Celine's expression became so pale that she almost fainted.
"Who?!"
The door swung open, and the black-haired half-elf, wearing a leather tunic and tight pants, entered the room. The moment she saw Asura sitting behind the princess, with both his hands across her chest, squeezing and covering Celine with a cheeky look on his face. It made her cheeks turn red, remembering their strange relationship.
"You, what are you doing?!"
"I'm helping the princess bath. Why?"
"Helping her? Why are you touching her like that... and what is that thing between her legs!"
"Spica, it's not what you think."
Celine didn't want to explain the situation, knowing her shame was far too high. She had tried to seduce him and play with fire, only for her body to be ignited with a simple touch from Asura. Now, her best friend and knight looked at her being fondled in such a situation she wanted to disappear.
"So, you are both perverts?"
