[BONUS CHAPTER] Chapter 90 - A Scene That Stunned the Lady for a Hundred Years!

In the bathroom, the soft sound of running water echoed.

The warm light illuminated the billowing steam that clung to the glass window and walls, condensing into countless droplets that slowly slid down.

A green-haired girl lay immersed in the steaming bathtub, stretching out her alluring figure.

Her graceful, well-proportioned curves were faintly visible beneath the water, stirring the imagination.

Her flawless green hair fanned out like blooming flowers on the water's surface, the ends of her bangs damp with condensation, beaded with droplets.

Each drop fell onto the water, sending ripples that spread out in mesmerizing patterns, mirroring the girl's exquisitely sculpted curves.

Shrouded in mist, her golden eyes gleamed with an enchanting light.

The crystal-clear water reflected her delicate features—her gaze traced the elegant curve of her long, fair neck and the soft pink glow of her sculpted collarbones beneath her smooth skin.

Soft, measured breaths slipped from her lips as she struggled to suppress the urge welling up inside her.

After soaking away the lingering scent of wine on her skin, the green-haired girl slowly rose from the tub. She lifted one porcelain-white leg out of the water and stepped onto the cool marble floor.

Sliding the door open, she stepped out and picked up a pure white towel to gently pat her glistening skin dry until not a single drop remained.

Next, she carefully drew up a pair of black nylon stockings over her slender legs, the fabric stretching to hug her thighs in a subtle, enticing curve.

Sure, she knew they might not last long tonight, but for now, it felt like adding a secret buff to herself.

She slipped into a pure black lace dress she'd chosen to match her own little XP system, then admired her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Lifting the skirt, she twirled gracefully—like a succubus dancing across hearts, the hem swirling around her like a spell.

Her natural aura, the mystical elegance of the original C.C., only added to her enchanting charm.

"Haaah…"

Her breath quickened, and her heart trembled like a plucked harp string, the ripples of desire spreading through her body.

'This… this wasn't right! No, it wasn't right at all!'

Dammit, she was getting fired up!

Ahem—no, no, she was just… feeling a bit strange!

Taking a silent step, the green-haired girl glided into Nagami's room.

Once she was sure no one noticed her, she gently shut the door behind her.

Her long, black-stockinged legs moved gracefully as she settled onto the bed.

She drew her knees together, encircled them with her arms, and leaned forward just slightly—her figure a perfect silhouette of temptation.

Nagami's dark eyes swept over her, taking in the gentle scent of her body wash mixed with her own sweet, intoxicating fragrance.

Her hair, green as mercury, spilled behind her like a river of moonlight, her thick lashes casting shadows under the silvery glow.

In that moment, Nagami couldn't help but think:

A face like a flower, a voice like a song;

A jade body, a soul like embroidered silk;

Rosy lips soft as jade,

A smile that could enchant the world.

What the hell—how could he hold back at all?!

At that moment, Nagami's "self-love" truly peaked.

Outside the window, moonlight poured down like silver mercury, casting a dreamlike veil over the Saint Freya dormitory.

(TL Note - Yeah, I'm definitely not writing this scene… I'll handle the next smut part, but this one? It just feels way too weird. 😑But hey—if you really want me to write it, let me know.I might give it a shot tomorrow if I get, say, another 300 PS tomorrow...)

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The next morning, bright sunlight spilled from the sky, unbroken by a single cloud.

The heiress Kiana dreamed—a vivid dream of herself flying in the latest Schicksal aircraft, headed straight for Saint Freya Academy.

"Kiana?!"

She bolted upright in bed, beads of sweat glistening on her smooth forehead.

Her full chest rose and fell rapidly, the silk of her sleepwear clinging to her curves, damp with sweat.

Beside her lay two white-haired girls still sleeping soundly.

But the lady had no time to care about the white-haired girl's thigh draped across her chest or the pillow drenched in drool.

She stared wide-eyed, breathless.

This phenomenon—this strange link between versions of herself across different worlds—was nothing new.

It happened almost daily, though the timing was always unpredictable.

Sometimes it was just a fleeting "dream" of a few minutes.

Other times, she lived out an entire day as her other self.

The rarest nights were the ones without any dream of the other Kiana.

That's why she was so determined to save her counterpart in this world.

In the dream, she'd felt that Kiana's tragedy and her own twin's desperate emotions so clearly.

'Otto… you actually let this world's me out?'

What the hell was he planning?

She exhaled shakily, her face still pale with the lingering shock.

No—she had to go talk to Nagami right away!

She roughly pushed the white-haired girl's leg off her chest and dumped the other girl's head off her shoulder.

Throwing on some clothes, she didn't even bother to properly fix her hair.

For a noble lady, stepping outside without the usual careful grooming and elegance was an absolute breach of etiquette.

It only showed how urgent this was!

In this moment of utmost urgency, after knocking on the door and receiving no answer, the heiress didn't hesitate—she simply used brute force to push the door open.

"Nagami, something's wro…!!!"

Her words were cut off by the scene before her.

Those bright blue eyes were filled with nothing but utter bewilderment.

Sunlight streamed in, flooding the pristine new bedroom and illuminating the young couple lying on the same bed.

Nagami lay on the soft, plush bed, shirtless—a detail that didn't shock the heiress.

After all, it was summer, and boys not wearing shirts in their own rooms was nothing out of the ordinary.

But…

A slender, graceful figure was snuggled up next to him.

Long green hair cascaded down her back like a shimmering waterfall, glowing softly in the sun.

Her smooth, toned legs were partially covered by a thin blanket.

The pale, jade-like skin of her shoulders was exposed, and even though the blanket draped over her body, it did nothing to hide the alluring shape underneath.

Her delicate hands were gently folded under her blushing cheeks, and her face still held a faint, rosy flush.

From the heiress's perspective, through that waterfall of green hair that spilled across Nagami's chest like a dreamlike emerald rose, she could glimpse bits of exposed skin, the sensual curves of their bodies.

Scattered across the polished wooden floor were disheveled bits of clothing—clearly a mix of male and female underwear, along with torn black and white stockings.

A subtle, strangely charged scent lingered in the air.

For a long moment, the heiress Kiana just stood there, dumbstruck.

Then—

'Boom!'

It was as if a nuclear bomb had detonated in her mind, and not just one—an entire chain reaction.

Her thoughts were a swirling white void, her brain thunderously echoing with confusion.

Her heart seemed to freeze, and the shock on her face was as if a bolt of lightning had come crashing down.

If she'd found any other girl in this bed with Nagami—Mei, K423, even that red-haired, big-chested lady from Schicksal, she wouldn't have been this shocked.

Or if it was even that over-the-top maid from Schicksal—hell, even her own otherworldly doppelgänger, the "Auntie" of this world—she would've been stunned but not this shaken.

But this?

What was she seeing?

Nagami and… C.C… locked in a lover's embrace.

The scattered clothes, the shape of the bodies under the covers, the strange scent in the air—she couldn't deny what it all meant.

The heiress Kiana stood there for a long time, her expression frozen in a stiff, puppet-like grimace.

Slowly, she turned around and walked out of the room like a rusty old robot.

She took two steps back and carefully closed the door. Then she took a deep breath.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Crisp slaps echoed in the room, leaving bright red marks on her flawless, snow-white cheeks.

Pain shot up her nerves, but she didn't even feel it.

'Why can't I feel the pain?'

'Ah… this must be a dream, right?'

'Yes! That's it!'

There's no way Otto would ever release her otherworldly counterpart.

No way! Clearly, she was still dreaming.

With a forced, cracked smile, the heiress gently rubbed her burning cheeks. Her eyes lit up with sudden clarity.

Of course—it's just a dream.

Still in a daze, she staggered back to bed.

She carefully pulled the white-stockinged legs of "Auntie" back over herself, and set the "grass louse" girl's thigh back across her chest.

Sleep. Just sleep.

What a bizarre dream.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, the heiress's mind shot awake with a start.

She quickly focused on the chat group and opened her private messages with Shiraori.

Scrolling up, she found the photo Shiraori had sent of Nagami and C.C. sleeping together.

Seeing their sleeping postures in the photo—exactly, precisely the same as what she had just witnessed!

She looked at Shiraori's hesitantly worded messages, as if he'd been too embarrassed to ask.

'Boom——!'

A thunderous roar drowned out all other sound, shaking her to her very core.

In that instant, her entire worldview crumbled like a house of cards.