wing.
“Mm… Mm. It’s late. Little Moon, sleep. We have much to do tomorrow.”
“Okay. You rest too, LittleSnow.”
“Good night.”
“Good night.”
In foreign soil, Yue drifted to sleep quickly, like a leaf on quiet water. Yet her mind kept echoing one scene—the moment the TV first bloomed open, two girls twined like vines.
Young bodies glowed, faces lit with a fevered, satisfied bloom—an image a youth in springtime couldn’t forget.
What on earth… uh…
…
Drowsy, Yue slept. She didn’t know how long. Her cheek felt a tickle, a feather-brush. She tried to lift a hand, but both wrists were held, soft yet firm, unmoving as knots on wood.
“Mm… Eh? LittleSnow?”
Yue opened her eyes. Above her was Dixue, braced like a bridge, emerald eyes steady as pools. Silver strands fell along white shoulders, brushing Yue’s face like threads of moonlight.
“W-what’s wrong, LittleSnow…”
The heat of the girl’s skin pressed to hers, warm as tea, sparking a bad premonition.
“Um… Little Moon, should we do what the TV did?”
Dixue blinked. Her gaze turned hazy, like mist over a spring pond.
