The Wolf Den

She could never understand Leonhardt at first, nor Asuka's attraction to him. Maybe this was denial after all—everything started when she met him at the bar. Her curiosity, her fixation. It started from the moment she sipped on the sweet Papillion made from the same disgusting Chrysa her mother used to love.

After all, it was the first time she had found a man that piqued her interest.

'What's happening?' 

Enjoying the warmth of Leonhardt's mana, she grasped tight and savoured the tingling sensation. Then, greedily, she started sucking his mana... and instantly moaned.

"Nn! It's so hot."

Glancing at his figure, Sylvie sighed and allowed herself to enjoy the moment. Warm or monstrous, she was determined to accept—her mana core demanded it.

"I should have known you wouldn't let me down. Who knew the cutest little elf would be so resilient and trustworthy."