22~Isn’t this the Silver Claw Bar??
Tillysha felt as if she had experienced a long and absurd dream. After a night of passion that resembled the flooding of a river that had burst its banks, the usually clear-minded and composed girl was now in a state of mental fog that was indescribable.
The night that seemed to drag on was filled with indistinct and alluring vibes. She felt as though she had been lifted to the clouds, hearing the ceaseless rush of silver streams while holding something cold and jade-like. It was like a pale moon hanging on a dark curtain of velvet—blurred, serene, remote, and out of reach.
She felt as if all her bones had been detached from her body, her entire form as floppy as a rubber person. Even the slightest movement sent tingles through her, as though she had just endured a night of intensive laboring.
Suspended among the clouds, she lay in a soft sea where every strand of hair seemed purified, every inch of her skin enveloped by soft, fluffy clouds.
Tillysha instinctively wanted to retrieve her memories but kept failing. It was like trying to break through a thick cloud of haze above her head, which, whenever her senses were about to return, clouded them out again, plunging her back into a haze.
This dizzying state lasted who knows how long. To Tillysha, it passed in the blink of an eye. She opened her heavy eyelids slowly, and the blurry images gradually came into focus.
Her drunken state woke her up first with a throbbing headache—splitting pain.
The pain didn’t last long, and when it faded, fragments of last night’s memories began to resurface.
Her head ached. What had happened to her?…
Patchy memories began to filter into her awareness. She recalled lifting a glass with two others at a dinner table.
Had she been drinking last night?
And it seemed she had been quite intoxicated. Exactly how drunk, she couldn’t remember.
Her memory froze at the moment where she lifted the wine glass. After that, there was nothing.
She must have been very drunk—how else would blackouts happen?
Speaking of which, where exactly was she now? Had she been helped back to her dorm after drunkenness?
With the help of the crystalline white lantern light, Tillysha examined her surroundings: the forest-themed murals, the alchemical mist generators, all of which were unfamiliar and strange. Clearly she had not returned to her dorm; she had simply stayed in the Witch Forest after being drunk last night.
What had happened after she was drunk last night?
Even now, Tillysha still felt weak and powerless. Her whole body was soft, and she didn’t feel like moving at all in her bed.
Although the hangover didn’t have a very pronounced effect on the elves, it still had some influence.
“Eh-hh…” She looked up at the ceiling and noticed when she slightly lowered her gaze that there were two plump, bountiful white orbs in her field of view.
In some ways, too big wasn’t good—it blocked her sight.
She rubbed her pointy elf ears and felt something pressing her. She wanted to roll over and remembered then that today was a school day, no vacations.
“Oh no!” What time was it?
Tillysha tried to get up but was pressed down by something tender. It felt like her thighs were being weighed down by something making it hard for her to stand up.
What was this? Was there a life-sized body pillow in this bed?
When she turned her head to check, she saw a silver silk quilt draped over her thighs. A silver-haired girl was sleeping peacefully with her head resting on Tillysha’s thigh, her sleeping face serene and tranquil.
Well… if it weren’t for the fact that the girl only wore an undergarment and Tillysha’s hand was caught in a sensitive yet unmentionable area, nothing would have seemed abnormal.
No, that was already quite odd, wasn’t it?
What was Aistride doing sleeping beside her?… And why such a strong smell of alcohol?
So, she had been drinking too?
Drinking wasn’t an issue, but what had made her drink so much that they were still smelling alcohol this morning? How much did she drink yesterday?
Tillysha wondered. Aistride wasn’t really a heavy drinker, let alone a big fan of drinking. Who had been the one to keep toasting her last night?
Also, how had they ended up sharing the same bed?
While she was still puzzled, she didn’t know that she wasn’t the only one sleeping in the same bed with Aistride; movement caught her attention and, turning her head, she noticed a pair of amber eyes looking at her.
“Hey, you’re awake,” said Princess Filisia, rarely seen with her twin tails undone, and she yawned widely and gave her a teasing grin.
“…Filisia?”
“Surprised to see me, aren’t you?” Filisia chuckled. “Don’t bother trying to get up; class has already been missed. I’ve already let Wenfu take care of excusing the three of us.”
“The class is skipped, so why bother thinking so much? Just sleep the day away and wake up in the evening.” Filisia closed her eyes like a cunning cat.
“Are you planning to let it all slide?” Tillysha raised her eyebrows slightly.
“What can you do? And anyway, those words coming from Tillysha, who used my stomach as a pillow all night, lack any credibility.” She placed her hand on her cheek and teasingly wagged her finger, her eyes like those of a fox—seductive and shrewd, almost stealing your heart in an instant.
Only now did Tillysha realize that the pillow behind her head seemed a little softer than it should be.
It was as soft, smooth, and elastic as the best lamb fat jade.
“Seriously, you kept me up all night while you and Aistride had a great sleep.” Filisia, lacking energy, yawned again and poked at the pillow underneath her with some dissatisfaction.
Tillysha had to look again before understanding that the three people sleeping on this big bed were in a very balanced but strange position.
Triangular.
Aistride’s head rested on her thigh, she herself used Filisia’s stomach as a pillow, and Filisia, in turn, hugged her, treating her like a hugging pillow.
“Well, don’t move now that you’re awake. I’ve spent the whole night being a human pillow, and it’s not too much to borrow your leg, is it?” With that, Filisia, like a lazy barrel rolling in bed, moved to Tillysha’s other leg, gave a cunning smile, then covered herself with the quilt and lay down on her side.
“Goodnight, Tillysha.”
“……What’s going on?” Tillysha rubbed her forehead. “Last night.”
“Last night? You don’t remember? Hehe, quite a mess!” The fragments of starlight in Filisia’s eyes like twilight jewels were unreadable to Tillysha.
“To put it simply, the three of us got drunk. Yimi and Wenfu, being weak, couldn’t carry all three of us, so they just threw us onto the big bed in the Witch Forest and let us wake up on our own the next morning.”
“Aistride too?” Tillysha couldn’t quite understand. Neither Aistride nor she herself were known as heavy drinkers, and her memory had some gaps, so she couldn’t recall. Yet, she wondered how Aistride had managed to drink them all under the table?
“Are you still asking about Aistride? Yesterday you… well, never mind, it’s not worth repeating. I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep.” Filisia’s voice grew more charming. Whether this was Tillysha’s imagination or not, the usually strong Princess’s words seemed to carry a hint of sultriness.
“Ask her when she wakes up, if she remembers anything from last night.”
“…Isn’t this weird?” Though Tillysha’s brain wasn’t fully back from sleep, she didn’t remember anything about last night’s events.
Although it wasn’t unusual for girls to share a bed, she had an uneasy feeling…
Tillysha hesitated, looking at their current positions.
It was indeed fine between girls, but somehow it just felt off to Tillysha.
Maybe her thoughts on the matter were too old-fashioned.
“Unsuitable?—” Filisia chuckled in amusement, eyes soft enough to drip water, with a taunting smirk on her lips. “That sounds a little unreasonable, don’t you think?”
“Tillysha is being a bit too rigid right now. Are you still concerned if it’s suitable? Aren’t we past that point?” Filisia winked at Tillysha, giving her a ‘you figure it out yourself’ look, then couldn’t resist the sleepiness and slumped back down.
What a great pillow.
Filisia fell asleep while Tillysha was still pondering over the meaning of her words.
What could girls do together?
All their clothes had been shed, though they all kept their underwear.
It was only during this peaceful noon that Tillysha realized Aistride’s preference was for such a daring style.
She was wearing lace-edged suspender stockings.
Aistride’s style leaned towards this kind of fashion?
But even on the pure Elven form, the strong contrast was evident when paired with these provocative clothing items.
In comparison, Filisia’s style was much more conservative. Her underwear was a simple training suit, along with black over-the-knee student socks.
As for Tillysha herself, it was a plain Elf silk lingerie, paired with white stockings.
“Ahh…” Tillysha felt somewhat helpless that her legs were being used as pillows. Though awake, she could still not move on the bed. After considering it, she decided that since the other two were asleep, she might as well follow their example.
Suddenly, there was a movement on her thigh.
Tillysha paused, then a sly smile graced her lips.
She extended her delicate, soft fingers and gently poked the underside of Aistride’s foot, which was wrapped in black silk and lace stockings.
“…Ahh!” Aistride quickly pulled her leg back. Although her eyes were still closed, her ears were flushed with a noticeable red hue.
Was she really pretending she was asleep, as if no one noticed?
Then, Tillysha drew an arc on the elegantly shaped sole.
Aistride couldn’t help herself; she pulled her legs in again, cracking her firmly closed eyes to glance at Tillysha, who was currently propped up on one arm, her golden silk hair draping around her ears, wearing an expression filled with playful mockery.
Realizing that her feigned sleep had been discovered, Aistride had no choice but to awkwardly open her eyes.
“Good afternoon, Aistride, are you awake?”
“Uhh…” Aistride turned her face away, embarrassed and red-faced.
Her majesty was so mischievous, tormenting her again.
Thinking back to the feeling of Tillysha’s soft fingers brushing against her foot sole, a wave of blush spread across her face again.
In reality, she had only woken up a short while ago. Looking at Filisia, who was lying on Tillysha’s other leg just like her, and examining their present attire, her ears turned an even deeper shade of red.
This… wasn’t this the notorious silver claw bar sleepover??
Aistride covered her face, feeling the same way when she recalled the events of last night – a night that seemed like a dream. And in that dream, the alluring Tillysha had initiated a kiss, transferring all the alcohol in her mouth through mouth-to-mouth contact, making Aistride swallow it all…
Later, she also got very drunk and gave into her inner impulses, pinning Tillysha down on the bed.
Although Aistride disliked alcohol, she had thought that last night’s encounter of being forced to drink would be a nightmare. But after waking up, remembering the experiences of the night before, she didn’t feel any discomfort—instead, there was this lingering, unfulfilled urge…
Especially when she remembered Tillysha looking down at her drunkenly, her enchanting eyes making her heart race.
If there was even more height difference, wouldn’t it be more thrilling?
Like pouring alcohol while looking down…
What was she thinking about?!
Aistride’s face was red as fire, knowing it was improper and lewd to fantasize about Tillysha like that, yet she couldn’t suppress her runaway thoughts. Her brain, connected to countless banned books, kept forcing her to imagine more and more risqué scenarios. It was like a wildfire, impossible to control.
“Aistride, you…” Realizing Aistride’s reluctance to look at her, Tillysha hesitated, recalling what Filisia had said earlier.
“Can you remember what happened yesterday?” After a slight pause, Tillysha asked.
“?!?” When Tillysha asked directly, Aistride quickly adjusted her posture to respond. “No, I don’t remember.”
After saying this, she gave Tillysha an accusing glance.
Mistress Tillysha was so bad…
Asking her to recount last night’s events was too cruel…
Did she want her to awkwardly repeat yesterday’s events in embarrassment, with a flushed face?
Too bad; she wouldn’t fall for it this time.
Being around Tillysha for so long, Aistride didn’t feel surprised but rather thought that Tillysha was definitely teasing her again.
But she wouldn’t be taken in this time.
“Is that so?” Despite Aistride’s strange expression, since she claimed not to remember, that must have been the case.
So what exactly happened last night?
Tillysha, rubbing her forehead, still had no recollection at all.
Drinking was indeed problematic. It was such a dangerous thing, and she woke up remembering nothing at all.
