Amitabha, Amitabha, Self-control Is The Key!

There were too many thoughts whirling in his mind at the moment.

Yomite took a seat on one of the chairs in the room and sighed loudly, feeling of tiredness washed over him again.

He tried to ignore Barbara's sexual innuendos, her overtly suggestive tone and the innocent look on her face whenever he made eye contact with her, refusing to give in and agree.

However, it was obvious she wasn't deterred by his refusals either. Rather, it looked like she was definitely getting attracted to him even more, either voluntarily or involuntarily.

Seeing that it wouldn't lead anywhere, Barbara stealthily took out a perfume from her bag and sprayed it on his pillow, achieving her goal, she hopped off his bed and smiled at him kindly, fixing the ribbon on top of her chest.

The moment she finally left his bed, Yomite immediately noticed a large sweaty spot on the sheets left by her shapely buttocks.

And it definitely had some traces of warmth as well, leaving behind a tempting amount of heat and an enticing scent of pheromones of a young woman that suggested a certain excitement.

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It was really humid inside of the room, which was caused by Barbara not having any air conditioning at all.

A constant stream of hot air gushed through the window directly into the room, causing the sweat on her body to accumulate quickly.

This also 'forced' Barbara to loosen her white frock for a second to release the accumulated heat in her chest area, freeing her growing breasts out of its structure and sticking her soft flesh against the fabric.

She removed the ribbon in hopes to alleviate some of the discomfort of being surrounded by such a hot atmosphere.

The smell seemed so strong that he could swear he could feel her arousal scent invading every inch of his nostrils as it drifted through the room. The clear invitation had already been set on his pulse.

(Amitabha, Amitabha. It's hot inside here after all...She couldn't help it...Yes...I don't have enough self control for this anymore...I need to rest... It's a tough day today, and it's only been half a day...)

Barbara and Fischl seemed to have noticed the exhaustion in his posture. Both of them looked at each other and smiled.

"Your Lordship, thou seem exhausted," Fischl ventured softly.

"Yum-Yum, when you are tired, hugs usually help you replenish your energy!"

The two girls sat down on each side of his lap and both leaned forward to hug him tightly, their cute smiling faces seemingly in anticipation.

"Mhm...Feels nice." He sighed contentedly before wrapping his arms around the two girls

They massaged his shoulders while pressing their bodies closer to him, nearly leaning against him, clearly trying to use the strength of the full muscle group of their arms to strengthen the spindly arms of their short bodies.

(Such adorable little creatures... Thank you so much, but while it does help me relax...I am getting hard...I don't think hugging like this will be able to fix the problem...I might attack you both.)

It brought a warmth through his body that helped ease his exhaustion even more.

In a way, it felt nice having them both sitting so close to him. Up close, they both looked absolutely captivating.

To have such gorgeous goddesses touching him so intimately, so respectfully and gently, was probably the sweetest thing ever...and he wanted to repay them...but he held himself back.

They were as cute as expected; the scent of both of their skin wafted onto his senses, and the soft warmth of their touches started soothing his stress once again.

But still, the worries inside of his mind lingered.

(Nah, I promised myself not to worry so much. Let's just relax for now.)

Yomite's eyes seemed to glaze over, staring forward blankly, in a trance-like state. It looked like his mind was elsewhere entirely, perhaps lost in memories of past or thinking about something very important...or maybe...just using every ounce of his strength to hold his boner from popping.

Fischl wondered what he was thinking about when they were doing their best to cheer him up by massaging his shoulders.

It only took a second for his gaze to clear, however, turning to look over at her with those golden orbs, and she immediately felt relieved.

Her lips curled into a gentle smile, stretching her full mouth into something truly welcoming, hiding any lingering unease and sense of worry she had for the boy.

She held out her arms invitingly, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder, hoping that her touch would be warm enough to feel soothing to him.

Leaning forward, her lips brushed the side of his face lightly before kissing him softly, closing her eyes at the familiar taste of his skin and scent.

Barbara stopped with the massage and put her hand on her mouth in suprise. "Oh my...you two seem...rather close."

"Correct, he is my...lover."

Fischl's voice was calm yet somehow deep, seeming to carry a certain authority that compelled attention and respect.

She seemed perfectly fine answering her question, unbothered by the intimate nature of their relationship nor felt any shame.

"You guys..." Barbara was stunned by the sudden reveal being presented so casually, making out with someone was usually quite explicit and intimate. Yet there they were, snuggling up to each other right in front of her eyes...

The pair was completely ignoring her presence now, being in the world of their own making.

"...Are you truly alright?" Fischl asked him softly, her usual melodic chuuni voice and speech pattern becoming nonexistent, bringing forth the inner Amy who was just a normal girl in love.

She waited until he gave her a reassuing nod in return.

"Everything is fine. Thanks for worrying about me. Let's go and call the others. We are in Liyue to enjoy ourselves, after all. No need to get stressed." He replied calmly, waving his hand with a dismissive gesture.

He hugged Fischl as he stood from the chair, keeping his hand firmly wrapped around hers as he led her outside of the room.

Barbara also followed them wordlessly, her eyes narrowing curiously as she observed the pair.