Rean (with a grudge-filled expression): "Who the heck came up with this boring interview show…?"

Author (sternly): "Mr. Rean, please stop pretending you don’t know."

Olga: "Isn’t it *you*?! Don’t act like we arranged this ourselves!"

Author: "Tsk. Can’t you two have a little humor?"

Rean & Olga: "Before calling others humorless, reflect on what *you’ve* done!"

Author: "Alright, enough. I went easy earlier. Time for the next 50 questions!"

Rean: "Hold up. I skimmed the script—these are way too invasive. I refuse." (sips tea)

Olga: "Then I refuse too."

Author (grinning slyly): "Muri muri! My dear protagonist, that tea had truth serum! You can’t lie now… Just kidding. *Please* cooperate. I’m struggling too!"

Olga (deadpan stare): "Uh…"

Rean: "Not my problem if you quit—fine! But I’m skipping overly outrageous ones."

Author (calmly): "OK. Second half starts now. Questions get *spicy*."

Rean (vein pulsing on forehead): "You little…"

Q51: "Top or bottom?"

Rean (scoffing): "Hah! Do I look like someone who’d get pinned down by *her*? Use your walnut-sized brain—it’s impossible!"

(Olga and Author nod silently in unison.)

Rean: "Hey!"

Olga (impatient): "Fine. Hate to admit it, but whenever I try to take charge, he gets grumpy."

Rean: "My lady! Recall your character setting—you should be *shy* right now!"

Olga (scornful glance): "I’m *cooperating*. And didn’t you whimper ‘No~’ when I took over?"

Rean: "Yeah? You couldn’t even last minutes yourself."

Tension thickened in the air…

Author: "Feels like you’d spill everything without me even asking."

Q52: "Why did it happen?"

Rean: "When feelings peak… it just flows naturally."

Q53: "Satisfied with this state?"

Olga: "Which part? Losing to him every time? Absolutely not."

Rean: "…Why’s it suddenly chilly below my waist?"

Q54: "Where was the first time?"

Rean: "An inn in Waterhall, Water City. She dragged me there."

Olga: "Then *he* flipped the script halfway."

Q55: "Your thoughts then?"

Rean: "That final moment felt… really good—mmph!" (Olga clamps a hand over his mouth.)

Olga: "‘Really good’?! That’s childish! Let *me* answer: I knew he was wholly mine. No other woman touches him—or I chop *both*."

Rean: "Shouldn’t you chop the *third party*?!"

Olga (flatly): "Both."

Author (muttering): "When did I write her this hidden yandere trait…?"

Q56: "What did they look like?"

Rean: "Eyes shimmering, face flushed, hands gripping my shoulders, whispering… YOWCH! Stop twisting my thigh!"

Olga (murderous glare): "Forget those details *now*!" (fist raised)

*[Scene too violent to depict.]*

Q57: "First words the next morning?"

Olga: "None. Too exhausted."

Rean: "I was fresh. Even woke her up."

Olga: "Absorbing magic to recover stamina? CHEATING!"

Q58: "How many times a week…?"

Rean: "Varies. Sometimes sleep, sometimes all-nighters… whenever the mood strikes—" (leans in)

Olga (shoving him): "Knock it off! Don’t get carried away… (punch) He needs meds."

Q59: "Ideal frequency?"

Olga: "Two or three."

Rean (dead serious): "A bit low, don’t you think?"

Q60: "Usual method?"

Rean: "Absolutely not telling."

Author: "Figured. Describe it and this book gets banned."

Q61: "Your most sensitive spot?"

Rean: "Ears. Hence why I hate sudden ear bites."

Olga: "Noted. Prepare to melt next time."

Rean: "I *refuse*!"

Q62: "Their sensitive spot?"

Olga: "He already spilled: ears."

Rean: "Chin, neck, waist, stomach—" (muffled abruptly)

Olga: "Wanna die?"

Q63: "One sentence describing them then?"

Olga (through gritted teeth): "Inhuman."

Rean: "Sounds like *I* forced *you*? You pulled *me* in! And I’m no human—I’m a devil. So *you’re* the weak one."

Q64: "Like *that*, or dislike it?"

Rean: "Fine. Not disliked."

Olga: "Dangerous wording!"

Q65: "Typical approach?"

Rean: "Lately… reading. Thinking of trying new things."

Olga: "Keep it simple!"

Q66: "Dream scenario? (Place, time, outfit…)"

Olga: "PLEASE stop feeding him weird ideas!"

Q67: "Shower before or after *that*?"

Rean: "Ever heard of shower play?"

Olga: "DON’T WANNA KNOW!"

Q68: "Any promises made then?"

Rean: "None aloud. But in my heart: with her beside me, I fear nothing."

Olga: "Same. I vowed to trust him completely—stand by him, always."

Q69: "Ever been with anyone else?"

Olga: "Impossible."

Rean: "Sodayo (just along for the ride)… Why that look?"

Olga (suspicious): "Truly none?"

Rean (thumping chest): "Swear on heaven and earth—I haven’t!"

Q70: "Thoughts on ‘If you can’t have their heart, take their body’?"

Rean: "Unlikely. She’d spot that thought instantly."

Olga: "Same. I acted because I knew he’d understand me."

Author: "Ugh… stuffed my mouth with ‘dog food’ *again*? Halftime break!"

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