Leonhardt returned from the second-floor field after meeting the goblins, only for a black figure to lunge at him. Woosh! He caught Zafira, who dived at him the moment he entered his room, her body soft, warm and barely clothed.
"I thought you'd left me~" she said with a sweet voice, hanging on his neck with both arms. "When did you bring me home?" Zafira's golden eyes looked down at Leonhardt half-closed into gleaming slits.
"The moment you fainted—"
"I didn't faint!" she shouted, interrupting him, pulling him closer with her hands, nuzzling against his cheeks with a low purring sounding from her throat.
The notion that a succubus would lose in the art of lust could be the biggest shame.
However, Leonhardt just found it amusing the difference between when she was begging for more with a sweet voice, and the current shameful denial.
"Okay then, you didn't faint." he just chuckled and carried her back to the bed, and threw her down with a bounce.
"Kyaa!"
