Chapter 130: Sis, Are You Here to Steal My Man?!

Chapter 130: Sis, Are You Here to Steal My Man?!

“I won’t go tomorrow.” After making up his mind, Louis said: “I’m still undocumented right now, so I shouldn’t show my face—I need to handle my household registration with the Earl tomorrow.”

Ocris felt a little disappointed inside, and without Louis, she also felt a tiny bit less secure. However, her face showed an expression that said ‘it makes no difference whether you’re here or not.’

The ladies soon started chatting again.

Louis talked with the Mages for a while. Recently, the Mages had been studying Magic Scrolls. The books Louis gave them contained knowledge on this topic, and some had already managed to make some. Louis checked their results and offered some suggestions. Then he asked about their plans for the next day.

Since the Duke planned to provide some funds for the Mage Association, several Mages would go hunting tomorrow, and they would casually discuss the funding matter.

The rest planned to stay at the hotel to study and wait for the festival, then go with Louis to attend.

Louis nodded, left them some assignments, then checked the time and went back to his room to get ready to bathe and sleep.

Not long after, Lilith yawned and told her sister she was going back to her room to sleep first—but the moment she left, she sneaked away stealthily.

Yingling pretended not to see. First, she chatted cheerfully with Ocris for a while, then she found an excuse and went to Lilith’s room, gritting her teeth in anger.

Sure enough, she found no one there—and there was a pile of messy clothes on the bed, along with small stockings of various colors. There were also some rabbit ears, cat ears, and other things.

Yingling almost fainted from anger. She instantly used Apparition to go to Louis’s suite. After searching around, she found that Louis seemed to be taking a bath in the bathroom.

“Who is it? How come you came in without knocking?” Louis asked with his eyes closed while rubbing soap.

From the living room, Lilith’s voice rang out: “Guess who~”

Then, music started playing.

‘Rotten girl! How can you sneak into someone’s room like this and offer yourself up on a silver platter!’

Yingling was furious. She stormed into the living room and found Lilith, wearing a cheongsam, bent over with her butt sticking out, shaking her head and fiddling with the record player. The cloth covering her fox ears and rabbit ears swayed back and forth. She looked incredibly happy.

“Oh, you finished so fast—I have to go hunting tomorrow, but I haven’t learned how to ride a horse yet, what should I do? Can you teach me today?” Lilith said as she turned around.

But then she saw her sister standing with hands on hips, eyes blazing with fire as she stared at her. Lilith was so scared the fur on her tail stood on end.

Yingling grabbed Lilith’s ear and whacked her head hard with a small fan. After a few hits, Lilith was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes. But then her sister glared, and the younger sister forced her tears back.

After disciplining her sister, Yingling sat fuming on the sofa, crossing her legs and stewing for a long time.

Seeing her sister still lying on the sofa crying, Yingling felt even more furious and angrier: “And you have the face to cry! Shameless! You’ve embarrassed the whole family!”

“If you were just an ordinary girl, fine, but you’re a noble! How will you ever get married? Be someone’s concubine?!”

Thinking of this made Yingling even angrier.

Louis seemed to be a Prince from the Cloud Kingdom, where they didn’t adhere to monogamy. The Foxkin also originated from the Cloud Kingdom, and historically didn’t practice monogamy either—Yingling’s aunt was a concubine.

But Lilith was a noble! The eldest legitimate child! How could she be someone’s concubine?!

“How far has your relationship developed?”

Seeing her sister just pretending to cry and not answering, Yingling smacked her sister’s butt with her fan.

“Ehehe… Didn’t you say… ehehe, didn’t you also cling to the Faceless One’s leg?”

Hearing her sister mention her master’s matter, Yingling exploded. She gave her another round of little slaps—back when she hadn’t had a relationship with Louis, Yingling had swaggered around borrowing his authority. Now that there really was a relationship, she was afraid others would find out.

“Who clung to anyone’s leg! Who clung to anyone’s leg! (“Don’t hit, don’t hit so hard…”) I already said the Faceless One is the ‘Thousand-Faced Lantern Reaper Pol.’ How could I possibly have a relationship with this undead ghost! (“Don’t pull my ear, aaaaah!”) It was all a lie we spread on purpose to attract Harold!”

“I never clung to anyone’s leg! I got to where I am today by my own ability and methods! The spokesperson is also that old ghost Polst!”

Yingling scolded while hitting.

But this Lilith was thick-skinned. While getting hit, she still talked back: “Ouch, ouch, ouch—but that’s what you taught me. You said that if I meet an especially important figure, I should cling to their coattails. I just want to cling to Louis’s coattails. He’s important, I’ll be his concubine! Wuwuwu, it hurts, stop hitting, stop hitting…”

Seeing her sister actually using her own words against her so righteously, Yingling was so angry it felt like the Moon Goddess was emerging and the Archmage ascending. She grabbed her sister’s ear and gave her another round of little fan slaps.

She disciplined Lilith until she lay on the sofa crying, her ears drooping.

After the round of discipline, Yingling caught her breath, exhausted. Her chest heaved. She seemed to feel a bit tired. She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and lit her Smoking Pipe.

She had been feeling restless all day. Seeing the record still playing music made her even angrier.

“What garbage music!” She got up and turned off the record player. Then she stared at the record and froze.

She picked it up and looked at it, then shook her head—the music was somewhat similar, but not the same.

“Where did you find this lousy record?” Yingling glared and turned to ask her sister.

Lilith wiped her eyes and pointed at the luggage beside the sofa.

Yingling looked down and saw it was Louis’s suitcase—actually, Louis had stayed at the hotel for two days, but today was the first time he returned to his room to pack his luggage.

After Lilith came today, she saw the suitcase was open, so she rummaged through it, making the inside a complete mess.

Now, Yingling couldn’t help but rummage through it too.

A familiar, faint, fresh scent drifted into Yingling’s nose. Her heart involuntarily fluttered with panic. She picked up a shirt, raised her little nose, and carefully sniffed it.

Lilith secretly peeked upwards—this girl wasn’t like Helen, who got scared after a scolding from her sister. She was unusually thick-skinned. Previously, when Louis spanked her butt until it was swollen in the office, she hardly shed a tear. So her so-called crying was just an act.

Now, seeing her sister actually sniffing Louis’s shirt, she exploded. She jumped up from the sofa.

“Sis, what are you doing? Why are you always sniffing Louis’s clothes!” Lilith reached out and pounced, trying to snatch Louis’s shirt back.

“Get lost!” Her sister glared, and Lilith immediately shrank back onto the sofa, behaving herself—in this world, aside from Louis, she feared her sister the most.

Yingling picked up the shirt and sniffed it again, her expression growing increasingly strange, her whole body trembling unnaturally.

She rummaged through the luggage some more. After a bunch of random things were pulled out, a strange scroll painting appeared before Yingling’s eyes.

She picked it up and looked. Yingling discovered the scene in the scroll seemed to be a Secret Realm. And the recently vacationing Mr. Ross, who had gone home, was inside feeding chickens—the chickens had already grown bigger than dogs. The largest rooster was almost as big as an ostrich.

A few other people were nearby chatting, drinking, and playing cards—suddenly, Stuart looked up.

A lightning bolt seemed to flash in Yingling’s mind. She knelt stiffly on the sofa.

A pink record suddenly fell out of the suitcase onto the floor.

Yingling numbly picked up that record. After looking at it, trembling all over, she crawled to the record player and played the music.

“Sis, this music is even worse garbage than the last one.” Lilith was speechless. Wasn’t this the music she used to play at the Red Fox Den? Her sister had said this music was especially vulgar and scolded her for it.

“Is it really that lousy?”

The sound of footsteps came from the distance. Lilith looked up and saw it was Louis.

This time, Lilith really cried, seeking comfort—it’s over, my sister came to break us up, I can’t be your concubine anymore, our relationship ends here today.

But then she saw Louis walk over and start fondling her sister’s ears with a smile.

Lilith was shocked: “Louis, are you trying to get killed! My sister will murder you!”

“Sounds wonderful.” Yingling wagged her tail, looked up with a pleading expression, pouted her lips, and said in a cutesy voice: “Louis has the best taste taste.”

Lilith was dumbfounded—Sis, what on earth are you doing?!

Which one of us is shameless here?!

Ha! You came in the middle of the night, beat me up, and gave me a big lecture with so much effort.

And it was all just to steal my man?!