At Your Service (1)

Even without hearing the way they called my name, I already knew who the two were. The soft but elastic one to my right was undoubtedly Ember's, while the firm and slightly smaller ones were Fang's.

Probably from getting drunk, both their bodies were hot. It wasn't to the level of having a fever, but it was pretty close.

"Mmmmph!"

And although I wanted to enjoy the softness a bit longer, I was slowly getting short of breath. I quickly tried to push them both away, but they were grabbing my head tight, not willing to let go.

Are they planning to suffocate me until I pass out?!

"M-mashter, your breath...!"

"Lea *Hiccup!* der~! T-That place is sensitive~!"

Although I could technically shove them away forcefully, I was hesitating to part with their headlights. Just as I managed to get a few gasps of air, another set of voices rained down on my ears.

"My Lord! Fang, Igni, stop that! He's having difficulty breathing!"