Ling watched two little girls swaying before her like sparrows on a line. One had blond hair and crimson eyes; the other, blue hair and the same red glow. Add the fact they were true sisters—two matched moons in one sky. No matter how she looked, they were the two vampires from the Mystic Realm.

“Hey, Remi, Flan, you’re really not vampires?”

“Master, we already said we don’t even know what a vampire is.” Her blue-haired gaze was like frost on glass; it was the third identical question.

From behind Remi, Flan peeked out like a curious kitten. “Big sis♡—what’s a vampire? Is it tasty?”

Warmth surged, like winter sun on tiles—Flan called her big sis. First time ever. It felt so good. If only it were big brother, sweeter still. No, don’t think of Alicia; her name drifts in like smoke. Out, out—shoo. Look at lolis instead, like lake water cooling a fevered mind.

She turned her gaze to the girls. Ah—danger. Their cuteness was honey on a blade; her brain melted and felt healed.

These moves spelled one thing: total pervert. Remi, the prey, felt a chill like sprinting naked in an Arctic gale.

Disgust curdled inside like sour tea, yet her words went the other way. “Why is Master looking at me like that? Is Master a pervert? But... if Master’s that kind of cute pervert, Remi... Remi doesn’t mind.”

Without a god’s view, Ling couldn’t see the mismatch. She only gaped at Remi’s brazen line.

Whoa—so young, so bold; are you pushing me into crime? She didn’t think two—no, three—lolis rolling on a bed was a crime. But! You don’t crush the nation’s blossoms, especially blossoms this sweet. With sterling virtue, helpful grit, and thirty more shiny labels, she must stop such disasters.

Which means—my turn. Draw. Hmph. Activate—Spell Card: Change the Topic.

In her head, trumpets blazed like summer cicadas. Ling did a flashy card-draw pose and pressed play on the BGM in her mind.

“Okay, Remi, Flan, come here. Let’s get you a new set of clothes.”

She ignored their question and led the two into the dressing room like a shepherd guiding lambs. She found outfits eighty percent like Remi and Flan from the Mystic Realm and slipped them on with quick hands. If only there were hats; shame this world doesn’t stock that style.

“How is it?”

They stared, stunned, at their mirrored selves, like deer caught in lantern light. Even Remi went slack-jawed; the dresses were beautiful. But should clothes like these be given to them?

“Is it okay for slaves like us to wear these?”

Ling waved it off like dandelion fluff on a breeze. No trace of stinginess crossed her face; it looked genuinely unbothered. “Seeing you in them makes me happy.”

A saleslady had once pressed these into her arms during a lazy street stroll. Said Ling’s figure fit them best, that not wearing them was “a waste of a person.” Strange words, but harmless; she accepted them. Who knew they’d be useful today? Heaven favored her, even knew she was building a harem.

Ling clapped, palms cracking like firecrackers. “Oh right, wait.”

She pulled out two pairs of bat wings from the Script space, bought back then for fun. She’d planned to be a vampire for Halloween here. Now she had two better candidates.

“Click.” The wings locked onto the outfits. A slender tendril slid out and latched onto their backs like ivy.

“This line is some black-tech. They say it links nerves. Wear it daily and learn to control your wings. Once you move them freely, your reaction time sharpens. Shame you still won’t fly.”

Remi and Flan bowed deep, like reeds bending in wind. “Thank you, Master.” “Thank you, Big Sis.”

The two were fully dressed. Watching their wings wobble, left and right like fledgling swallows, Ling smiled soft as dusk.

Peaceful days… so good.

They stepped out together. Rafi saw the vampire-styled lolis at first glance and gulped. “Gulp.”

Hey, hey, this idiot got hooked in one glance—so fickle, like a moth to a lantern. She thought he’d last a minute or two.

A sour wave of jealousy drifted in like pickled plums. Rafi hurried to soothe Ling, words tumbling like beads. “Ah... Ling, don’t mind it. I wasn’t drawn in. I just looked once. Don’t be mad, okay? Really, I was just caught by cute things for a second...”

“Hmph ╯^╰.” She turned away like a cat flicking its tail.

Rafi hovered, awkward as a crane on one leg. He reached to touch Ling’s arm and got his hand slapped away, sharp as a willow switch. No room to explain—and that stubbornness looked cute.

“Ling, how about you shower first? I’ll go buy dinner.”

Ling caught Rafi’s wrist, her cheeks warming like sunset on clay. “Dummy, little Rafi. At a time like this, what restaurants are open? Come on, bath time.”

Rafi froze, stunned by the unscientific twist, like thunder out of a clear sky.

Seeing he hadn’t followed, Ling glanced back, words prickly, body honest. “Coming or not? Don’t want to bathe with me? Remi, Flan, there’s another bathroom there. Go wash up.”

Only then did Rafi snap out of it and trot after her like a puppy chasing its shadow.

The moment Ling left, the two lolis’ faces shed fear and innocence like masks. A sly glint bloomed, wrong for pure lolis.

“Flan, looks like we got close without being noticed.”

“Yeah, Sis. So easy to fool. Is it because she’s into lolis?”

“Flan, in a few days we’ll be free, right?”

“Mm. Finish the mission, and we’re done with their control. Dead men can control us once, not twice.”

They laced their fingers, passing warmth like a pocket stove. “Flan, let’s bathe. We worked all day. If we don’t rest, it’ll hurt the plan. Our target beat a God-King.”

Flan squeezed back, giving all the warmth she could, like a small flame in cupped hands. “Got it, Sis.”

—In the bathroom—

“Rafi~”

“Coming.”

He set milky foam on Ling’s skin; cold kisses spread like night rain. His hands rubbed in slow circles, and a strange comfort drew a soft gasp.

“Ah—please... don’t be so rough... be gentler... okay, Rafi?”

“No. Can’t be gentle right now.”

“But... it feels... so hard to take.”

“Just a moment. Endure a bit.”

“Mm... ah...”

“Splash.” Water poured over her head like a sudden shower. Her body didn’t fear cold, but that didn’t mean she liked it.

Water slid down in silver lines, beading like dew on her hair. “Drip, drip,” it fell to the tiles.

“Come on, Rafi. Could you not be that rough? And warn me before dumping water.”

“Sorry, sorry. Your turn. Wash me. Do whatever you want.”

“Hmph. I’ll show you my skill, so you won’t pull that on me again.”

Ling’s hands worked Rafi’s back like spring rain, tender and steady. She used only loli strength—no true power hidden in bone. Rafi felt the gentlest massage, a stream over warm stone.

Ah—this is heaven.

—No, I won’t tell you the thrilling details of that bath. That belongs to me alone.—

Night fell like velvet. Ling curled around her exclusive Rafi pillow, drowsiness rising like fog in a valley. Wrapped in Rafi’s scent, soft as tea steam, sleep crept up. Honestly, Ling didn’t know why; Rafi’s scent lulled people so easily.