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The next day, early in the morning.

The first reaction when someone wakes up is to immediately turn their head and look to the side.

There is no long pendulum with elegant lines, no howling cold wind, and no dense rain.

This was no longer the pavilion in the mountains and lakes. He returned to his bedroom and rested his head on a more practical pillow.

Some people can’t figure out the priority of dreams within dreams.

But at least it is reality at the moment. The light screen hanging high is acting as an alarm clock, playing high-pitched and passionate music.

Regardless of whether you are hot-blooded or not, when the alarm clock rings, it can only raise your blood pressure.

He subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to touch the noisy light screen in mid-air, but he felt the soreness running through his arms like an electric current, just like the pulse diagram when Sian Westan was activated, stopping his movements.

What's going on... Oh, that meal last night...

When he realized this, he finally returned to reality from the hangover-like mental lag.

Of course, he also knew that he had only had one drink in reality.

The dizziness at the moment was more of an illusion brought about by a dream, which quickly dissipated after feeling the soreness in his arm.

I can practice pull-ups all night and I won’t be so sore...

So the child’s body is really...

He was worried about his physical foundation in childhood.

Turning off the alarm clock with his claws built with magic power, he activated the internal camera function. Looking at his fifteen or sixteen-year-old appearance, the young man Omo turned off the alarm clock with a twitch of his lips. He immediately saw a document that was obviously specially set. The memo pops up with pop-up window logic.

It almost takes up the entire screen, but there are only a few Tom Yam characters.

【Beware of women! 】

"..."

Do you still need to say it? So kids are really... teenagers sighing at the nonsense of childhood.

The magic claw calmly closed the memo pop-up window, and Omo looked at the automated clothes rack aside. Before giving the clothing selection order, he heard the sound of banging on the door coming from the light screen that appeared next to the door.

At the same time, there was a cry from the girl at the door: Little snake! Little snake, are you awake? Why is the door locked? "

Did he actually lock the door... If his hand was fine, Omer would have to raise his hand to support his forehead.

Although the magic hand can also be simulated, why should such habitual movements be superfluous? He's not that showy either.

So he could only sigh, and after sighing, he said "Entsperren/unlock" towards the door from a distance.

The door itself was flashing with several intertwined lines, and at the same time as it was extinguished, it was pushed open by the girl with a collision-like momentum.

The two sharp claws suspended next to Omo were both guarding their master in a staggered posture.

"This is too much! Little snake! You actually locked your girlfriend out of the door!" The visitor was so aggressive that the operation of equipping only a pair of pajamas only strengthened her momentum, making the young man have to turn his head.

"Bedroom door."

Although the huge treasure chest is fascinating, the boy still maintains his sanity and is still trying to correct the other person's words.

But for this girl, this correction is probably meaningless.

"What bedroom door? Shouldn't couples share a bedroom?"

Queshi, but there seems to be something wrong.

While the young man was still thinking, he felt an indescribable aura approaching.

What kind of smell is that?

It was a mixture of two light aromas mixed with a strong aroma of alcohol, a scent that directly outputted to the demon's taste nerves.

It almost made him tense up instantly. He immediately understood why he locked the door last night, and at this moment, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his nose.

"Well…"

However, the hardware was abnormally unsupported, which made him let out a slight groan, which immediately attracted the other party's concern: "Hey, hey, don't move your hands, little snake."

She sat close to him, grabbed Omer's hands, and covered the pain-stricken intuition with some warmth and softness.

It also made the young man who had just lowered his head face the ravine in front of him.

"...Aren't you dizzy?" he asked.

I feel quite dizzy.

"I'm dizzy, and so is Raccoon Sauce. I'm still wondering if Little Snake has made sobering soup or something... Little Snake, are you drinking too?"

As she asked, she stood up, ran to the door again and squatted down. From Omer's angle, she could see some edges and corners on the door, which looked like a medicine box of office specifications. "Why should I secretly drink by myself after your drinking party?"

"That's right, little snake, do you remember the layout of this medicine box? It looks so complicated."

He really remembers it.

"On the second floor and third column in the direction of the buckles, there are ointments specifically designed to deal with excessive exercise like mine. After all, this is a mercenary-standard medicine box..."

As he spoke, his eyes subconsciously looked towards the other party.

The back view seems to be as generous as she said. It is a specially designed little pajama that clearly references the vertical-painted pajamas style during the Azur Lane collaboration. Even with the back turned, it seems to show off the beauty of the back shoulder blades and the arc of the chest.

Let him look in front of him subconsciously - the thickness of the autumn quilt can temporarily hide the second child's judgment.

The physiological phenomenon of getting up early + intuitive picture stimulation, this is a trial.

The devil is having a fierce struggle in his heart, which is manifested in the fact that the angel told him that he should meet his girlfriend's expectations. The other party is completely deliberately seducing, and to obey is to be good to her.

And the devil is shouting that he cannot surrender because he is being tempted, this is a trap!

Now that I can't even lift my hands, if I step into the trap, I'm at the mercy of the other party!

But don’t you still have the hand of the mage? ! The angel shouted, although he had no idea how this thing appeared in the heart of a half-demon...?

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The devil suddenly realized this and kicked the angel through with a knight's kick.

So a bunch of monsters and terrifying robots gathered around and applauded the devil, oh, so many things.

"Hey! It looks like it's for external application." The girl, who had no idea that the boy had already acted out a demon-man showdown in his mind, sat close to him with the ointment in hand, "Little snake, don't move yet, ah... you need to Why don’t you take a shower first and then apply the medicine?”

She sniffed, as if she suddenly realized that everyone probably skipped the washing session last night.

Isn’t it a bit silly to wash and apply the medicine again after applying it?

"It's just an arm, it's not necessary."

"It doesn't matter, I just wash my face and rinse my mouth."

"Take a bath!" The girl slapped her hands on the edge of the bed, raising her head and staring closely at the boy's delicate expression, "You must be clean, little snake."

"Your job is to get in touch with a group of beautiful girls!"

You won’t smell good after sweating after exercising... Unless they used some messy chemicals... It’s not like Omer doesn’t know that the division of contemporary cosmetics is extremely complicated, and many of them even directly cross the line in terms of function.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower," the boy with two mage hands raised in a gesture of surrender said expressionlessly, "but I can do it myself."

"Eh--!"

Miss Akane's disappointed voice didn't seem to hide her intentions at all.

"Okay then, do you want me to help you up, little snake?"

"I don't think I'll... bother you."

After catching a glimpse of the other party's swirling eyes, the young man who was used to keeping a distance finally did not continue to refuse.

"Oh, little snake is just too polite. It's obviously what you should be doing."

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Eight minutes later, after repeatedly confirming the cognitive interference and space reinforcement techniques on the bathroom door, the boy finally stepped into the warm bath.

He looked up at the light screen that showed less than an hour of free time and sighed.

A lot of time was wasted, and it was inconvenient to make breakfast, so everyone had to take it out or take it out at the roadside.

It's almost time for me to go to work, so Akane's class time should be...

Thinking of this, the devil's claws beside him had already risen, trying to type a message on the light screen to remind him to use the street transmission system, or to directly ask the Witch Beast to give him a ride.

Anyway, it is too late to send it yourself. Unless you are prepared to deduct all the points on your driver's license, whether it is speeding, running a light, or grabbing the front of the car with a mage's hand, it is an illegal operation.

As for the more direct transmission... I hope Tachyon can honestly hand over his card box...

Worrying about the trials he would have to go through when going to Treison, Omo sighed again, but heard a sudden pull on the door.

And his eyes widened as he watched the bathroom stall door, which should have been unable to be moved, be completely opened.

"Little snake~ Do you want to take a bath together~? I'll rub your back!"

"..."

The young man felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

Tips for Omer: As a child, Omer was extremely indifferent, while as a teenager, Omer was extremely borderline, habitually maintaining the most comfortable social distance.

At the same time, it is also the one with the most inner drama, focusing on self-pull (for details, please refer to the online exchanges with Shinji Rei and Aimu Orihime)

This wave can be regarded as Shinjou Akane and the others making it more difficult for themselves.