Journey to Godhood Begins in Frieren

Shichen looked at Yami.

"Yami, do you want to take a bath with us?"

"No need." Yami refused decisively.

"Aw, if we don't bathe together, how can we get closer?"

"You're just having dirty thoughts—don't think I don't know." Yami's face stayed blank.

"Injustice! Lala's right here; what could I do?"

"You're not even allowed to look!"

"Sigh… You're a maid who doesn't care about her master at all," Shichen shook his head.

"You're not my master… and I hate pervy people."

"You're so cute—what am I supposed to do?"

"Uh…" Yami blushed. "D‑Don't you already have Lala?"

"The more, the merrier."

Yami stared at him coldly.

"A‑hem. Well, if you don't like it, forget it. We'll go bathe first."

Shichen picked Lala up in a bridal carry and headed upstairs.

"Yami, really not coming?" Lala hung on his neck and called back over his shoulder.

"No." Yami shook her head flatly.

"Okay—next time, then."

"Mm."

Yami didn't seem to mind.

She watched them disappear upstairs, then turned to the TV showing Anime, zoning out a little.

Her thoughts wandered on their own, imagining what those two might do.

They were an engaged couple, already living together. Shichen was obviously that pervy and totally shameless—who knew what they'd done already?

Given the talk of "tails" and "hands," it had to be really indecent!

Before she could picture anything clearly, Yami was already fidgety; her cheeks grew red, her body oddly hot.

No—stop day‑dreaming!

She forced herself to keep watching the boring anime. Surprisingly, she calmed down.

She stopped picturing Shichen and Lala and rested on the sofa, peaceful—though something inside her still felt strange.

…

In the bathroom

Shichen had stripped and stepped into the tub.

As usual he swam at will—diving, floating, openly showing everything.

Leaning on the edge, he soaked in hot water while admiring the view.

Young girls are wonderful—soft, tender, perfect.

Youthful softness is a man's greatest temptation.

…

"Shichen, what are you doing?" Lala faced him curiously.

She was no longer shy; after countless shared baths—tails twined, bodies touched—she was used to it.

"Come here," Shichen said in a low voice.

"And then?" Lala leaned to the edge, her head level with his thighs.

"Stand up."

"Eh? Stand up?" Confused, Lala stood.

"Good—hold it." The moment she rose a little from the water, Shichen stopped her.

"What for?" she asked. Shichen said nothing; he caught her hand and let her feel his heartbeat.

"Hmm?" Lala tilted her head, puzzled.

Still silent, he pressed her shoulders, leaning her forward.

"Like this…"

"There's even that?!" Lala rubbed both sides of her ribs, eyes wide.

"Heh‑heh, keep going~"

Propping himself up behind, Shichen leaned back, stared at the steamy ceiling, and closed his eyes.

Every now and then, it shouldn't just be the arms getting squeezed.

…

"Yami-sama…" Peke flew over and sat beside her.

"Peke? Why'd you come?"

"I couldn't stay in there." Peke answered awkwardly.

"Really?" Yami blinked.

"Yami-sama, don't let Shichen-sama charm you."

"Eh? Why?"

"Shichen-sama is wonderful, but also… not so wonderful…" Peke trailed off.

"Because he's pervy?" Yami asked.

"Not exactly… more like he's a flirt."

"A flirt?"

"Mm‑hmm. He already has Lala-sama, but he still goes after other girls."

"Goes after girls? You mean me?" Yami pointed at herself.

"No, not you, Yami-sama—there's a girl on this planet named Yui Kotegawa, his classmate."

"He chases others too?"

"Not just that; Lala-sama even acts like it's fine… She's way too naïve."

"But isn't Shichen heir to the Deviluke throne? Isn't he allowed any number of women?"

"Even so… he shouldn't be so blatant." Peke complained.

"Isn't that normal for men? Besides, Shichen's so strong."

"Huh? Yami-sama, why are you defending him?" Peke stared.

"Eh?" Yami froze—then caught herself.

"Yami-sama, don't tell me you—"

"N‑No way!" Yami's face turned red.

"Ahh, what do we do?" Peke sighed—hardly robotic at all.

"What's the problem? Just don't mind it," Yami said, puzzled.

"It's more than that. Lala-sama's mother hates that stuff," Peke explained.

"Lala's mother… the Queen of Deviluke?"

"Right. Otherwise, why would her father have only one wife?"

"Oh, I see… But isn't that good? If her mother disapproves, Shichen couldn't stay with Lala, and you wouldn't worry about him flirting," Yami said.

"That still won't do." Peke shook her head hard.

"Why?"

"Shichen-sama has practically eaten Lala-sama up already—teaching her R‑rated things every day. She can't leave him."

"R‑rated things?!" Yami panicked.

"Yami-sama, you don't know, Shichen-sama, he—"

"Stop!" Yami cut Peke off.

"Huh?" Peke blinked.

"I‑I don't want to hear it. I hate lewd stuff." Yami turned to the TV, dead serious.

"Then you must hold firm, Yami-sama. Don't let Shichen-sama lure you, or he'll do lewd things to you every day."

Yami pursed her lips—mind in chaos; she could no longer focus on the TV.

No one knew how long had passed when Shichen came downstairs alone in pajamas.

"Shichen-sama," Peke greeted.

"Mhm. Lala's asleep. Go recharge, too."

"I know." Peke flew upstairs.

Shichen sat beside Yami.

"W‑What do you want?" Startled, Yami slid two seats away.

Shichen's brow twitched. "What are you doing?"

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