14~ All in the silence
“Ugh………” The golden-haired elf smiled mischievously as she jammed her rosy fist into the stomach of the silver-haired beauty straddling her. The latter’s eyes rolled back, her breath gradually weakening until a soft m*an escaped her lips. Her tender body went limp, her head lightly resting on Tillysha’s bouncy water sack of br*asts, as if she had returned to the comfort of her cozy nest.
The exquisite silver-silk hair cascaded down, falling into the clavicle and neck, its soft touch akin to a small blanket.
Tillysha pinched the delicate琼鼻of the girl in her arms, confirming that the latter was indeed unconscious.
That punch to the abdomen, Tillysha didn’t put much force into it. Just enough to knock out the silvery-haired elf with her light hair, ensuring no lingering aftereffects.
What’s wrong with this child? Is it that time of year?
Climbing out from under Aistride, the latter seemed to have developed an addiction to her water mattress. Even as Tillysha disentangled herself, she clutched at her waist, reluctant to leave this pure and natural fleshy cushion.
Shifting the unconscious Aistride to the side, Tillysha stood up and pulled the blanket over Aistride, covering her voluptuous and beautiful body.
You wouldn’t think, usually, Aistride was the prototypical curvaceous-and-fair-skinned type. Normally, you’d only notice the protrusion at the front, not realizing that the back was equally firm.
But Tillysha merely glanced, assessing, and wouldn’t indulge inappropriate thoughts towards someone younger by several hundred years.
Tillysha activated the Divine Analysis Technique, using her epic-level technique to thoroughly scan Aistride’s body, especially checking for any abnormal soul conditions.
The result showed everything was normal with Aistride. She hadn’t been possessed by any unclean entity. Except for the flashing pink heart icon in the status bar, everything else was as usual.
Since it wasn’t fake alcohol’s effects, what just happened?
Tillysha had never seen such bold Aistride. Perhaps that flashing pink heart explained it all, but this icon didn’t provide further text annotations, and Tillysha didn’t understand what it represented.
Could it really be spring fever?
But that shouldn’t be the case?
Humans are lustful all year round, while elves are the opposite, consistently disinterested throughout the year. This is one of the main reasons for the low birth rate among elves.
Thoughts flowing, and the exposure being an established fact now, Tillysha had nothing more to hide. After all, who would have anticipated this?
Still, what exactly that pink heart icon represented, Tillysha felt the need to research. Anything that could affect Aistride’s physical or mental state, she felt the need to deliberately pay attention to.
What was for certain, such actions wouldn’t have happened if Aistride was thinking clearly.
“Sweet dreams, Aistride classmate.” Glancing at the wall clock, it was about time for an afternoon nap. After tucking Aistride in, Tillysha was about to leave, when she remembered something and placed a tender sprout of Jade Sweet Scent on Aistride’s bedside table.
That punch was perfectly controlled, but when Aistride would wake up was the question. If she overslept, she’d miss her elective class later.
Thus, Tillysha placed an “alarm clock,” a trick she used to tease Bilodis. This plant would root and sprout once its time was up. Dew would flow from the petals onto the sleeper’s face, waking them up.
Previously, Tillysha would sneak into Bilodis’ room while she slept, placing one on her bedside table. Although she’d always get into trouble the next morning.
Also, several times, her intentions of “gulling” Bilodis were discovered. She stepped into traps set up in Bilodis’ room, getting tangled up like a dumpling. When the lights turned on, she’d see Bilodis’ smiling face.
After closing the door, Tillysha returned to her room.
In the afternoon.
Aistride woke up feeling sore all over, sensing a cooling sensation at her nose. She thought she had an extremely realistic dream…
The icy touch quickly spread to her cheeks and neck, banishing her sleepiness.
Climbing out of bed still groggy, with unruly hair, she rubbed her sleepy eyes.
Seeing familiar surroundings, Aistride’s clear eyes flickered with confusion.
Had she slept in her room? But why couldn’t she remember how she fell asleep?
And why was this cornflower blossom here??
She only remembered bumping into Dillin on her way home, and then a bizarre dream happened.
In her dream, she locked Dillin in her room and planned to do something very immodest…
And the end of the dream was illogical. Dillin transformed into a golden-haired elf girl, someone she knew well.
Regaining consciousness, Aistride covered her face, perplexed as to why she had such a fantastic dream.
Dreams have no logic, like how an impossible event occurred in this dream.
But why did this dream feel so real? After waking, her intuition told her it wasn’t just a dream.
Recalling something, she touched her soft abdomen.
No sensation.
So it was just a dream after all?
It must have been due to stress and lack of rest. It was just a dream, she kept telling herself.
Turning around to grab clothes from the bedside, her fingers brushed against something not supposed to be there.
A bath towel.
Aistride’s face stiffened. She could feel cold sweat forming on her palms and back.
How could this be? The towel should have hung in the bathroom?
Aistride never had the habit of placing bath towels on her bedside.
After bathing, she typically hung them on the back of the bathroom door.
Why was the towel here?
Aistride remembered in her dream, she came out of the bathroom with the towel, locking the door, then vaguely pressed Dillin down on her bed.
Then, Dillin transformed into Tillysha, her vision fading out with Tillysha’s smiling face before she lost consciousness completely.
If, just if the dream were real, then the bath towel being on the bedside table would make sense…
But, but!!
Aistride got confused. She wasn’t confused by her absurd self in the dream but by an unbearable truth…
Impossible, impossible, right?
After all, there was a world of difference between these two.
Let’s put aside the gender difference, their personalities were like day and night?
How could these two people be the same person? Heh, hehe…
No matter how hard Aistride tried, she couldn’t associate the taciturn and not very communicative Dillin with the flirtatious Tillysha. The difference was too vast to believe even if the truth slapped her in the face.
If, hypothetically speaking, they were always the same person…
Stop.
Aistride didn’t dare think further.
To be precise, she didn’t want to think further.
She feared thinking too much would verify her assumptions, ruining their relationship…
Aistride was afraid. She was afraid that knowing this biggest secret would significantly alter her relationship with Dillin, or even Tillysha.
But if they were the same person, then didn’t it mean?
She wasn’t committing infidelity, right??
Aistride hesitated for a moment, as if spotting a blind spot…
This made sense then, this made sense, finally.
No, it’s still not correct… based on the dream just now, her consciousness was blurred and her actions lacked logic, it might simply be a dream.
Wrestling with her fingers, Aistride was torn as to whether to ask or not…
Don’t ask, ask, don’t ask, ask… Ask!
“No, this doesn’t count.” Counting down to the last finger, Aistride shook her head slightly.
“Student Aistride~?”
“I’m here.” The familiar voice from outside startled Aistride. She quickly composed herself and replied calmly.
“It’s time to go to school. Are you dressed?”
“Um, just finished.”
“Oh, good. I thought you might still be fast asleep.” Tillysha’s voice carried a hint of teasing laughter.
“Let’s go to class together. I’ll wait for you.”
Hearing this, Aistride slowly pulled on the clothes hanging on the rack, making sure through the bathroom window her appearance was immaculate before leaving.
For naturally beautiful elves, makeup was unnecessary as it would only spoil their innate natural beauty.
When Aistride opened the door, the girl in the skirt uniform, illuminated by the bright afternoon sun, smiled as charmingly as before, just as if they had met minutes ago.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”
“Not at all.” Tillysha’s ever-soft smile enveloped everything, her hands rested gracefully at her stomach holding a women’s handbag, the glossy student stockings looked flawless, and the golden-haired girl was impeccably clean.
“Where are Wenfu and Princess Filisia?” Aistride asked.
“They have already headed to the classroom. By now, they should be there.” Tillysha glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, stroking her chin thoughtfully.
Due to the common route, Tillysha always informed Aistride when they had elective classes and walked together.
“It’s this late already?”
“Or maybe, Aistride classmate thought it was still early?” Tillysha responded teasingly.
Walking to the entrance, as the familiar scent of mint and grass wafted from the golden-haired girl, Aistride felt a hazy dreamlike state, as if she were still floating.
She overslept this time, perhaps she hadn’t fully woken up yet.
“Aistride classmate, we should go now.”
“Huh? Oh.” As Aistride bent down to put on her shoes, she noticed they were already neatly on her feet.
She looked at Tillysha with wonder.
“Aistride classmate seems not fully awake. How about washing your face with cold water? We wouldn’t want it affecting your afternoon class.” Tillysha, who had helped Aistride change into her loafers, smiled.
“Thanks.” Recalling Tillysha’s hands holding her feet while putting on the shoes, Aistride’s ears turned slightly red.
“Nothing to it. Let’s go; we’re almost out of time.”
The two walked side by side on the path to the elective classroom, silent.
Tillysha remained silent, while Aistride restored her cool gaze to the flower beds on the sides of the path.
Apparently, things had returned to normal in her mind.
Tillysha thought.
“Did Dillin go to school already?” Aistride suddenly spoke up.
Tillysha didn’t answer offhand but glanced at Aistride beside her, who avoided her eyes.
Aistride’s gaze remained distant, as if it was just a casual chat.
However…
The blush at the earlobes was unmistakable, clearly visible to Tillysha.
“Um, yes.” Tillysha pretended not to notice and replied. “Dillin went to school early.”
“In the future, he might be very busy and have little opportunity to see him.”
“You… wouldn’t mind, would you?” Tillysha, returning her gaze ahead, asked with a slightly serious tone.
“…… That’s his choice. Why should I mind?” After a brief silence, Aistride replied.
She stopped staring into the distance and refocused on Tillysha, her expression more complicated.
“Lady Tillysha, have you always been this good with Dillin?”
“Um, yes. My relationship with Dillin has always been good. This so-called ‘good’ has always been constant, neither increasing nor decreasing.” Tillysha’s words carried deeper implications.
“Then, could Lady Tillysha accept this?”
“Hm?” Tillysha accepted the silver moon pendant Aistride had handed her, which still retained her body heat.
“This one is from my hometown during this holiday. It’s made of mithril.”
“This is quite valuable. Furthermore, why did Aistride classmate suddenly want to give me a present?”
“You gave me a handkerchief once, and I haven’t returned the favor yet, have I?” Aistride walked ahead, pretending not to look at Tillysha.
“……Well, in that case, I’ll accept it.” As Tillysha smiled and accepted Aistride’s gift, Aistride felt her heart skip a beat.
Yes, both knew.
Lady Tillysha had never given Aistride a handkerchief.
Neither of them broke the silence. Everything was understood tacitly.
