"How... how do you have that?!" Anthe stammered. No one dared forge the Elven seal.
"Why do you think I came back? I'm an exchange student," Alistair said, tossing the letter onto the shoe cabinet carelessly.
"You... you treat an Elven invitation so casually!" Anthe looked like she was having a heart attack.
"Calm down. I haven't even begun to punish you for that 'trash-tier' comment," Alistair said, cracking his knuckles as he stepped toward her.
Danger! Anthe didn't hesitate. She slammed the door and sprinted back to her mother's apartment.
"Brats will be brats," Alistair muttered. He went back inside. Only Hachishaku and Kuchisake-onna were left in the room.
"Where are the others?"
"In the TV. Inu went shopping," Hachishaku said, lounging on the bed in a white nightgown. Her long legs were swaying, and she looked surprisingly innocent while scrolling through her phone. "Admiring the view? You can have a taste now if you want."
"No, I was just thinking that Kuchisake-onna looks like the perfect housewife," Alistair said.
With her hair tied back in a side-braid—the "Dead Mom" hairstyle—and her facial slits hidden by magic, she looked incredibly wholesome.
"Her legend says she was a wife betrayed by her husband," Hachishaku teased. "She's programmed to be the 'perfect bride.' And her 'sensitivity' is off the charts. Her husband cheated because he couldn't handle how 'tight' and 'needy' she was. Want to test it?"
"Nice try," Alistair rolled his eyes. "You're just trying to get her to tire me out before tonight, right?"
"I'm going to use the bathroom," Alistair added, walking out.
Once he was gone, Hachishaku turned to Kuchisake-onna. "He's sharp. But I've already called Hanako. Tonight, we'll double-team him. He thinks he's the hunter, but we're the ones with the home-field advantage!"
In the bathroom, Alistair pulled out his "Lava Dragon." After finishing his business, he gave it a quick shake.
Poof!
Suddenly, Hanako appeared right in front of him, sitting on the toilet tank.
"Oof!" Alistair's "Lava Dragon" accidentally poked right into her mouth as she materialized at that exact height.
Nia~ nia~ nia~
Hanako didn't pull away. She gripped Alistair's hips and began to swirl her tongue around the massive, twenty-five-centimeter member.
"Hanako... wait..." Alistair's breath hitched. The "Lava Dragon" hardened instantly.
She worked him with practiced ease, her throat stretching to accommodate his girth. The suction was incredible—like she was trying to drain the magma directly from the dragon's gut.
"Hanako, I'm close..."
Gulp, gulp—
The hot "magma" erupted, filling her mouth and sliding down her throat. She swallowed every drop, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
She pulled away, licking her lips. "I am Hanako of the toilet, not a 'toilet' for your cum! Cleaning up after you? How disgusting!" She stuck her tongue out, though she didn't look disgusted at all.