Chapter 165: Arc 6: Drama In Life - 13
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Arc 6: Drama In Life - 13
I scratch the back of my head, offering an awkward smile. I hadn't expected the Heart of Eldritch to manifest midway through me having sex with Blake and Elizabeth, and especially not nearing the second hour. The sudden surge of incomprehensible, ecstatic energy had both of them spiraling into a madness of pleasure that threatened to unravel their minds entirely. If it weren't for me using Boundary Manipulation at the last second, they likely would've ended up brain-dead, consumed by the sensory overload alone.
Now, with Blake and Elizabeth completely out of commission, likely for the rest of the day, possibly even tomorrow, it seems I'll be dealing with Shirahoshi and Paimon for the time being. Well... more Shirahoshi than Paimon. She claims her new life's goal: to devour the entire Candy Kingdom. I suspect whatever unstable substance was used to construct the Candy Kingdom must've triggered something deep and irrational inside Paimon's already questionable brain.
I glance to my right.
Paimon lies sprawled out on the couch, unconscious. Or rather, knocked out cold. That part's on me, I got tired of her relentless nagging about "just one more trip" to the Candy Kingdom, especially after she and Shirahoshi finally made it into the living room. Of course, before allowing them entry, I made sure Blake and Elizabeth were fully dressed.
"Look, Jin-sama!" Shirahoshi's voice echoed from outside, sparkling with excitement. She stood under the filtered, shimmering light of the boundary-tinged sky, her massive form framed in glowing pastel winds. Her arms waved energetically, each motion sending her long, silken hair swirling behind her like liquid moonlight.
With delicate care, she brought her hands together, fingers trembling with focus, her lips whispering an incantation through pursed lips. Her expression was taut with determination, cheeks puffed, brow furrowed, and then, with a soft pop, tiny sentient snowmen emerged from the ground. Each one blinked its frosty eyes, their twig-like arms waving in cheerful, jerky spasms as if welcoming me into some whimsical arctic ritual.