The Spirit King’s residence is divided into separate zones, and the central palace is only used when all four Spirit Kings need to gather for discussions like today.

However, instances where all Spirit Kings must convene are exceedingly rare. The last time they gathered was over thirty years ago to discuss Lindy’s punishment, and once again, it’s about Lindy. If there weren’t exceptional reasons, this place wouldn’t be used at all. There would be no reason to waste resources on managing a building that serves no purpose for dozens, if not hundreds, of years. After all, in the Spirit Realm, which isn’t even material, dust isn’t a concern.

Once Lindy and Silphy left to reminisce while strolling, only Elysia and Clarice remained in the guest quarters of the eastern zone. Amid countless darkened rooms, only one window was illuminated.

Amid the light seeping through the door crack, faint moans escaped. When Elysia gently nibbled on Clarice’s ear, the muffled sounds grew louder.

“Hah…!”

Who would believe that the one making such wanton sounds is one of the Spirit Kings dividing the Spirit Realm?

Elysia’s hand had unexpectedly found its way onto Clarice’s thigh. Given that Clarice was wearing a short skirt, Elysia’s touch instinctively started to caress the smooth skin, and Clarice could feel her body heating up even more.

In the midst of this, Elysia held Clarice’s hand, which was interlocked with her own, and lifted it. What was she planning now? Clarice watched Elysia’s actions with a mix of concern and anticipation.

“Yum.”

Elysia brought the hand she held up to her face, then popped one of the fingers into her mouth and asked. Amidst questioning what kind of behavior this was from someone who wasn’t even a child, Elysia’s tongue began to move around Clarice’s finger inside her mouth.

She licked, sucked, and even nibbled. Such trivial actions.

The sensations of Elysia’s tongue were much more delicate than when she licked the nape of her neck, yet that was all there was to it.

As Clarice sighed, feeling an inexplicable sense of disappointment, something was presented before her face. Rolling her eyes to check, she found a finger there.

Without needing to probe whose finger it was, it was Elysia’s finger from just a moment ago.

Before she could even ask what was happening, Elysia’s finger wedged itself between Clarice’s closed lips. The finger, guided onto Clarice’s tongue, slowly brushed against it. Tap, tap.

Simultaneously, the tongue of Elysia, who was still licking Clarice’s finger, also touched the finger. Tap, tap.

Fingers and tongues intertwined, and Clarice couldn’t gather her thoughts. It felt as if beyond the fingers, their tongues were entwined.

Surrendering herself to Elysia’s tongue and finger, Clarice soon found herself taking the lead, actively moving her fingers and tongue to tease Elysia more. Saliva dripped from the slightly parted corners of her mouth, but she had no luxury to worry about such a thing. If she had the capacity to be concerned, she wanted more, just a bit more, as she fervently played with their fingers and tongues.

Meanwhile, Elysia’s other hand continued to roam over Clarice’s body, and whenever it brushed against sensitive areas, Clarice would gasp in surprise and bite Elysia’s finger.

How long had it been? Elysia pulled her finger slowly out of Clarice’s mouth. Clarice pouted, as if to say “Don’t go,” but that cruel finger departed nonetheless. Elysia’s finger, soaked with saliva, didn’t bring her any discomfort as she slowly moved her hand elsewhere.

Was there more to explore? With her eyes filled entirely with anticipation now, Clarice’s gaze followed Elysia’s hand.

Elysia’s hand, which now hovered over Clarice’s chest, was an act she would have never done under normal circumstances. Although in the past her friends had teased her with their chests, she couldn’t reciprocate such antics due to the remnants of being a man.

Yet, the drunkenness that had built up completely shattered Elysia’s conscience. There was no hesitation in her actions.

Elysia’s hands, which had gently rested on Clarice’s chest, squeezed lightly. Clarice, startled, jolted her body! But Elysia was too busy to pay her any mind.

Recalling how her friends had acted with her, Elysia awkwardly attempted to follow their movements. Clarice’s chest, filled within Elysia’s grip, became like a toy, moving about as her hands played.

Elysia’s intoxicating scent tickled her nose, and Elysia’s touch drove Clarice wild. The heated, burning sensation enveloped her body as if it were set ablaze.

Clarice felt as if she was going mad from the insatiable thirst for desire. The tower of pleasure, gradually building, indeed brought joy to Clarice, yet everything felt suffocating.

But at that moment, Elysia’s finger lightly pinched Clarice. Like pulling the bottom block from a tower of toys, the precariously balanced tower of pleasure teetered beyond its limits and came crashing down.

“Hahhh!”

All the sensations that had slowly built up hit Clarice at once, and there was no way to hold back any longer. As she worried if someone outside might hear, the muffled moans now filled the room.

Her waist arched like a bow, her face pointed at the ceiling. Clarice’s legs swayed repeatedly, her rear lifting slightly off the chair as she fidgeted.

Moments turned into a few seconds or dozens of seconds, and soon Clarice completely slumped in exhaustion against the chair. Saliva trickled from her slightly open mouth, and her eyes, now entirely relaxed, were slowly beginning to close.

“Clarice?”

Seeing this, Elysia called out her name, but no response came.

“What’s this? Is Clarice sleeping? I was told I was the one who was drunk….”

Completely worn out from experiences and sensations she had never encountered before, Clarice slipped into a deep slumber. Elysia, left alone, tried to wake her, calling her name and shaking her, but there was no sign of awakening.

“Hehehe… No matter how sleepy you are, sleeping here will give you a cold.”

Elysia, being kind, wouldn’t just quietly watch such a scene. With a grunt, she picked up Clarice and headed toward the bed in the corner of the room.

Despite walking unsteadily from drunkenness, Elysia managed not to fall and reached the bed. But that was as far as her luck went. Once she placed Clarice down on the bed, Elysia herself lost the balance she had maintained and flopped down beside her.

Thud, Elysia’s body completely covered Clarice, yet she showed no signs of waking.

Maybe seeing Clarice as she slept stirred something within Elysia, as sleepiness began to creep in despite her uncomfortable position. Yet, the strong effects of the alcohol easily swept aside any discomfort. Slowly, slowly, following Clarice into slumber, Elysia’s eyelids began to droop.

*

Although the time was too short to fill the void of the long years they had been apart, Lindy returned to Elysia’s room after briefly catching up with Silphy.

Knock, knock.

“Elysia? Still drinking?”

Yet there was no response. Attempting to open the door yielded only the sound of it rattling locked.

With a hopeful heart, she leaned against the door to listen for any sounds coming from inside, but all was eerily quiet. It genuinely seemed as if they had gone to sleep.

“…Hmm.”

Lindy stood at the door, pondering for a moment. Normally, unlocking such a door wouldn’t pose any challenge for her. She considered entering as she often did, lying beside a sleeping Elysia, but the situation she found herself in made her hesitate.

Why had she come to the Spirit Realm? Wasn’t it because of past mistakes?

She had come to seek forgiveness for those sins, and it would be troublesome if she inadvertently caused misunderstanding by acting recklessly in the meantime. If that were to happen, rather than gaining forgiveness, even Clarice, who had supported her until now, might turn against her.

Of course, considering Elysia’s usual demeanor, there were concerns about that in a different sense, but remembering Clarice, who had remained calm even in front of Elysia, it likely wouldn’t be a major issue. After all, she was a Spirit King.

Thus, Lindy turned away from Elysia’s room and began to walk toward her own.

Now, with thoughts like “What worries will I face next?” flooding her mind.