The Little Mice

Yuan Shikai had had a great time last night—so much so that he could say he had really gone wild.

Osakabehime rested against his left shoulder, while a Mole leaned against his right.

After last night's intense fighting, Osakabehime was completely spent, beaten so thoroughly that she had surrendered without reserve. For some unknown reason, Mole had also become much weaker, but it did not seem to matter much, so he did not dwell on it.

Osakabehime occasionally muttered in her sleep. "Stop hitting me... You're better at fighting. I can't beat you. I'll listen to you from now on. Please spare me..." Things like that.

She was obviously the type who was bad at games yet loved playing them. He could teach her a lesson in minutes.

Yuan Shikai was full of energy now. According to his internal clock, it should have been morning, though he could not tell the exact time.

Besides, the two women were still deeply asleep, and he did not want to disturb them, so he stayed in bed with them.

Osakabehime was too much of a shut-in and usually skipped breakfast, so no one came to deliver food. As a result, no one informed them that Aoko and the other two had already headed to the next floor.

Only when Yuan Shikai grew truly curious about the three women's progress did he slowly lift their heads from his shoulders and move their hands and legs away from his chest and thighs.

After considerable effort, he finally got out of bed. He stretched, walked over to the crystal, and began observing. Only then did he discover that they had already passed the seventieth floor and were heading toward the eightieth.

Left with no choice, he woke Osakabehime, who was still having either a sweet dream