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"Oy." They flinched, Mijo who's trying to sleep on Era's thigh stood up, shocked. Even Flute who knew someone sat beside him, nearly jumped hearing Yuri's deep voice. They all turned their heads to what it seemed like a paint melting where Yuri slowly showed up. Ah, Yuri and her ability to copy colors and patterns. "I just remembered. Under Ela's bed..." she stopped and looked at each of them seriously. "Underneath, there were paintings. Dark. Bloody. Full of misery." 💜

' "Ah..." Finally, Albert was the first to react. He looked dubiously at Yuri. "Honorable Goddess of Light, you must be joking. You killed Crescent Moon Principality Army's commander-in-chief, Eric, with just a single strike, and many people saw it. Who else can be so powerful?" Yuri's lovely face was solemn. "I'm not the Goddess of Light! My real name is Yuri, and my cultivation strength is completely different from the saint energy. Therefore, it may seem a little weird to all of you."

Yuri growled to herself. Tohya, Selina and Sunny turned towards each other at this very un-Yuri-like statement and behaviour. Tohya was the one who found his voice first as he coughed into his hand and turned towards his friend. “Yuri, what’s wrong?” he asked. Yuri glared at Tohya before realising what she was doing. She then turned to glare at the floor instead, trying to burn a hole through the ground with sheer willpower alone. “Ren is an idiot!” she burst out.

She tangles her fingers in Akari's hair, guiding her closer. Akari grinned wolfishly up at her before diving in, licking a slow stripe up Yuri's slit. "Delicious," she groaned. "Even better than I imagined." Yuri keened, head thumping back against the rim of the tub as Akari worked her over with lips and tongue. She lapped and suckled at Yuri's swollen clit, driving her higher and higher. "A-Akari! Oh god, right there... don't stop!" Akari redoubled her efforts, two fingers plunging into Yuri's tight heat. She pumped them in and out, curling to stroke that magic spot inside her. Yuri bucked against her mouth, fingers twisting almost painfully in Akari's hair.

Another sigh escaped me as I set the phone down. “Drake.” Her voice made me look up. Yuri stood there, troubled, with Mac just a step behind her. His presence sent a fresh wave of irritation through me. “What’s going on?” I asked, peeling off my gloves and trying to keep my tone casual. But Yuri’s expression betrayed her. She was worried. Cautious. Watching me like she was bracing for something. “There’s a… situation,” she said softly. “Go on,” I prompted. Yuri hesitated, then explained what Abigail had told her: something about one true mate bond and one fake. My blood ran cold. What the hell does that even mean?