Chapter 225: Flimsy Excuses

Nyx stood frozen in the doorway, her mind struggling to process what her eyes were seeing.

In all her decades of life—through wars and peace, through joy and sorrow, through every scandal and secret the village had ever produced she had never been this shocked. Not once.

Sure, just yesterday she had caught a glimpse of Luca and Leona in a rather intimate position, but she had brushed it off as something wholesome, something warm and cute.

Two lonely souls finding comfort in each other, fostering feelings that might blossom into something sweet.

She had even teased them about it going deeper, but she had never truly believed her own words. It was all just playful banter, a little sisterly jab to lighten the mood.

But who would have thought those teasing words would turn out to be prophetic?

Luca had actually dragged her proud, stoic older sister straight into bed and left her like this—completely naked, vulnerable, sitting in the middle of a rumpled mess of sheets stained with unmistakable evidence of passion.

Leona looked like a startled squirrel caught out in the cold, eyes wide and teary, cheeks burning with embarrassment as she tried to cover herself with trembling hands.

The sight twisted something deep inside Nyx’s chest.

She couldn’t even tease her right now. Normally, no matter how dire the situation, Nyx was the playful, cheeky one, always ready with a witty remark or a mischievous grin.

But this…this was completely different.

This was her older sister. The woman she had looked up to for so many years, the one she still admired with all her heart even after their relationship had grown strained.

No matter what had happened between them, Nyx had never stopped seeing Leona as that strong, proud figure who held the village together.

So, to suddenly see her like this—messy, flushed, marked with the clear signs of a wild night felt painful. Frustrating. Almost like she wanted to storm out right now and punch Luca square in the gut for treating her beloved sister in such a way.

A heavy headache throbbed behind her temples.

She rubbed her forehead with a groan, forcing herself to stay calm.

Still, she needed to know exactly what was going on here. How had things escalated this far?

So, she forced a smile onto her face, though it came out strained and tight, her voice deliberately casual as she tried to keep things from exploding.

“So…Leona.” She began, drawing out the name a little too long. “Would you mind telling me what exactly is going on here?”

Leona shivered.

“It’s already so late. We should be sleeping in our OWN beds, in our OWN rooms, in our OWN houses.” She leaned down, lifting one of Leona’s discarded dresses with her foot. “But instead, you’re here. Naked. In the Hero’s bed.”

“Would you mind enlightening me about that?”

Leona jumped like she had been shocked. Her mouth opened and closed several times, and then, with the desperate energy of a woman about to drown, she latched onto the first excuse that came to mind.

“I came here to work with Luca!”

Nyx’s eyebrow rose.

“…Work?” She repeated flatly.

“Yes! Work!” Leona nodded frantically. “There were…affairs. Village affairs that I needed to discuss with him. And it went on too long, so we…we spent the night. Doing work. Together. For the village.”

She was babbling now, her words tumbling over each other.

“For the village.” She repeated. “All for the village. Nothing else!”

Nyx’s eyebrow twitched. She pointed directly at her sister’s bare form, voice still trying to sound light but cracking with disbelief.

“Then why exactly are you completely naked right now, my dear sister? Is that part of the official greeting protocol these days?”

Leona’s mind raced.

“T-That’s because it’s so hot tonight! It was incredibly sweaty, and I just couldn’t hold myself back. I ended up taking all my clothes off to cool down, that’s all!”

Nyx’s finger moved to the bed. “And why is the bed such a mess? All those…wet spots?”

Leona looked down at the puddle of liquid she was sitting in—the evidence of her own release, still glistening in the lamplight and wanted to die.

“That’s…water. Spilled water! I forgot to wipe it up, but I’ll do it right now!”

She frantically swiped her hand through the puddle, only to feel the unmistakable sticky thickness of something that was definitely not water. Her face somehow got even redder.

Nyx smiled sweetly, the picture of innocence.

“Oh? Then why exactly do you have all these marks on you? Bite marks here and there, hickeys all over your beautiful breasts…”

She gestured toward Leona’s chest, where the evidence was impossible to ignore.

“And why is your ass completely red right now? It’s practically glowing like a neon sign.”

Leona squeaked and quickly covered her butt with both hands, but Nyx wasn’t finished. She pointed lower still.

“And why exactly is some liquid still leaking out from your secret garden?”

Seeing that Nyx had even seen her sopping wet pussy, Leona felt like she wanted to jump straight out of the tree house and plummet to her death. The embarrassment was suffocating.

But she couldn’t give in. Forcing another shaky smile, she stammered,

“T-That’s because of mosquitoes! There are insects all over the place tonight, and they were biting me everywhere!”

Nyx’s smile didn’t waver. “And the liquid leaking out of your—”

“I PEED MYSELF, OKAY?!” Leona screamed, her voice cracking. “I peed myself! That’s all! Nothing else! Just pee!”

Even as the ridiculous words left her mouth, Leona cringed internally, hoping against hope that her little sister would let it slide just this once.

Unfortunately, Nyx’s smile finally faded. She looked at Leona with a deep frown, arms crossed over her lingerie-clad chest.

“Do you really expect me to believe that, Leona? Do you honestly think your little sister is that dumb?”

“After everything we’ve been through, you’re going to sit there and tell me mosquitoes and spilled water and…peeing yourself…explain all of this?”

Leona had nothing left. Her excuses were exhausted. her dignity was shattered.

She dropped her head, hugging her knees to her chest, looking so small and vulnerable and utterly defeated that Nyx felt her heart crack.

The worst part was couldn’t tease her. She couldn’t joke.

She couldn’t do anything but stand there, equally flustered, equally overwhelmed, wishing she could pinch Luca a hundred times for putting her sister in this state.

Neither of them spoke. They just looked away from each other, two sisters trapped in a moment of mutual, excruciating embarrassment.

But just when the tension felt like it couldn’t get any worse, the sound of more footsteps echoed from the hallway once again, heading straight for the room.

Both women tensed immediately. Leona’s eyes lit up with sudden hope—she thought it was Luca finally returning, someone she could rely on to diffuse this nightmare.

She was already preparing to jump into his embrace for protection.

Nyx, on the other hand, cracked her knuckles loudly, a dangerous glint in her eyes. She was more than ready to beat some sense into the hero for taking advantage of her sister.

But to their complete surprise, it wasn’t Luca at all.

The voice that drifted in was much more feminine, cheerful, and eerily similar to the seductive tone Nyx herself had used earlier.

“Luca!~ I’m sorry to barge in like this tonight, but it’s just that my bed is really cold right now. No matter how much I turn around in it or pile blankets all over myself, it feels like I was dropped straight into the ocean.”

She said in a voice that sounded too sly to be in actual distress.

“So…can I just sleep with you tonight? You’re definitely much warmer than any bed I’ve ever slept in. And I can help you get nice and warm too if I sleep naked with you.”

“I think that should be all right, don’t you?”

Nyx and Leona glanced at each other in dawning horror. They both knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

Leona felt even more embarrassed than before, wishing she could simply snap her own neck to escape this nightmare.

Nyx, however, managed an amused little smile despite everything, already anticipating the chaos.

And then the person in question jumped into the room with a big, expectant smile on her face.

It was Luna herself, dressed in a revealing nightdress almost identical to Nyx’s—thin fabric that clung to her curves, showing off her beautiful ass and leaving her nipples visibly pointed against the material.

She had slipped out of a robe just before entering, clearly planning a night of passion and pleasure with Luca. Her expression was bright and hopeful, already imagining the warmth and intimacy ahead.

But the moment she properly looked into the room, it was as if she had been dropped into an ice-cold pond.

Luca wasn’t there.

Instead, to her utter horror, her Auntie Nyx was staring at her with a knowing smile, and most shocking of all—her own mother was sitting there!

That too completely naked, covering herself hastily with a blanket, looking messy and flushed from head to toe.

As someone who had shared her own passionate moments with Luca, Luna knew exactly what kind of night her mother had just experienced.

The realization hit her like a thunderbolt. Her whole world seemed to spin, dizziness washing over her as if everything she knew was crumbling apart.

Still, curiosity won out over the shock. She straightened up with an exaggerated look of disbelief on her face, like she was trapped in some impossible dream.

Pointing dramatically at both women, she cried out,

“M-Mother! Auntie Nyx! You two—why are you here?! Why are you in Luca’s room right now?”

“And why in the world do you look naughty succubuses who are trying to seduce Luca, instead of the noble and dignified elves you’re supposed to be?!”

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