"Isn't this exactly what happened just now!" Trillian slapped her thigh and exclaimed in sudden realization, "No wonder this sounded so familiar! Young Master, you've turned the massage you gave Hermione earlier into a fairy tale, haven't you?"
" Malfoy, that's enough," Hermione said, her blush deepening. She was afraid he'd try something inappropriate again.
Hermione's concerns were not unfounded, but Draco seemed completely oblivious to her protests and continued speaking:
"It's a pity that after the massage, the princess went back to her vegetative state. I think the massage was too ineffective; it only treated the symptoms, not the root cause. It seems we need to change our approach."
So I took off the princess's clothes--
"Enough!" Hermione jumped up, her cheeks flushed crimson. "You—you shut up! Don't say another word!"
"No, no, no!" Trillian seemed unsatisfied, wondering how the princess had managed to wake up at such a crucial moment. Was it...?
"Shut up, Trillian!" Hermione yelled at Trillian, wishing she could sew both of their mouths shut at the same time.
Trillian shrank back, spreading her hands. "Actually, you can imagine what will happen next without me saying it. The princess must have been awakened by pain—right, young master?"
"Shut up right now! You two, not one of you is serious!" Hermione grabbed a small sofa cushion and threw it at her.
Trillian dodged, Draco didn't answer, only wearing a suggestive smile.
"Okay, I won't go into the details, but the result was that when I woke up the next morning, I found myself holding the long, thin cushion from my bed." Draco finished speaking abruptly.
"At this moment, the body pillow... you know what I mean..."
"Pfft—" Trillian burst out laughing, "Hahahaha! Young Master! So you can be this... this thirsty sometimes!"
"You... you stop right now! Don't say anymore!" Hermione still couldn't believe it; she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
"Actually, that's not so embarrassing," Draco waved his hand. "The most embarrassing thing is that I woke up this morning and found that I had wet the bed."
"Young Master, you..." Trillian's laughter stopped abruptly, "I don't even know what to say. I never imagined you were so unable to control your lower body when you were little? It sounds a bit lewd..."
Hermione, filled with shame and indignation, grabbed another cushion and threw it at Draco: " Draco! Shut up! What kind of embarrassing thing is this! You... you are simply... unspeakable!"
Draco innocently caught the cushion. "I'm just telling the truth. What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. That's normal, isn't it?"
"Normal my foot!" Hermione's voice rose sharply.
"Young Master, actually that... is called nocturnal emission, it's a normal physiological phenomenon..." Trillian added weakly.
"You two! That's enough!" Hermione exclaimed in exasperation.
"Do we really have to talk about this... this embarrassing topic?! This kind of shameful thing doesn't count! Tell it again!"
"This isn't embarrassing? I think it's pretty shameful." Draco shrugged.
"It's really embarrassing," Trillian also thought.
"I don't believe you! You must have made this up! Anyway, I don't care, you're not allowed to talk about this anymore! Embarrassing stories have to be your own business, and can't involve others!"
"We'll have to wait until the next round," Draco said helplessly.
"Hmph, we'll see." Hermione tacitly agreed with his statement. Thinking about the teamwork between the two, she was sure she could win the next round, so she suppressed her shame and sat back down on the ground.
After the new round of shuffling was completed, Trillian leaned towards Draco, looking obedient and submissive. "Young Master, how should we play this round? I'll do whatever you say."
Upon hearing this, Hermione's guard was immediately raised. She suppressed her remaining blush and clearly warned, "Let's get this straight: once the game starts, no winking, no hand gestures, and no cheating by sending secret signals. We'll guarantee a fair game."
"Honey, the game hasn't started yet. Discussing our strategy before it begins isn't against the rules, is it?" Draco asked.
"That's right, we were just discussing tactics beforehand, not exchanging glances while playing cards!" Trillian echoed.
The two of them, working in unison, left Hermione speechless. In the end, she could only snort in annoyance, "... Whatever!"
Although she said that, Hermione was already starting to feel uneasy. While Trillian might be a terrible teammate, Draco's guidance was a huge advantage...
Seeing Hermione's tacit approval, Draco leaned close to Trillian's ear and spoke the tactics in a voice only the two of them could hear. Trillian listened and nodded from time to time, her eyes gradually brightening.
The two quickly finished their discussion and returned to their original positions.
"Alright, let's begin." Draco deals the cards.
Hermione arranged her cards, glanced at the two men's confident expressions, and a growing sense of foreboding filled her.
Moreover, the cards I got this time weren't as good as the last one. They weren't too bad, but there weren't any highlights either, so I could only rely on my performance on the day.
The game officially began. Hermione kept her composure and decided to test the waters with small cards first. So she played a single 3, and Draco followed with a 4. Hermione was secretly pleased, but unexpectedly Trillian immediately played a 10, blocking her from passing with a 9.
After several rounds, Hermione gradually noticed something was amiss. Trillian's playing style had changed. She no longer played randomly, but became extremely targeted. As soon as Hermione played a card, Trillian would beat her with an even bigger card, regardless of the cost.
The goal seems very clear.
That means even if it means losing yourself, you should block your own path and do everything you can to ensure Draco wins this game.
This strategy disrupted Hermione's rhythm.
Originally accustomed to controlling the situation through calculation and prediction, her cards were tightly bound by Trillian's relentless interception style, making it impossible for her to organize an attack smoothly.
What made Hermione even more upset was that she had to keep a close eye on Draco's every move, constantly on guard against him sneaking away.
But the more nervous you get, the more restricted you become in your card play, forcing you to disrupt the previously manageable, fragmented card combinations.
In contrast Draco and Trillian appeared extremely relaxed throughout.
Draco doesn't need to actively intercept Hermione; Trillian only needs to relentlessly unleash her firepower, allowing the two to steadily control the game's tempo.
As the game neared its end, Hermione still had a bunch of hard-to-play broken cards in her hand, while Draco only had three single cards left.
This was something to be wary of, but because Hermione's attention was focused on Draco, she let Trillian play a 10.
The next second, a look of joy appeared in Trillian's eyes. She had already prepared six pairs of cards and threw them out. "I'm done!"
The game is over. The farmer successfully stole the chicken, and the two players won a complete victory!
A crisp clap rang out in the room as Draco and Trillian high-fived and exchanged a smile.
Seeing this, Hermione was struck dumb.
"How so..."