Acting Dense?

"Thou wagerth thy future as soon as thou heart beats thine blood." A profound sentence left her lips, one she had read many years ago in an old, cursed book. The pages were stiff with age and the black ink of the writing ran together like liquid wax, but those words had held meaning that she could never escape.

Barbara put her hand over her mouth in surprise. "...Wow! You're so proficient in poetry!"

Fischl chuckled softly at the sound of praise, "Tis only natural for Prinzessin Der Verurteilung, The Sovereign of the Immernachtreich, omniscient and eminent judge of all the world's iniquity to speaketh the crimson of the midnight language of Gods."

Barbara nodded along out of politeness, despite not understanding almost anything Fischl just said. Barbara simply paused when she got to the part of Prinzessin Der Verurteilung and she was immediately lost afterward.

Funnily enough, the two girls quickly became friends after what transpired just a few minutes ago.

Barbara complimented Fischl on being great in poetry and Fischl seemed delighted. In return, Fischl mentioned how she could imagine Barbara wearing the same clothes as her, as they were the same height and their body type was also almost identical.

They hit it off pretty well, much to his surprise.

This convinced Yomite that women simply changed in a matter of seconds, further reminding him of the fact how much of an angel Barbara was when he first met her, only to be currently near a thin line of psychopath or a Yandere, neither of which she was currently displaying...

They went up the stairs into his room, and it was empty and bare except for the three beds and a couple chairs placed here and there. The rest of the room appeared to be kept in an unused state, complete with empty closet shelves and drawers.

From what Fischl mentioned, all of the girls were currently in Lumine's room, playing cards and chatting among themselves, laughing merrily and having fun without being worried about him.

Barbara peered around the room with curious eyes.

"...Oh, this room is really nice," she murmured, "It gives off a cozy feeling."

Yomite gave her a brief glance and took a step closer to the window. He placed his palms against the cool surface of the glass and enjoyed its comforting caress. The view outside wasn't worth mentioning; it was still the dull streets, now bare of passers-by.

Barbara clenched her fist, taking a deep breath before letting it slowly release. She gathered her courage, though she felt flustered and nervous, then tried:

"You know, Yum-Yum..." She couldn't help herself from voicing out what was going through her head; "The beds here are pretty big and comfortable..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, yet was audible enough for Yomite to catch.

Her cheeks reddened slightly under his gaze as she sat down on a bed and patted the cover lightly with her hands.

"This one especially seems...very fluffy..." She laid down on top of it, stealthily whiffing the soft fabric beneath her nose and holding back a grin when a masculine scent rose to greet her nostrils. "So nice~" she said to herself. It filled her senses, a smell much akin to natural male aroma, with notes of raw masculinity underneath.

This was his bed, she was sure of it. His bed smelled exactly like him.

She slowly dragged her fingers across the soft material, and her tone turned sensual again, "Maybe you should...lie down too, to relax a bit?" She whispered, trying not to sound too eager.

Despite her best efforts, her blush grew hotter at the thought.

Yomite nearly choked on his next inhale. He quickly stared ahead, coughing loudly while trying to keep a straight face and maintain a very proper demeanor, "I-I'm fine, thank you..."

"Mhm, but it's just so~ so~ comfortable...I almost wish to fall asleep here~ Such a good bed." She giggled, cocking her head towards him as she wiped away her sweaty forehead.

Yomite didn't even need a second to realize what she meant...

If he was single, he would want nothing more than to just join her on the bed and ravish her senselessly right here and now, taking pleasure in the pure feeling of feminine curves beneath him, her sweet warm skin pressed against his own.

But he wasn't.

He had two beautiful women, one of which milked him dry on daily basis with submissiveness while doing everything else possible to appease him, squeezing him of his life essence, and another who was an adorable ball of shyness when it came to moving towards the final step in physical intimacy.

Throwing caution to the wind to just get laid with a new girl wasn't worth it.

(Aaah...An invitation...An invitation...the old me would have probably accepted right away...but she's a Yandere. You simply don't stick your dick in a crazy...I'm sorry, I will have to sit this one out...)

He glanced at Fischl who didn't have any reaction, probably didn't understand what Barbara just said. At least he thought she didn't.

(Alright, Barbara...It's the only choice now...I am sorry...but...Inner Ichika Inbound.)

"Ah...Yeah... It's a... It's..a good bed. Very good...good parameters...family comfortable...this is a high quality inn, after all! It's only natural there would be high quality beds as well!" Yomite rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

It never occurred to him he would be trying to act like a dense idiot. But this was the only option...for now at least.