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Allen turned his head toward the door.
At this hour?
Who?
The moment the question crossed his mind, an image surfaced—a girl with snow-white hair and reddish-brown eyes.
He blinked, quickly rose to his feet, and strode to the door in a few steps.
His hand paused briefly on the doorknob before he yanked it open.
What greeted him was—
A white dress.
An extremely bold one.
Sleeveless, held up by thin straps, slightly loose, with a neckline plunging so deep it nearly reached the curve beneath her chest—pale skin peeking through.
The midsection was cut out, exposing the soft skin of her abdomen to the open air.
The hem was even more daring, barely reaching her thighs, as if the slightest movement would reveal—
The bunny tail beneath.
Allen's brows shot up in surprise.
He lifted his gaze to the visitor's face.
Alifa's cheeks were flushed, her long rabbit ears drooping against her face. She stood with her hands behind her back, head lowered—yet her crimson eyes peered up at him.
"...Allen-san looks so dashing in formal wear tonight... I thought, since you like long ears... maybe I could..."
"No, you can't."
Instant rejection.
Hearing this, Alifa's rabbit lips twitched, barely holding back a pout.
Then, with a perfect 90-degree maid bow—
"This was all Lill's idea! Not mine!"
Mid-sentence, she suddenly whipped out a pitch-black formal suit from behind her back and shoved it right in Allen's face!
"P-Please wear this tonight! I-I really admire how you look in formal attire! It's... impossible to look away!"
The outfit in her hands wasn't the meticulously tailored double-breasted suit from earlier—no, this was a simple evening suit, one Allen immediately recognized as Alfons' work.
His expression blank, he glanced between the suit and Alifa's face.
"Was this also Lill's idea?"
Alifa blinked up at him.
"This one... was my own."
Allen stared at her, deadpan.
She let out a soft "Ah..." before fidgeting.
"A-Ah... okay, fine, if you don't wanna wear it... but... could you at least use it to whip me? I-I can kneel on the floor—"
Allen's jaw nearly dropped.
He stared, dumbfounded, at the suit clutched to Alifa's chest.
Wait, isn't formal wear supposed to be... worn?
Huh?!
Alifa blinked again, following Allen's gaze down to her chest—covered only by this "battle nightgown."
Her ears drooped even further, nearly pressing against her cheeks.
Shy.
Timid.
Then, in a whisper—
"...I'll take it off... but could you do it for me? I'll kneel on the floor..."
"...It's cold..."
"...The buttons on the suit hurt when they hit skin..."
"...You could pull my ears..."
"...Then rip my nightgown off roughly..."
"...A little battle aura would be fine... your control is so precise... just don't knock me out..."
"...Well, knocking me out is okay too... as long as you wake me up after..."
"...Please..."
Allen was done.
His face cycled through a myriad of expressions as he stared at Alifa, the most "quiet and demure" of the beastgirl maids—now revealing herself to be wildly uninhibited.
It took him a solid few seconds to reboot.
Then, memories of the Asuran nobility's... habits resurfaced.
Back in the capital, he'd mostly buried himself in the dojo, but there'd been that one time he'd hidden in a brothel to avoid North Second. Even then, he'd only heard things—never seen them firsthand.
Still.
He'd overheard plenty—groups of young nobles huddled together in the dojo, swapping stories.
(Though Isolte's smiling glare had always sent them scattering before they could corrupt him.)
Point was, he'd developed a tolerance for the Asuran elite's... eccentricities.
But.
The past few years had been peaceful. Aside from Paul's nightly activities, he'd been blissfully free of such nonsense.
...What? Paul's bedframe-rattling didn't count as "depravity"?
Don't be ridiculous.
Paul might've been a shameless swordsman with a shameless style, but in terms of bedroom conduct, he was almost respectably vanilla compared to the Asuran aristocracy.
Truly a role model.
Yet now, over two years later, here in Roa—far from the capital—he was facing it again.
Thankfully, his time in the royal city had honed his anti-harassment tactics to perfection.
So now—
Allen rubbed his face, side-eyeing Alifa, who was practically vibrating with anticipation, waiting for him to drag her inside and force her to her knees.
He lowered his gaze.
Then—
Snap.
A surge of killing intent crashed over the rabbit girl like a tidal wave!
This was his go-to capital deterrent—effective and good for aura control practice.
Sure enough, Alifa let out a tiny "Eep!" and staggered like she'd been struck.
Nodding in satisfaction, Allen withdrew the pressure.
...Only to freeze.
Because Alifa wasn't just shaking—she was quivering, knees knocking together, feet arched high...
This didn't look like fear.
Horrified realization dawned as she wobbled, thighs squeezing together—
Before suddenly snapping back to awareness.
Her face burned crimson as she bowed frantically.
"Th-Thank you! I-I'll stop for tonight! I... I can't take anymore! Next time! I'll bother you next time!"
Then, legs still tightly pressed, she scurried away like her tail was on fire.
Allen stood frozen in the hallway, face a masterpiece of bewilderment.
...What.
What.
Saulos.
You magnificent bastard.
He scrubbed his hands over his face.
The depravity of nobility in Mushoku Tensei had never felt more real.
...Unbelievable.
After a long moment, he finally turned to go back inside—
—Only to stop.
His head tilted slightly, gaze shifting toward the side.
Calm.
But with the faintest hint of... anticipation—something even Alifa's bold offer hadn't drawn out.
One.
Two.
Three.
On the third silent count, the softest shuffling of feet whispered from under Sylphie's door.
Then—creak—it cracked open.
A white-haired girl peeked out—
—And immediately locked up.
Her wide eyes dropped to Allen's feet.
Then, slowly, painfully, dragged up to meet his.
They stared at each other.
SLAM!
The door shut instantly.
Allen chuckled silently, watching the closed door with amusement.
"Goodnight."
His quiet voice lingered in the hallway, unanswered.
Then, after a pause—
A whisper so faint it might've been imagination slipped through the gap under the door.
"...G'night..."
A beat.
Then, as if worried he hadn't heard—
"G-Goodnight!"
Louder this time, though still soft.
Allen's smile deepened.
"I heard you."
"...Mm."
"Thank you."
"...Eh?"
"I've seen how hard you've been trying. I know what you're doing. I understand."
"Even if it doesn't work, that doesn't mean you didn't try. I appreciate it. So don't feel discouraged, okay?"
From behind the door came frantic rustling—like she was grabbing her hair or burying her face in her hands.
Finally, after a long silence—
"...Okay..."
Her voice was so quiet it seemed to crawl up Allen's neck before slipping into his ear.
"See you tomorrow."
"...S-See you tomorrow."
This time, her words trembled—but with unmistakable happiness.
Allen turned, closing his own door silently.
He stood in the hallway, unmoving.
Five minutes later—
Tap-tap-tap.
Light footsteps hurried back into the room.
THUMP.
The sound of someone diving face-first into a thick, winter-ready Boreas gryphon-down quilt.
Then—rustle-rustle—the unmistakable wriggling of someone rolling around giddily.
Allen's lips curved.
One last glance at Sylphie's door.
'Goodnight.'
Then—silent steps, lighter now—he slipped back into his room.
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