Chapter 3: The Third Floor
The next day arrived.
Noel, appearing calm, unchanged, as if he hadn’t uncovered any disturbing truth the day before, spent the morning just like usual.
Until noon.
After finishing his preparations, dressed in some of the finest clothes he owned, he stepped out of his room.
"Mmm, Noel...? Where are you going so early...?"
A soft, drowsy voice, slow and sensual, floated up from behind him.
Noel’s steps paused.
He turned his head slightly.
Lilith stood there, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Her long black hair tumbled in messy waves past her waist, sticking to her skin in places. She yawned lightly, her lashes fluttering.
Noel’s gaze narrowed.
Unlike her usual sleepwear, silk shorts and a camisole, today, she wore only a thin, glossy camisole that barely reached the top of her thighs.
Nothing underneath.