A free blast of Holy Light finally pulled Lena back from the brink of death.
Kuber stared at her like she was a monster as she stood up again. He silently vowed never to call her "sister" again. He had a million ways to kill someone, but never dreamed that just saying "sister" could nearly kill her. It was unscientific! No—this world had no science. It was unmagical!
"My apologies, Lord Kuber," Lena said with a trace of shame, hinting subtly at something.
"Is that so? Heh heh heh."
Kuber forced a laugh, pretending not to understand. Seeing this, Lena felt slightly disheartened and pouted for a moment. But she quickly perked up and led Kuber to her home.
A petite two-story Western-style house stood in Ferrol City's eastern slums. Its ivory-white walls and deep red roof gleamed under the sun.
"Here we are. Please come in," Lena said, pulling out her keys. A click echoed as she opened the door and stepped inside. Kuber followed closely behind. The spotless entryway greeted them, filled with a faint jasmine fragrance.
Lena then took guest slippers from a nearby cabinet and quietly slipped them onto Kuber's feet.
In the living room, Kuber sat cross-legged at the guest table, curiously observing his surroundings. A Luo, already fast asleep, had been carried to the bedroom by Lena.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Lena said after a long while, entering with a tray of tea.
Kuber, who had grown impatient, suddenly brightened. Lena had shed her silver armor, swapping her valkyrie look for a cozy big-sister style. Her beige short-sleeve tee barely contained her ample chest. A tiny blue mini-skirt hugged her hips just enough, paired with white stockings that wrapped her plump thighs. It made anyone's mouth go dry. Her tight ponytail had loosened into a golden waterfall of shoulder-length hair.
Catching Kuber's intense stare, Lena's face flushed crimson. She stammered, "Do I... look good?"
"Absolutely. You're so stunning I can't even look at you," Kuber replied, giving her a thumbs-up. Girls really did shine when dressed up. Lena, who'd always seemed like just a "chest" to him, now radiated such bewitching charm.
Lena beamed as if she'd tasted honey, placing the tea down. She then sat opposite Kuber in a casual, knee-bent pose.
Kuber nearly spat out his tea. *Whoa! Were those legendary blue-and-white striped panties just now?*
Suddenly, even thick-skinned Kuber felt a flicker of shyness. Humans were strange creatures—he'd seen her naked body before, yet panties made him blush.
Kuber sipped his tea slowly, stealing glances at Lena. She gazed back with starry-eyed adoration, every move of his looking like a painting to her.
An odd silence filled the room, broken only by the tick-tock of the wall clock. The air grew thick with unspoken tension.
Finally, Kuber couldn't hold back. Under Lena's startled gaze, he stood up, walked over, and gently pushed her down onto the floor.
Him on top, her below—their eyes locked. Beyond the clock's ticking, their frantic heartbeats echoed.
Thump-thump!
"It's okay~" Lena whispered, her cheeks blazing red. She closed her eyes softly, her dewy lips curving into a subtle smile.
"Lena~! Mom's home!"
A thunderous voice shattered the moment, yanking them back to reality.
Kuber jolted, nearly losing control. He scrambled back to his seat. *So Lena lives with her mom?*
Lena first gasped in shock, then fumed with frustration. *Mom! I hate you for ruining this!*
Light footsteps approached. A woman in a sleek black OL suit hummed a tune as she entered the living room. Her sharp brown bob and face—70% similar to Lena's—lacked warrior spirit but radiated mature allure. Her figure-hugging outfit highlighted every curve, especially her long legs sheathed in black stockings. They instantly captivated Kuber, the foot fetishist.
