Numbness

“Mm… Senpai, is that enough?”

In the locked Discipline office, a silver-haired girl lay sideways on the narrow bed, soft, breathy moans filling the sealed space.

Selina’s cherry lips exhaled hot mist, veiling her emerald eyes in dreamy haze.

Bai Li, head bowed in “diligent work,” finally looked up.

Her pink gaze met Selina’s misty one—and a triumphant smirk curled her lips.

Looks divine, feels divine.

Her hand never stopped—gliding over smooth, toned calves.

Selina clutched her skirt hem at the thigh, glaring watery daggers.

“Second-best legs I’ve ever touched,” Bai Li purred, unashamed.

“Bai Li-senpai, behave!” Selina hissed through gritted teeth.

Only then did the fox pause.

The warmth vanished; Selina yanked her legs back, cheeks flaming.

She snatched her white stockings, slipping them on with practiced haste.

Bai Li merely sniffed her fingers theatrically, eyes half-lidded in bliss.

No sweat—just pure elven scent. This fox could climax from aroma alone.

True to her word, she stamped the pass.

Selina bolted upright—only for numb legs to betray her.

A whimper escaped; she collapsed back.

“Hehe~” Bai Li covered her mouth, laughing.

Selina glared murderously, face scarlet.

“Help me up!”

“Call me big sis~”

“…Big sis Bai Li, please.”

Face already lost, pride in tatters—might as well indulge the fox.

Outside

“Miss, what happened?” Ceris asked, bewildered, as Bai Li supported Selina.

“Nothing. Your lady’s just… tired. Needs rest,” Bai Li said politely.

Ceris nodded blankly, taking over.

Bai Li turned to leave—then froze.

“You’re an elf?” she asked Ceris.

“Yes. House-born—raised with Miss since childhood.”

Captive-bred elves—rare, costly. Bai Li’s eyes flickered with understanding, then she left.

Back in the dorm, Selina exploded. “Infuriating fox! Never met anyone so shameless!” Her cheeks puffed like buns—half fury, half adorable.

“But… she is a fox, Miss…”

“I know! I want to shatter her fangs!”

“What did she do?”

“…Things you don’t need to know. Just—she’s no good fox.” Selina rubbed her swollen lips, seething.

Her legs still tingled. Cursed 100 times already.

“We proceed at dusk,” she said grimly, staring at the sun.

Nightfall – Moonlit Tavern

A plain carriage stopped.

Two modest maids alighted, opening the door.

Two pale hands emerged—then legs in black robes.

Moonlight glinted on silver hair peeking from hoods.

“Ready, Selina? Inside, you’re my sister.”

“Mm.”

Crimson eyes flashed beneath the hood.

Maids were barred outside—standard.

Avia placed the alchemy card on the pearwood bar.

The bartender’s eyes lit up, scanning it thoroughly.

“Tonight: Blue Enchantress or Black Rattler?”

“Black Rattler—as always.”

He pressed a shaker over the card.

When lifted, a steaming rattler emblem branded the metal.

“Your ticket, Lady Avia.”

Selina curbed her curiosity, eyes forward. First black market—stay calm.

A bell dinged. Another identical server emerged from shadows. “This way, honored guests.”

Hand in hand, they followed into the dark.

The tavern was a façade—hidden doors, secret passages.

After twists and turns, noise and light assaulted them.

Selina rubbed her eyes, stepping into the vast underground hall.

One final gate: the alchemy detector.

Avia passed—no alarm.

Selina stepped forward—stopped.

“Miss, remove your veil.”

Avia nodded. Selina unveiled.

The inspector blinked, then smiled. “Your relation to Lady #7?”

“My sister,” Avia emphasized.

The man hesitated—three princesses only—then understood. Assimilation “sister.”

“Apologies for the delay. All your bids tonight: 10% off.”

Masks handed over—breath and aura concealed.

Avia leaned close, fingers interlaced. “Our stage now.”

Selina squeezed back, playing the obedient sister.