Chapter 0.140 Drunk part II

Ren froze.

Literally, figuratively, spiritually—frozen. Her glowing golden eyes, wide as moons, stared at the absolute chaos before her, and for a moment, her mana flickered. The burning red-golden aura around her body, usually so composed and regal, wavered like a candle caught in wind.

There, in the middle of the academy garden, beneath the ancient cherry tree, stood the end of her sanity. Leona. Or what remained of her.

White hair in wild disarray, bottle of alcohol swinging dangerously from one hand, leash of a confused and mildly traumatized academy dog in the other. Her face was flushed a deep crimson, her piercing blue eyes now glazed with the fog of drunken lunacy. She danced—or more accurately, stumbled in rhythm with her own hiccups—spinning in crooked circles, shouting something unintelligible about revolution and bananas.

And beside it all, like a well-dressed devil observing his latest prank, leaned Jin.

Back against the tree, one leg crossed over the other, his long black coat draped like wings around him. His crimson eyes shimmered with amusement under the shadow of his bangs, a ghost of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Ah," he said, raising a gloved hand in lazy salute, "my beloved wife. Just in time to witness a cultural tragedy."

Rena blinked. Twice. Her breath hitched. She could feel the mana recoiling slightly inside her chest.

"What... is this," she finally whispered, voice trembling somewhere between horror and disbelief.

Leona chose that precise moment to notice her. She threw her arms up theatrically. "Renaaaa\~! My gorgeous, glowy goddess!!"

Rena's eye twitched.

"Leona," she said carefully, as if speaking to an explosive device. "Why are you drunk? Why do you have a dog? Why—by all the gods—are you dancing?!"

Leona laughed, or hiccupped—it was difficult to tell. She took a dramatic swig from the bottle and pointed vaguely in Jin's direction. "Blame your husband! He bought me the bottle. Said I needed to relax. *Such* a good friend, Rina. You married a generous demon."

Jin raised a single eyebrow. "She insisted on drinking. I merely... enabled."

Rena looked at Jin and said, "You are a crazy, perverted bastard." 

He shrugged, looking utterly unbothered. "I enable a lot of things. Chaos is a nutrient, darling."

 "My dear wife, I helped a poor girl get drunk, and it was also a rather picturesque sight." 

Rena frowned and said, 

"I *swear* to the gods, Jin—"

"You..." 

But her voice was drowned out by Leona once again yelling, "IT'S SO HOT!!"

Rena blinked. "It's snowing, Leona. There is literal snow on the ground."

And yet, Leona had already started unbuttoning her academy shirt, one button at a time, like she was starring in a drunken opera. Rina lunged toward her.

"Nope—nope—STOP THAT—Leona, stop undressing! This is not your bedroom! This is not the hot springs!"

"Too late," Leona giggled, as the shirt flapped open, revealing her pale skin and—gods have mercy—a pink bra stretched taut over a heaving chest.

Rena's eye twitched so hard she felt it might detach from her skull.

"JIN!" she shrieked, turning around. "Don't look!"

Jin didn't blink and said, "I'm not interested in Leona's body, but if it was yours, it would be more exciting." 

"YOU—YOU'RE STILL A PERVERT!"

"Only for you." He smiled sweetly. "Though I must say, Leona has... a shocking lack of modesty for someone built like a milk goddess."

Rena's cheeks exploded into color, golden aura flaring dangerously. "You're impossible!!"

"And you're adorable when furious," he replied, biting back laughter. "But maybe focus on your friend before she flashes the entire divine garden."

Rena whipped around—too late. The shirt was fully off, the pink bra halfway gone, and Leona was now in the process of trying to remove her pants, mumbling something about feeling like a free bird.

"Oh no you don't!" Rena lunged again, this time summoning mana to stabilize Leona before the gods themselves had to intervene.

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