"Buzz—"
Tess's head felt as if it had been struck by a heavy blow, and she felt as if she were floating.
At the same time, she felt her face and head heating up rapidly, and her entire being fell into a state of emotional frenzy.
"Ah..." Tess wanted to say something, but found she couldn't. She just felt that the person in front of her looked more beautiful and attractive the more she looked.
The confession just now gave her the feeling of being confessed to by someone she had long admired. This sensation caused dopamine to flood Tess's brain, sending her into a state of excited trembling.
"Mas... Master... no..."
Tess still thought of resisting for a moment, but under the Casanova's skill, the defenseless Tess quickly declared her surrender.
The brownish-black dots at the center of Tess's originally light brown pupils faintly transformed into pink hearts.
After the transformation deep within her pupils was complete, Tess fell into a dazed state, and her expression as she looked at the Casanova gradually turned into one of adoration.
A Transcendent had lost all ability to resist without even using any Transcendent abilities or engaging in combat.
To say she simply lost the ability to resist was a bit conservative; it would be more appropriate to say she had been turned.
The Casanova didn't forget her business. She chuckled softly and said, "Don't tell anyone about today. That child is being fostered here by a relative."
Even though the words were full of holes, they reached Tess's ears and made her believe them without any reason.
"Mm..." Tess looked at the person sitting on her with blurred eyes, and even her response became weak.
The Casanova rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed and then stood up. Tess also hurriedly sat up, her eyes filled with a hint of disappointment. She gently tugged at the Casanova's suit, her eyes shimmering like autumn waters.
"That's fine, it's still early anyway..." Just as the Casanova was saying something, her expression suddenly twitched, and she said somewhat stiffly, "It's getting late now. I have things to do later."
After Syl finished speaking, she prepared to turn and leave, but at that moment, she felt a fragrant breeze from behind as a soft body hugged her from the back.
"But, paint... isn't Master going to paint?"
There seemed to be a certain pleading in Tess's voice.
"System Friendly Reminder: If the target hit by [Love Declaration] does not have their love released or absorbed, the person hit will also face the risk of depression or even yandere madness ^^D"
"Crap... there's such a thing?" Syl's lips twitched. She could already feel Tess's body starting to rub gently against her back.
The sensation of the soft object and clothing rubbing against Syl's back made her scalp tingle.
"Then what should I do to release some of her love?" Syl asked the unscrupulous system for help in her mind.
She didn't want her first Young Dragon to become withdrawn because this Tess went crazy.
"It is suggested that you leave it to a professional ^^"
"A professional..."
The Casanova?
Feeling Tess's hands starting to become restless, Syl sighed slowly and closed her eyes.
It should be fine if I just say some sweet words to coax her, right?
I don't know how to say sweet words myself, so I can only leave it to the Casanova.
Closing her eyes, Syl slowly gave up control of her body, letting it act according to instinct.
Syl broke free from Tess's hands, turned around to look down at her, and smiled:
"I don't like letting others take the initiative."
Her aura before and after was as if she had become a different person.
"Master..." It was exactly this aura that seemed to make Tess fall into an even more frantic obsession.
Syl wrapped her left arm around Tess's waist and placed her right hand on Tess's face, her palm gently stroking it.
Tess's breathing grew heavier. Syl's hand slid down Tess's cheek to her lips, then stroked down her neck to her collarbone, finally stopping at a certain spot on her chest, applying slight pressure.
"Mm..." Tess lowered her head and buried her face in Syl's shoulder, not daring to look up at her, only letting out muffled groans to the rhythm of Syl's right hand.
The surrounding atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.
Sensing the time was right, Syl skillfully slid her hand further down and gave a gentle pat below the small of Tess's back.
Tess made a comfortable, kitten-like humming sound. It was only when Syl's right hand lifted her maid skirt that Tess instinctively took a step back.
As soon as Tess stepped back, Syl leaned forward, slowly forcing Tess toward the windowsill.
"Mas... Master..." Tess glanced back at the open window and whispered a reminder, "We'll... we'll be seen..."
"Don't worry, there's no one in this block. Be good..." Syl's voice was like a spell, soothing Tess's emotions as her left hand moved from Tess's waist all the way to her head, gently comforting her.
Meanwhile, Syl's right hand didn't stop either; she lifted Tess's long, rounded left leg.
As a flexible [Thief], Tess's physical flexibility was naturally top-notch. Her right leg was easily lifted and rested on Syl's right shoulder.
"Mas... Master..." With her back against the windowsill and the feeling that she might fall at any moment, Tess involuntarily wrapped her arms around Syl's neck, her voice carrying a faint hint of a sob.
Enveloped by her current actions and the sense of humiliation from the possibility of being discovered at any moment, Tess's rationality told her that no matter how much she loved the person in front of her, she had to stop this shameful behavior.
However, the anticipation of Syl's next moves and the pleasure of being touched by her beloved crushed Tess's rationality in an even more violent manner.
Syl's hand was under Tess's skirt, her movements obscured.
As for Tess, she just bit her lower lip and hugged Syl tightly, her body trembling constantly. Her left leg, standing on tiptoe on the ground, twisted restlessly for some reason and looked somewhat weak.
If Tess could have raised her head, she would have seen that Syl's face was now as red as if it had been scalded by boiling water.
This was also the first time she had been so close to another girl, let alone one with a perfect figure.
Although the Casanova might not feel much, Syl's mind at this moment was almost shutting down from embarrassment.
Now, Syl was only praying for it all to end quickly, while also noticing that the Integration Level of the Casanova in the system panel was rapidly increasing.