"Little Yiyi, are you okay?" Seeing me slumped in her arms, that guy seemed to think I'd been injured in the fight. She kept eyeing my naked body...

I gently shook my head—no way I could admit my ears were just too sensitive, making my body go limp against her. Such an embarrassing thing... And what if she did it again after I confessed?

My mind instantly flooded with images: her blowing on my ears, licking them gently like savoring sweet candy, while her fingertip rhythmically stroked my wings—the most sensitive part of my body. Trapped, I'd melt against her, involuntarily letting out shameful sounds, whispering weak protests... Just imagining it made me blush and feel a flicker of anticipation. Anticipate? Like hell. Damn this Contract.

"Sister, what are you doing here, meow?" As she wrapped her coat around my bare body, a softer voice reached me—childish, with a hint of milkiness.

I turned to see another catgirl. She looked about ten, frail as if recovering from serious illness, unlike the one still hovering midair.

"Oh my, it's fine. Just confirming something," the airborne catgirl said, smiling sweetly. Her lips curled into an alluring smirk. Subconsciously, I shivered and wanted to burrow deeper into my master's arms. But I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stop that shameful urge.

"Seriously, sister... Wow, so cute! Pink wings like a plush toy. Adorable."

Huh... Was she talking about me?

"So, shall I catch her for you to play with?" In an instant, the airborne catgirl's eyes narrowed. Her piercing gaze cut straight through me. That guy tightened her grip on my hand, pulling me close, and stared back defiantly. The catgirl who could effortlessly disable a sixth-tier beast radiated an imposing aura that clashed with her cute appearance.

"No way~ Sister, those pointy-eared folks are coming."

"Oh dear, then let's go home first."

"But she's so cute... Can I say hi?"

"You'll scare the little one." The air rippled. The airborne catgirl appeared on the ground. Then both vanished instantly.

As they disappeared, I caught her amused whisper:

"—Next time, let's play with the little Angel together."

The moment they were gone, several Elves with pointed ears emerged from the tree shadows. Behind them, a giant tree-man over ten meters tall strode heavily toward us—probably the War Ancient Tree they mentioned.

"Little Tida, our companions are here. You did well... Huh? Tida, who's that over there?"

"I'm fine." Pale-faced, Tida shook her head slightly. She paused, as if searching for words to explain to the other Elves.

Xia, her form flickering from magic depletion, giggled and flew toward me. "Everyone, this little one is an Angel~ A super cute young Angel."

Her tone was light, but hearing "super cute young Angel" made me inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Mm, she's an Angel." Noticing the Elves' disbelief, Tida nodded calmly. "Behind her is her master. She's this human's Contract Beast."

Instantly—

Piercing gazes like sharp blades focused on the guy behind me. Even I felt their hostility—no trace of goodwill, only seething anger.

—If I recall right, the Elven Folk worship Angels.

Seeing their revered Angel reduced to a Contract Beast would enrage them.

Could this mean the Elves might help me break the Contract?

Yet, besides a surge of hope to seek their aid, the Contract stirred a conflicting urge: to protect my master and keep those Elves far from me.