That soft, damp, clinging sensation.

Plunged the maiden into utter panic.

And unprecedented shame.

She squeezed her thighs together so tightly her knees began to tremble slightly from the strain.

Aisha, Aisha… where was that exemplary nun, that devoted prayer-warrior now?

If lusting after a boy’s beauty was a sin…

Then Aisha, you were already beyond redemption!

But even as the thought surfaced…

Memories of last night’s boy slowly floated into Aisha’s mind.

That warmth. That comfort.

Still made the nun’s heart flutter uncontrollably.

Come to think of it, Aisha had never experienced that so-called "first flutter of young love" in her own youth.

Now grown into an adult burdened with responsibility…

Even becoming a nun who should serve the Divine with pure devotion…

She was thoroughly experiencing it for the first time.

Under these circumstances, it was hardly surprising that Aisha would dream of Roy day and night…

Dream of their tender, intimate entanglement in that dream…

The nun’s face burned crimson.

Not daring to make a sound, she slipped out of bed with quiet steps.

The golden-haired girl cast one last lingering glance at the boy’s peaceful sleeping face.

Then, clutching her dress, she pulled open the door and fled the bedroom like a startled deer.

After all, she needed to wash away certain… traces… in the bathroom.

As the door clicked shut softly behind her…

The seemingly soundly sleeping boy slowly opened his eyes.

Roy sat up with a wry smile, stretching his arms high with a long yawn.

Only then did the stiffness in his joints begin to fade.

Who could blame him? He’d pulled the pillow from Elsa’s arms…

Only to become Elsa’s new "body pillow" himself!

Enduring that suffocating yet intoxicating embrace filled with milky sweetness and delicate fragrance!

Painful yet blissful.

He’d slept…

But not really slept!

The last time he’d felt anything similar…

Was back when…

No. When he was nestled in his mother Serasia’s arms.

Serasia, born of the Devilkin, bore noble silver hair and pure black demon horns—a rare Greater Demon by bloodline.

Her figure rivaled Elsa’s in its fullness.

Though her size…

Made Roy feel like a delicate doll cradled against her.

He’d often protested, cheeks burning with shame:

"Don’t treat me like a child!"

"But even grown up, you’re still Mama’s baby~"

"…"

Roy couldn’t deny it.

She was right.

And though he’d always put on a brave front…

He’d never truly been able to resist…

The warmest embrace in the world.

………………

Had his disappearance these past months…

Worried his mother?

Roy’s violet eyes darkened slightly with concern.

Or had she already discovered that the "Demon King" handling affairs in the Demon King’s Castle…

Was actually Yukshir disguised as him?

Perhaps she didn’t oppose—even indulged—his decision to leave the castle.

After all, with her holding things down, the nobles below could never stir real trouble.

Honestly, with Mother’s personality…

That sounded exactly like something she’d do.

Roy swung his legs out of bed, neatly folding the rumpled sheets and blanket.

Not military-perfect, but tidy enough.

Then he headed toward the kitchen, drawn by the sounds within.

"Elsa?"

The sudden call jolted the daydreaming nun back to reality.

Instantly, a flush spread across her cheeks, racing down to her ears.

She looked utterly bewitching.

"R-Roy! Good morning!"

Her chest heaved with her flustered breaths.

"Hmm. Morning, Elsa."

"But… are those eggs really okay?"

His voice, laced with innocent doubt, sounded unbearably sweet.

Enough to make her want to kiss the hollow of his throat…

Wait—what was she even thinking again?!

And the *eggs* were the real issue!

Only then did Aisha notice the poor fried egg sizzling desperately in the pan, one side already charred black.

"Ahhh, my egg!"

She rescued it, but the damage was done.

"Ugh… but the other side should still be edible, right?"

The sight of Elsa staring tearfully at the ruined egg was unbearably cute.

Since her parents’ accident, Aisha had raised her little sister alone.

She’d known hunger, understood the value of every grain.

So even a burnt egg was precious to her.

That was precisely why Roy admired her.

A gentle smile touched his lips, dimples appearing on his fair cheeks.

Those weren’t dimples—they were little thieves stealing Elsa’s heart!

He stepped closer to her.

Feeling his nearness, Elsa’s breath hitched, her chest rising higher.

Roy remained calm. He simply picked up a pair of chopsticks, lifted the half-burnt egg…

And took a decisive bite.

*Crunch. Crunch…*

His eyes lit up slightly.

"Not bad. The burnt side’s bitter, but not overwhelmingly so."

"And the texture’s fascinating."

"Like a cross between a soft-boiled egg and a fried one."

"Thanks for the meal, Elsa~"

"R-Really?!"

Elsa’s face glowed with tearful gratitude.

Her sea-blue eyes shimmered with relief.

What had started as a disaster—not only wasting an egg…

But also embarrassing herself in front of Roy, earning the title "Clumsy Woman Who Can’t Even Fry an Egg"…

The boy had wrapped her failure in gentle understanding.

Eating her imperfect creation with genuine enjoyment.

"Roy…"

Elsa covered her crimson lips, overwhelmed.

Then, driven by emotion, she stepped forward and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Mmph…"

That familiar milky fragrance washed over him again. Roy was back in that blissful, suffocating space.

Maybe he should just get used to Elsa hugging him whenever she got emotional.

Ten minutes later, Elsa emerged from the kitchen carrying three glasses of fresh milk, strawberry-jam toast, and properly fried eggs.

"Today’s breakfast has fresh milk!"

"Hmm… thanks, Elsa."

"Oh, Elsa—this message came from the church’s magic messenger pigeon while you were away. For you."

Roy had received the note but hadn’t opened it, handing it over intact.

Elsa blinked her large, lovely eyes.

"Thank you, Roy."

She took the rolled parchment, untied the string, and unrolled it.

As she read, her brow furrowed.

She hurried back to her room and changed into her nun’s habit.

"I’m sorry, Roy. The church needs all nuns to assemble immediately. I can’t stay for breakfast."

"Eh… not even time to share a piece of toast?"

Elsa answered with an apologetic look.

"Alright."

Roy’s voice dipped with disappointment.

Guilt stabbed at Elsa’s heart.

Impulsively, she cupped his face in her hands.

Leaning down, her golden hair spilling like sunlight…

The nun pressed a lingering, reluctant kiss to his cheek.

She couldn’t ignore his disappointed expression.

Even if this defied Church teachings.

"…Can you forgive Elsa now?"

Roy swallowed hard, his cheek burning where her lips had touched.

"…Yeah."

He whispered the reply.

"I have to go now."

"Roy, could you take breakfast to Airi’s room for me?"

"No problem, Elsa."