The "family" dinner concluded pleasantly under an atmosphere of "peace."

The elders had—quite unusually—reached a consensus: they’d leave the young ones to their own devices. Even my father, eager to return home for "300 rounds of sparring" with his new wives, broke precedent by not dragging me back with him.

A month had passed since the young lovers last met. The air crackled with tension—no further explanation needed.

Now, I sat nervously yet excitedly on Lorian’s soft bed, admiring her unfinished painting on the desk.

The boy in the artwork clearly looked destined for great things. *Mhm!* I nodded.

But Hill, standing stiffly behind me, wore a grim expression. Since dinner, the great Goddess had clearly disapproved of my refusal to return to my room, insisting instead on "heart-to-heart talks" in Lorian’s bedroom.

"Xiao Ya," Hill said, her voice tight, "meeting Princess Lorian at this hour is perilous. Remember the Rules’ boundaries? It’s not just about... human instincts. Even holding hands—"

"Don’t worry, Hill!" I waved her off.

Of course I knew the risks of late-night "chats" in Lorian’s room. But with caution, I wouldn’t lose my virtue. Besides, at dinner, Lorian had generously agreed to postpone our engagement.

Such a well-mannered, understanding girl was rare!

After a month apart, a little cuddling between us—officially a couple—was only natural!

I stood and gently ushered Hill toward the door.

If the Goddess witnessed anything... *unusual* later, she’d surely scold me. Always preaching abstinence, yet unexpectedly granting "benefits"—goddesses were truly inscrutable creatures.

"Relax! I remember the basics: no food, no suspicious drinks."

"But—" Hill’s wistful gaze seemed to whisper jealousy.

"...Very well. Xiao Ya, you *must* keep your promise."

She glanced absently at her own palm, then shuffled out with heavy steps.

Soon, it would truly be just Lorian and me—our long-awaited reunion.

"*Haaah*... What to do first?" I stretched, inhaling Lorian’s sweet scent filling the room.

Yet Hill’s earlier behavior nagged at me. Her "interruption" at dinner had actually saved me...

Had she grown jealous lately, with more girls crowding around me?

*Hah!* Impossible.

I shook my head, smiling.

This maid of mine was the almighty Goddess—a pure being who couldn’t even comprehend my perverted father’s "battles" with his wives.

Such a perfect, *sex-no-need* deity couldn’t possibly feel jealousy.

Just then, the door creaked open softly.

"...Xiao Ya-niisan? Ah! You really came!"

Lorian’s voice brightened the moment she saw me.

*So that’s where she’d gone after dinner—bathing!*

Slightly damp honey-gold hair cascaded down her back, radiating a sugary fragrance. Her flushed cheeks looked even more adorable than usual, her loving eyes fixed on my body.

She’d changed from her formal gown into a pale pink nightdress. Through the thin fabric, I could clearly make out her daring choice of undergarments today: *black victory panties!*

The room flooded with her scent. Even with my legendary willpower, sitting on the bed, I felt my resolve waver.

After all... we hadn’t seen each other for over a month! My cursed constitution had tormented me endlessly, denied the comfort of Lorian’s soft lap pillow.

And with that crossdressing elf Rozel’s recent "advances," I’d suffered enough.

Sleeping on *that* elf’s lap? Never! Who knew what might poke my face mid-nap!

But tonight—I’d finally be with my childhood friend Lorian! A genuine, no-substitutes girl. Not like certain skirt-lifting elves who’d give you a shock!

The longer I stared at her, the less composed I became.

Lorian, however, wore a triumphant smile as she squeezed beside me with a tray. Her alluring fragrance intensified.

*Some new bath oil? Smells incredible...*

"This warm milk was meant for me. Shall we share it?"

"No... no thanks." Her offer snapped me back to reality.

Basic rule when with Lorian: *never eat or drink anything.*

After all, her attempts to drug me weren’t exactly new.

"Pfft! No drugs this time!" She pouted, then gulped the milk down herself, her pink tongue catching a stray drop at the corner of her mouth.

*Could she really be honoring the postponed engagement?*

"Drugs are outdated. Elves use far subtler methods..."

*Elves?*

"A-ah! N-nothing, Xiao Ya-niisan!" She flung her arms around my neck, her milk-sweetened breath warm against my cheek. Her body melted into my lap.

"Mmm... It’s been over a month since my last energy top-up. Tonight... can we go a little longer?"

*Top-up?* It was just face-licking!

Why phrase our childhood habit so strangely? It was making *my* head spin...

"Mhm! Mhm!"

Being hugged and licked by Lorian wasn’t new—we’d done this since we were kids.

My ever-present milky scent had always drawn her in for "energy refills."

I didn’t mind; during my years of enforced abstinence, it was my only release.

Normally, I’d just let her cling to me. But tonight, as she nestled close, dizziness washed over me.

"*Hehe*~ You’re being proactive tonight." She squirmed in my lap, humming happily. "Mmm~ Elf perfume... actually works sometimes... *ah~*"

*Perfume?*

When I finally gathered my senses, both my hands were already under Lorian’s nightdress!

The softness beneath my fingers was unmistakably her inner thighs. Every light touch drew breathy, flustered sighs from her...

*No... impossible! Even after a month apart, I shouldn’t be this desperate!*

I hadn’t eaten anything—just held her...

"*Ah!* The scent! Lorian, what did you put on?!"

But it was too late.

Her already tempting body now seemed like a decadent dessert, radiating an intoxicating aroma that made me want to devour her whole...

*Lorian actually drugged me with her own body?!*

You promised "restraint" at dinner!

"*Hehe*... You’re too clever, Xiao Ya-niisan. I had to get creative." She pinned me to the bed, face flushed as she undid my shirt buttons. "A friend from the Elvenfolk gave this to me. Elves only use this fragrance... for those they truly love."

*Fragrance?! This is straight-up drugging!*

Elves—truly a wicked race!

"N-no! I told you—we wait until... adulthood!" I shoved her away and tumbled off the bed.

But my body refused to obey. So the Elvenfolk’s specialties weren’t just crossdressing—they dealt in dangerous "perfumes" too.

*I’ll need to be extra careful around Furide from now on...*

Hill was gone. I was drugged. Regretting not listening to her, I saw only one option left—the ultimate move, usable only once per lifetime on a single girl...

"L-Lorian... stop! If anything happens tonight... I-I’ll hate you forever!"

"Eh?" Her hand froze mid-reach. Her voice trembled. "Xiao Ya-niisan... do you really hate being with me that much?"

"It’s not that! It’s because—"

*Because of my Rules, you silly girl!* How many times must I say it? Abstinence until adulthood—*then* I won’t let you escape no matter how much you protest!

As I opened my mouth to explain, a wave of nausea hit me.

"*Ugh...*"

A fragrance far stronger than Lorian’s suddenly flooded the room.

Her frightened eyes instantly glazed over with desire.

"Xiao Ya-niisan... you smell *so* good~"

*Of course I do!*

Thanks to your teasing and drugging, my monthly curse chose this *exact* moment to erupt!!