Ark Simulator, Aren't I Intangible? Chapter 513

This thought, like a wildfire, was difficult to extinguish once it was ignited. Enya held her sister's hand, unconsciously tightening her grip, her knuckles even turning slightly white from the force. But the smile on her face remained gentle, though the joy didn't seem to fully reach her eyes.

The fire still burned warmly, illuminating the two sisters' huddled figures, and also the "duo" on the other side, their silent "confrontation" and subtle interaction palpable. The air in the bedchamber seemed to stagnate, and... subtly surge, because of these intertwined, complex, and unfathomable gazes.

Outside the window, the darkest hour before dawn is slowly passing. On the eastern horizon, the pale light is expanding, struggling to tear through the thick clouds.

The firelight was warm and constant, but the air inside the bedchamber seemed to have become somewhat... viscous, somewhat indescribably tense, because of those intertwined gazes, some bright and some dim, and those silent yet perceptible subtle movements—kneading earlobes and stroking the lower back.

Enya (the Saintess) held her younger sister Ensia Silverash's hand, feeling the genuine warmth and slight trembling of a loved one in her palm. She listened as her sister, with a slightly choked yet joyful voice, recounted the trivialities of the manor, the newly blooming flowers in the greenhouse, and her endless longing for her older sister. Her gaze gently fell on Ensia Silverash's face, trying to pour all her attention and love into this precious treasure she had lost and found.

However, reason is one thing, instinct is another.

Out of the corner of her eye, as if drawn by an invisible magnet, she would involuntarily drift to the other side of the bedchamber, to the figure of the silver-haired boy being held in Yela's arms in a manner that was both "imprisoned" and "teasing."

She could clearly see Yela's cool fingers lingering on Su Rui's sensitive animal ears with a casual yet unusually persistent rhythm, kneading the furry ear tips and scratching the sensitive inner earlobes. She could see Su Rui's body trembling slightly from the continuous, inescapable stimulation, and the alluring (in Enya's eyes) blush spreading from her earlobes down her neck and even below her collarbone. She could see Su Rui's tightly bitten lower lip, her brows furrowed slightly as she suppressed her discomfort, and the occasional, almost inaudible, trembling groan that escaped from deep within her throat.

What truly fueled the subtle emotions in Enya's heart was Su Rui's reaction.

He did not show any strong resistance. Although his body was stiff, his expression was awkward, and his ear tips and tail (corresponding parts) twitched uncontrollably due to the stimulation, he did not really try to break free from Yela's "imprisonment". In fact, when Yela's fingers gently scratched the inside of his most sensitive ear, his unconsciously twitching ear tips, trying to shake off the touch, would occasionally brush against Yela's beautifully shaped jawline and neck.

It was a kind of... almost dependent, subtle, unconscious intimacy.

This realization, like the finest icicle, silently pierced a soft corner of Enya's heart that she herself hadn't fully noticed. It brought a subtle yet exceptionally clear bitterness and... a kind of indescribable displeasure, akin to the invasion of her "territory."

Is that how Su Rui is with Lady Yela? Is he... so obedient, even... unconsciously close to her?

Clearly... he would feel guilty for not returning home last night, feel embarrassed by her displeasure (even crouching down to defend himself), clumsily comfort his crying sister, and risk taking people up the mountain for her request... but it seems he has never shown such... such a passive, yet strangely "indulgent" (though forced) demeanor in front of her.

Is it because of Lady Yela's status? Because she is a deity, the embodiment of the ancient will of this land, that Su Rui dares not defy her? Or is it because of... something else?

Chaotic thoughts, like tangled vines, grew wildly in Enya's heart. She held her sister's hand, unconsciously tightening it a little, even making Ensia Silverash feel a little uncomfortable. She looked up at her sister in confusion.

"Sister?" Ensia Silverash called softly, her eyes filled with concern. She also noticed that her sister seemed a little absent-minded, her gaze always drifting towards Su Rui. Moreover, although her sister's smile was still gentle, it seemed... not as bright as before? In her eyes, there seemed to be a trace of complex emotions that she couldn't understand.

Enya was pulled back to her senses by her sister's call. She quickly loosened her grip and gave Ensia Silverash an apologetic, gentle smile, "It's okay, Ensia. I was just... a little distracted. Please continue, I'm listening."

But her gaze, once again, uncontrollably drifted towards Su Rui.

This time, she happened to see that Yela's hand, which had been resting on Su Rui's lower back near his tailbone, seemed to have moved down a little, and her fingertips even seemed to brush against the small area at the end of Su Rui's tailbone, corresponding to the base of his tail.

"Ugh--!"

Su Rui's body trembled violently! A clearer, more suppressed groan, a mixture of excitement and shame, finally broke through his clenched teeth, sounding exceptionally clear in the silent bedchamber. He felt as if all his strength had been drained in an instant; his already stiff body went even further, almost completely leaning against Yela. His cheeks were as red as ripe berries, even his neck and collarbone were flushed with an alluring blush, and you could even see the tiny veins beneath his skin, their flow accelerated by excitement. He kept his eyes tightly shut, his long eyelashes trembling violently like startled butterfly wings, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

This intense reaction not only caused Yela's usually calm and unwavering golden eyes to flicker almost imperceptibly (as if she found Su Rui's "intense" reaction somewhat... amusing?), but also caused Ensia Silverash, who had been secretly observing the situation, to widen her eyes in surprise, her mouth slightly agape, and two red clouds quickly rose to her cheeks—good heavens! Where did Lady Yela touch Su Rui?! Such a strong reaction?!

And Enya...

The instant I witnessed Su Rui's intense reaction, so intense it was filled with a sense of forced acceptance yet strangely alluring; the moment I heard his suppressed, trembling groan; the moment I caught the almost imperceptible, almost playful, shift in Yela's eyes—

The string of "reason" in Enya's heart finally snapped with a "bang".

A mixture of bitterness, displeasure, possessiveness, and a hint of competitive mentality—a feeling she herself was unaware of—flamed up like wildfire, instantly engulfing her chest and clouding her judgment.

She wasn't even aware of what she had done.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already let go of Ensia Silverash's hand and abruptly stood up from the soft couch. The movement was so sudden that it even knocked over the cushion next to her, which rolled onto the carpet with a dull thud.

This sudden commotion instantly shattered the somewhat "eerie" balance within the bedchamber.

Yela paused slightly as she massaged Su Rui's ears. Her golden eyes calmly turned to Enya, who had suddenly stood up, her gaze devoid of emotion, only quiet and carrying a barely perceptible sense of "waiting" as she looked at her.

The sudden noise also jolted Su Rui back to his senses, struggling to shake off the confusion and shame that had been constantly assaulted. He opened his eyes slightly, his eyelashes still glistening with tiny, physiological tears from the stimulation. His vision was blurry as he looked at Enya, who had suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with a mixture of bewilderment and lingering, watery embarrassment.

Ensia Silverash was completely stunned. She looked up at her sister, who had suddenly stood up. Her expression remained gentle, but a thin layer of frost had settled between her brows, and her eyes had become unusually bright (even sharp). Encia was filled with immense confusion and... a faint, ominous premonition. Sister... what's wrong?

Enya ignored her sister's surprised gaze, and also didn't look at Yela's calm, expressionless stare. Her gaze, like two red-hot irons, was firmly and relentlessly fixed on Su Rui. It was fixed on his flushed, tear-streaked face, filled with confusion and embarrassment; it was fixed on his slightly open collarbone, revealing his delicate collarbone; it was fixed on the tips of his animal ears, which were slightly red and even a little damp from Yela's "playing" with them.

Then, before anyone (Su Rui, Yela, Ensia Silverash) could react—

Enya took a step.

She didn't even look where she was going; she simply walked quickly straight towards where Su Rui and Yela were. Her steps lacked the usual elegance and composure of a saint's walk; instead, they carried an undeniable, almost aggressive air. Her skirt rustled softly on the carpet with each step.

As Su Rui watched Enya suddenly stride towards him, and saw the complex expression on her face—a mixture of gentleness and a certain assertiveness he had never seen before—alarm bells rang in his mind! He wanted to back away, to dodge, but his body was "imprisoned" by Yela, and he couldn't move at all. He could only watch helplessly as Enya, like a goddess descended to earth to "capture" a disobedient servant (or rather, to "snatch" him?), quickly arrived in front of him.

The distance instantly shrank to the point where you could hear each other's breath.

Enya didn't even glance at Yela, as if Yela's arms around Su Rui's waist and her hand on his shoulder were just air. She simply stretched out her hands, her movements swift and decisive, yet with an irresistible force, and grabbed Su Rui's arms.

Then, pull hard!

Yela's arm around Su Rui's waist seemed to loosen almost imperceptibly, or perhaps she tacitly approved of Enya's actions? In any case, under Yela's seemingly casual but actually firm "restraint," Su Rui was actually "pulled" out of Yela's arms by Enya's sudden, "brute force" (relatively speaking) pull!

Su Rui staggered, nearly losing his balance, as his body suddenly lost its support (Yela's arm). But Enya's hand, gripping his arm, was unusually strong, firmly supporting him. Then, in an almost "claiming sovereignty" gesture, she pulled him... towards herself, and then, opening her arms, she tightly embraced the still somewhat dazed Su Rui.

This embrace was completely different from Yela's, which was full of control and teasing. Enya's embrace was warm and soft, carrying her unique, cool and gentle herbal scent, and an undeniable, protective and possessive strength. She held him tightly, as if trying to meld Su Rui into her body, her chin resting on the top of Su Rui's head, her arms around his back, and one hand even unconsciously stroking the back of Su Rui's head, her fingertips running through his silver hair, gently caressing him with a soothing yet somewhat declarative meaning.

Su Rui: "...???"

Volume 18, Chapter 1240: Ensia Silverash Doesn't Want to Miss Out

Su Rui was completely stunned. Her brain had completely shut down due to this series of unexpected events. One moment she was being "harassed" by Yela from all sides, so ashamed that she wanted to disappear on the spot, and the next moment, Enya "snatched" her from Yela's arms in an almost "stealing" manner, and then held her tightly?

What... what is all this?!

He could clearly feel the warmth and softness of Enya's embrace, smell her reassuring scent, and sense the undeniable strength in her hold, and... a faint, almost imperceptible tremor? Was it excitement? Or... something else?

Su Rui stiffened as Enya held him, unsure of what to do with his hands, which hung limply at his sides. His cheeks still held the flushed red from Yela's earlier "harassment," and now, held tightly in Enya's arms, her scent filling his nostrils, the blush seemed to deepen. He raised his head slightly, trying to see Enya's expression, but his view was blocked by her soft silver hair and delicate jawline.

Yela, after Enya "stole" Su Rui away, didn't seem to have any particular reaction. She simply slowly withdrew her hands from Su Rui's waist and shoulders. Then, she turned her head slightly, her calm, golden eyes quietly looking at Enya, who was tightly holding Su Rui, and the bewildered, helpless silver-haired boy in her arms.

Her face remained expressionless, as if what had just been "snatched" wasn't a "toy" she'd been "teasing" for so long, but merely a snowflake that had fallen by chance. But her gaze lingered for a moment on Enya's arm, which was tightly embracing Su Rui. Then, almost imperceptibly, a tiny, almost invisible curve appeared at the corner of her mouth. That curve vanished in an instant, as quickly as an illusion.

She didn't speak or make any other move. She just stood there quietly, as if waiting for something, or perhaps simply enjoying the sudden "drama" starring Enya.

Ensia Silverash was completely stunned. Her mouth was agape, her eyes wide, as she looked at her brother Su Rui, who was being held tightly in her sister's arms, then at Lady Yela, who stood quietly to the side as if it were none of her business, and finally, her gaze fell back on her sister's gentle face, which seemed to be covered by a thin layer of ice. Her heart was filled with tremendous shock and... an increasingly strong sense of excitement called "gossip"!

Good heavens! My sister actually... snatched Su Rui from Lady Yela's arms?! And she's holding him so tightly! Lady Yela isn't angry? She didn't stop her?! Is this... the legendary "battleground"?! Although it seems like only my sister is causing this "battle"?

Ensia Silverash felt her heart pounding wildly with excitement and curiosity. She even temporarily forgot that she was a "guest" who had "smuggled" herself up the mountain, and she forgot the urgency of time. She just wanted to keep her eyes wide open and not miss a single detail!

Enya held Su Rui tightly, as if only in this way could she confirm his presence and dispel the strange and bittersweet emotions that arose in her heart from seeing him "intimate" with Yela. She could feel Su Rui's stiffness and bewilderment, and the burning heat of his cheek against her neck. This heat seemed to calm the inexplicable anxiety and bitterness in her heart, but another, more complex emotion quietly began to grow.

She loosened her grip slightly, but still didn't completely let go of Su Rui. She lowered her head, looking at Su Rui's obsidian-like eyes, which were slightly moist with confusion and embarrassment, and the lingering blush on his face. Unconsciously, her fingers moved from the back of Su Rui's head to his cheek, her fingertips carrying a slightly cool body temperature, gently brushing across his burning skin, and across his slightly swollen, still moist lips.

This gesture carries an undisguised sense of intimacy and possessiveness.

Su Rui's body trembled almost imperceptibly again at the touch of Enya's fingertips. He looked into Enya's brown eyes, so close to his own, filled with complex emotions (gentleness, strength, a hint of barely perceptible bitterness, and something deeper that he couldn't understand). He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Just then--

Yela, who had been standing quietly to the side, suddenly moved.

She didn't try to "steal" Su Rui from her again, nor did she make any aggressive or competitive moves. She simply took a small step forward, as naturally as possible, closing the distance between herself and Enya and Su Rui.

Then, under the somewhat bewildered gaze of Enya and the even more confused gaze of Su Rui—

Yela extended his hand.

One of her hands, very naturally, just as Enya had held Su Rui, gently wrapped around Su Rui's waist (intersecting with Enya's arm, but not interfering with it). Her other hand, as before, rested lightly on Su Rui's shoulder.

In this way, Su Rui was completely "surrounded". In front of him was Enya, who was holding him tightly with her fingertips still on his cheek, and behind and to the side was Yela, who was gently embracing him with a cold and vast aura. He was like a poor pastry being baked by two furnaces (although Yela was an "ice furnace"), trapped in the middle, unable to move.

Enya looked at Yela's actions, which were almost "acquiescing" and implied "joining in," and her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. However, she did not loosen her arms around Su Rui; instead, she tightened them a little, as if silently declaring: I hugged her first.

Yela's golden eyes calmly met Enya's gaze, her face still expressionless. But the fingertips of her hand, which was wrapped around Su Rui's waist, seemed to move slightly unintentionally, brushing against the fabric of Su Rui's waist and bringing a slightly itchy sensation.

Su Rui: "..." He felt his brain had completely crashed due to the information overload and this extremely bizarre situation. He was caught between a wolf (Enya) in front, a tiger (Yela) behind, and now he was stuck in the middle... What was going on?!

However, that's not all.

Enya seemed to be stirred by Yela's "tacit acceptance" and felt a deeper, more subtle competitive spirit (or rather, a delicate reluctance to have her "exclusivity" broken) that she herself was unaware of. She looked at Yela's calm and expressionless face, then at Su Rui in her arms, who was completely bewildered, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wet, and looked as pitiful as if she were at someone's mercy. Suddenly, a thought arose in her mind.

She was no longer satisfied with just hugging.

She wrapped her arm around Su Rui's, adjusted her posture slightly, and then, leading Su Rui, slowly moved a few steps toward the large, soft low couch next to them.

Yela seemed to understand her intention and did not stop her, but moved along with her movements, always maintaining that "pincer attack" posture.

Finally, the three of them "froze" in an extremely bizarre yet inexplicably harmonious pose by the low couch.

Enya sat down on the low couch first, but still didn't let go of Su Rui. She gestured (or rather, half-forced) Su Rui to turn to the side, and then gently pulled Su Rui to lie down on her side.

Instead of lying on the low couch, he... lay on his side on Enya's legs, which were pressed together.

Su Rui: "!!!" He widened his eyes suddenly, trying to struggle to sit up, but Enya's hand was already gently but undeniably placed on his shoulder. At the same time, Yela sat down on the other side of the low couch very naturally, and then stretched out her hand.

Instead of hugging Su Rui, she... very naturally and gently pulled Su Rui's upper body towards herself, allowing him to lie on his side on their laps in a more comfortable position.

Enya's legs are warm and soft. Yela's legs are cool and supple.

Thus, in an extremely "humiliating" yet indescribably intimate posture, Su Rui lay on his side on Enya and Yela's laps. His head rested on Yela's lap (he could feel the cool touch and the soft fabric of her robe), while his upper body leaned against Enya's chest (he could feel her warm body temperature and softness). His waist was loosely encircled by Enya's arms, and his shoulders were gently supported by Yela's hand.

This pose... is simply...!

Su Rui's face was flushed crimson, almost dripping blood! He felt all the blood rush to his head, his ears burning hot, even the base of his tail was tingling slightly. He wanted to jump up immediately and escape this terrible, utterly shameful situation, but his body felt completely drained, limp and immobile. Perhaps it was because this position, though shameful, was strangely... comfortable? Or perhaps it was because of the two completely different, yet equally reassuring and irresistible auras emanating from Enya and Yela?

After "settling" Su Rui in, Enya and Yela seemed finally "satisfied".

They didn't speak again, nor did they look at each other. Enya lowered her head, her gaze gentle (though still carrying a trace of her earlier assertiveness) falling on Su Rui's profile, which was flushed with shame, his eyes tightly closed, and his eyelashes still trembling slightly. She reached out her free hand, her fingertips gently stroking Su Rui's cheek again, then slowly moving upwards to his furry, bright red animal ears, which were completely erect with extreme embarrassment.

Her movements were even gentler and more tender than Yela's earlier. Her fingertips, like feathers, lightly brushed across the sensitive earlobe, kneading the soft tip of the ear with an almost indulgent and meticulous caress.

At the same time, Yela's hand on Su Rui's shoulder moved. Her fingers slid slowly down Su Rui's shoulder to his lower back, and then, very naturally, landed on the small area at the base of Su Rui tailbone. Her touch was more "open" than before, but also more... full of a sense of exploration and "marking." Her fingertips, with that slightly cool, seemingly penetrating temperature, gently circled, pressed, and kneaded that extremely sensitive area.

In front of her, Enya gently yet possessively caressed her ears.

Behind her was Yela's cold and controlling "harassment" as she touched her tailbone.

Su Rui felt like he was going crazy! A tremendous sense of shame, mixed with an indescribable, strange sensation—a tingling, numb feeling, and a secret, pleasurable sensation—waved through his fragile nerves like a surging tide. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to escape this unbearable reality with darkness. His body trembled uncontrollably and subtly, curling up from the simultaneous onslaught of different sensations. Even more uncontrollably, a few extremely faint, trembling sobs escaped his throat, as if begging for mercy, or perhaps... something else entirely.

He could feel his cheek pressed tightly against Yela's cool, soft robe, and he could also feel the shivers that Enya's warm fingertips brought as they lingered on his sensitive earlobe. These two completely different sensations and scents intertwined and completely overwhelmed him.

Ensia Silverash, who had witnessed everything from the beginning while sitting on the low couch opposite, was now completely petrified.

Her mouth agape, her eyes wide like saucers, she stared unblinkingly at the utterly shocking scene before her. Her sister and Lady Yela, one on each side, had Su Rui lying on their laps, and then... one was rubbing his ears, the other stroking his tail (the corresponding spot)?! And Su Rui's expression—utterly ashamed, yet seemingly powerless to resist, and even faintly...enjoying it?!

Oh my god! This... this scene... is too... too exciting! It's a hundred times more exciting than the most outrageous Rhodes Island doujinshi she'd ever secretly read (which she'd also kept hidden away)! No, a thousand times more exciting!

Ensia Silverash felt her cheeks flush rapidly from the overly "adult" and "taboo" scene before her, turning as red as a boiled shrimp. She couldn't look away; her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of unbearable shyness and immense, irrepressible curiosity, and... a strange excitement.

She could even clearly see her Su Rui's pale lips, slightly parted with shame and arousal, trembling uncontrollably; she could see his long eyelashes trembling violently like butterflies in the wind, and even a few physiological, glistening tears welling up in the corners of his eyes; she could see his furry animal ears, sometimes stiffly erecting, sometimes drooping limply, under her sister's gentle kneading, the tips of his ears turning a startling red with shyness; she could even... almost imagine the indescribable stimulation brought about by Lady Yela's cool fingers "misbehaving" near his tailbone...

Ensia Silverash felt like she was suffocating. She instinctively raised her hand to cover her burning cheeks, and only through her fingers did she peek out a pair of strikingly bright blue eyes filled with curiosity, shyness, and excitement, continuing to "spy" on this rare "spectacle."

Volume 18, Chapter 1241: Nothing was seen.

Lying on his side on Enya and Yela's laps, Su Rui, who was being "sandwiched" from both sides, had his eyes tightly closed, trying to pretend he couldn't see. However, his extraordinary senses clearly captured the gaze from the other side, a gaze full of curiosity, shyness, and inquiry, as if it were real.

It's Ensia Silverash.

Su Rui's heart was once again overwhelmed by immense shame because Ensia Silverash had been "watching" him in such a humiliating state. He could even imagine that Ensia Silverash's face must be filled with surprise, curiosity, and that innocent yet cunning inquisitive light that belonged to a young girl.

Being "treated" like this by Yela and Enya is humiliating enough, but now being watched "live-streamed" by Ensia Silverash is even worse...

Su Rui felt his cheeks burning hot, as if they were about to burst into flames, and even his neck and collarbone felt like they were on fire. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, or turn back time to before he pushed open Ensia Silverash's bedroom door.

However, the reality is that he cannot move and cannot turn back time.

In the face of extreme shame and inescapable embarrassment, a near-self-destructive, ostrich-like thought suddenly popped into Su Rui's mind—

If I can't see it, it's the same as if I'm not seen.

So, under Enya's gentle kneading, Yela's icy "harassment," and Ensia Silverash's burning gaze, Su Rui closed her eyes tightly, even tighter. Then, she moved her body slightly, burying her face even deeper into the cool, soft folds of Yela's robe in a more sideways position, while also turning her back more completely towards Ensia Silverash.

It's as if she's saying: I've turned around, I can't see anything anymore, so you can't see me either (looking ashamed), right?

This childish, almost self-deceptive act of avoidance caused Enya, who was gently massaging his ear, to pause almost imperceptibly. A barely perceptible, almost helpless yet amused glint flashed in her eyes. Yela's fingers, which had been "misbehaving" near his tailbone, also seemed to pause for a moment at his movement. Her golden eyes glanced indifferently at the silver-haired boy who had buried his face between his legs, and the almost imperceptible, almost playful glint in her eyes seemed to deepen.

Only Ensia Silverash, seeing her Su Rui's adorable, self-deceiving expression of "If I can't see you, you can't see me," almost couldn't help but burst out laughing. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but her shoulders trembled slightly as she tried to suppress her laughter. Her blue eyes, peeking out from between her fingers, curved into crescents, filled with a mixture of shyness, excitement, and a "I understand" light that was about to overflow.

Inside the bedchamber, a strange yet inexplicably harmonious "peace" once again descended. The fireplace burned quietly, its warm light enveloping the peculiar four. Enya and Yela, one on each side, were like perfectly matched partners, one rubbing an ear, the other "taking care" of a tail, their movements gentle and natural, as if they were jointly tending to a rare treasure. The one being "cared for," Su Rui, buried her face in "Iceberg's" (Yela's ) arms like an ostrich, trying to escape reality. The sole "audience member," Ensia Silverash, covered her face, her shoulders trembling, her eyes sparkling as she watched this magnificent "silent drama" co-starring her sister, Lady Yela, and Su Rui.

The sky outside the window had brightened a bit more without anyone noticing. But time inside the bedchamber seemed to be frozen by this warm, eerie atmosphere, filled with some indescribable tenderness and undercurrents, flowing by exceptionally slowly.

Time flowed quietly as Enya's fingertips gently kneaded Su Rui's earlobes and Yela's cool touch, seemingly with an ancient rhythm, slowly brushed across Su Rui's sensitive area near his tailbone (corresponding to the base of his tail). Su Rui's ostrich-like strategy of "out of sight, out of mind" seemed so pale and powerless under the continuous "double offensive" of a mixture of tingling, itching, and indescribable stimulation. He closed his eyes tightly, burying his burning cheeks deeper into the cool, soft folds of Yela's robe, trying to ignore the touches coming from both front and back, and the curious and excited gaze opposite him that seemed to burn two holes in his back.

However, his body reacted with utter honesty. His animal ears, under Enya's tender yet possessive kneading, would sometimes stand up sensitively, and sometimes droop limply. The blush on the tips of his ears never faded, and even became more vivid and alluring due to the continuous stimulation. His body, too, would tremble slightly from time to time because of Yela's seemingly casual but actually precise fingertips that landed on his sensitive spots. Occasionally, a few suppressed, soft sounds, like the whimpers of a young animal, would escape from his throat, carrying unspeakable shame and a kind of secret tremor that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

Enya's gaze lingered mostly on Su Rui's flushed cheeks nestled in her arms (and on her lap), and on those furry ears that seemed to be both "tortured" and "enjoying" (an illusion!) under her fingertips. The soft touch from her fingertips, and the subtle, sensitive trembling of her earlobes, replaced the subtle bitterness and displeasure she felt because of Yela with a richer, almost possessive sense of satisfaction. Su Rui's current obedient (forced), submissive (unable to resist), and even somewhat dependent posture, curled up between her and Yela, strangely soothed some of the turbulent thoughts in Enya's heart. She even temporarily forgot the urgency of time, forgot that her sister was watching from the other side, and was simply immersed in the warm touch of Su Rui on her fingertips, and in this strange and intimate atmosphere, as if holding something precious in her arms.

Yela's expression remained calm and undisturbed. Her golden eyes, like an unfrozen ice lake, reflected the flickering firelight from the fireplace, and also reflected Su Rui's embarrassed yet powerless state. Her fingertips lingered on the sensitive area around her tailbone, her movements unhurried and deliberate, with a research-like patience, as if exploring something new and intriguing. Every slight tremor in Su Rui's body, every suppressed groan escaping her throat, seemed unable to stir the slightest ripple in her tranquil mind. Only the occasional, almost imperceptible, slight curve of her lips betrayed a hint of near-pleasure deep within her.

The only audience member, Ensia Silverash, gradually adjusted to the overly "stimulating" scene after the initial shock, shyness, and excitement. She lowered her hand from her mouth, but her cheeks remained flushed, like a ripe apple.