Mel's Responsibility

In the iceberg beauty's embrace, Mel's breathing became even once more. His spirit had not fully recovered yet, and he needed to rest properly for a while longer.

Naturally, he would not come to despise an iceberg beauty who had given him her first time. That would be far too hypocritical—having his cake and complaining about it too.

The problem was that none of his first experiences so far had happened while he was conscious. It left him with a certain sense of frustration.

Another week passed. Mel woke against the iceberg beauty's fragrant shoulder. He did not think he was such a lecherous man; otherwise, the moment he saw Fisia, he should have torn open the package and dug in.

Fisia Darian was practically a replica of [Sirius | Azure Waves and Green Clouds]. Who did not love big breasts? Yet he simply did not feel much about them.

"You're awake?"

"Mm, I've been awake for a while." Mel was still deeply puzzled. He simply could not understand why.

Why could this woman, Elena, go this far?

He had no clue. Logically speaking, it made no sense at all.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Sister, may I come in?"

"You may."

With Elena's permission, Fisia walked in. The moment she saw Mel, she was not surprised in the slightest. She had long guessed this would be the outcome.

"Mel, can you explain?"

"What do I need to explain?" Mel sat cross-legged on the bed. He did not know what he was supposed to explain either, but a man under another's roof had no choice but to bow his head.

The fact that they knew he was here and had not reported him already was an enormous favor.

Elena had once merely liked a commoner. Now,