"Ah, ah, um, but, this, that..."

She panicked.

A quite satisfied smile curled up at the corners of Lin Mo's mouth.

Hehe, she really did panic. You hypocritical poser, just watch how I tear off your mask of righteousness next!

"Huh? Sis, you wouldn't happen to be misunderstanding something, would you?"

Seeing Diona begin to hesitate, Lin Mo immediately reeled in the bait, deliberately creating the illusion that she could have what was right in front of her, yet making it impossible for her to actually take it.

"Come on, I'm not asking you to just come right in and pour it for me."

Leaning his arm against the edge of the bathtub, he deliberately drew out his tone to continue provoking Diona's emotions:

"After all, I'm currently in my 'newborn' state. If you were to suddenly burst through the door, 'everything there is to see' would be fully exposed to your eyes."

Lin Mo was an emotionless, unscrupulous assassin.

He was exceptionally skilled at exploiting others' emotional weaknesses, delivering targeted, intense strikes and pressure.

Back in the day, he had even exploited the fact that a certain assassination target's niece was a pervert who enjoyed being verbally abused and whipped by men, allowing him to quickly get close to the target.

Let alone merely seducing a virgin of this matriarchal world—even with a ruthless businesswoman in her forties from before his transmigration, who had been widowed early and raised a son and a daughter alone, Lin Mo had managed to rapidly breach her psychological defenses, making her develop a maternal instinct to nurture him as if he were her own child.

Therefore, he tightened the net, then loosened it again.

As long as the goal remained to completely shatter Diona's psychological defenses and make her abandon her pretense of being a good person, Lin Mo firmly believed that the ultimate victor would undoubtedly be himself!

"..."

Outside the door, Lin Mo could clearly see the silhouette of Diona's figure.

She was hesitating.

Waging an internal war!

Moreover, as things stood now, there was absolutely nothing standing as an obstacle between her and this door!

"Hmm hmm~~"

When it came down to it, for this Diona, what could possibly be more important than Lin Mo, who was currently bathing?

Even without using his brain, just thinking with every single one of his toes—there was absolutely nothing. In fact, it was "non-existent to the extreme!"

(Good, very good...)

(She's taking the bait.)

While musing to himself, Lin Mo continued splashing hot water over his body, bathing leisurely.

"T-that, um, just a tiny bit, probably about the amount you'd get from suddenly lifting the bottle and giving it a quick glug into the water. That should be about right."

It seemed Diona had finally conquered her inner self.

However, Lin Mo knew she couldn't possibly win.

(Next, you'll endure staying away from the changing room for a while.)

(But you'll be back soon.)

(Probably in just... hmm, about three minutes?)

And when she returned next time, Lin Mo was certain that right here in this fairly spacious bathroom, his virginity would be taken by Diona.

(Though that's exactly what I've been looking forward to anyway.)

A smug, self-satisfied smile played on Lin Mo's face. He gently splashed water with his right leg, raising it higher until he finally rested it on the rim of the bathtub.

He looked at his toes, which appeared quite fair and cute under the light. Then he deliberately wiggled them:

"Oh, I see."

With considerable languor, he picked up the brown bottle beside him. After confirming the scent inside once more and briefly touching the liquid with his finger, he reassuringly poured it into the bathwater.

Soon, the warm water throughout the tub was dyed a milky white.

"It really does smell wonderful..."

He exclaimed in admiration as he took a sniff, then waved his hand toward the outside:

"Thank you so much, Big Sis Diona. With this, I feel like I won't have nightmares tonight after all..."

"T-that's good, then."

Diona seemed to mutter from outside.

Her voice trembled, as if she were forcefully suppressing an inner impulse. Lin Mo heard her ask:

"Also, um, I think your clothes could use a wash, but your shoes and socks have been worn for so long, it might not be a good idea to wash them all together..."

"Ah!"

As she bent down to pick up Lin Mo's boots, she suddenly let out a short, soft gasp.

Lin Mo heard her say:

"Oh no, these socks... they've got several holes in them already. Even if I wash them carefully, they won't be wearable anymore."

"Xiao Mo, let me throw these away for you. I'll buy you some new pairs later—you should be able to find suitable ones at the supply market, what do you... think?"

Hearing this, Lin Mo couldn't help but blush.

He hurriedly lowered his leg and hand, which had been resting so casually just moments ago. After splashing the water once, he sat up straight with slight embarrassment:

"I'll throw them away myself once I'm done bathing. Having you help me with something like this... it just feels really embarrassing."

"Hey now, what's there to be embarrassed about!"

Diona practically squealed.

But her next sentence was suppressed back into a very casual tone: "So you don't need me to, then? Alright, I'll go throw them away..."

"I'll buy you new ones later. Since I've already rescued you and brought you back to camp, you should rely on me a little more from now on."

Continuing to ramble about topics she no longer actually cared about, Diona forcibly restrained her urge to fly, slowing her pace with all her might so she could leave the changing room while still maintaining an appearance of normalcy.

Thud—

The moment she gently closed the wooden door, Diona could no longer hold back.

(Ugh, uuuugh!! Eeeek, eeeek, uuugh!!)

Clutching Lin Mo's socks—which had been worn for who knows how long—with both hands, feeling the intense odor rapidly wafting from them, she fell almost entirely into a trance.

What followed was something she did with Lin Mo's smelly socks.

Given that what she was about to do was truly too revolting, and writing it out would horrify or disgust the readers, the unprecedented, invincible Black Rabbit God exerted its boundless divine power to forcibly censor this section.

In any case, through this act, Diona fell into a state of immense self-satisfaction, temporarily needing absolutely nothing else.

Cutting back to the other side: Lin Mo was currently completely unaware of just what kind of incredible pervert he had provoked this time.

He was still eagerly anticipating the moment Diona would return. After all, from the perspective of an adolescent male, Diona was a flawless, premium woman from every angle—every movement, every smile of hers brimmed with such intense vitality that it seemed capable of drawing all his energy toward her...

Thus, it was perfectly natural for someone like him—who didn't dislike this matriarchal world per se, but merely hated the cruel reality of watching his friends get killed—to harbor such intense expectations for Diona.

...

He waited three minutes.

(No rush, no rush, she still needs time to think it over...)

He waited five minutes.

(Oho, looks like she's about to burst in any second now!)

He waited ten minutes.

(What's going on? Could it be that Diona is so nervous right now that she's suffocating?)

Incidentally.

Diona was indeed suffocating at that moment.

However, the reason wasn't nervousness.

In the end, Lin Mo waited for over twenty-five minutes.

When he finally realized that Diona wasn't going to burst into the bathroom, he truly sank into utter dejection and confusion.

(W-what the hell is this?!)

(Could it be that all my assumptions about her being interested in me were nothing but my own delusions?)

Thinking dejectedly, Lin Mo raised his hand in distress and pinched his own cheek.

"Could it be that I actually don't fit the tastes of this matriarchal world? Am I perhaps an ugly monster here?"