Drama King Kuma Is Online

That pitiful look, paired with the natural cuteness bonus inherent to the beast-eared race, had an off-the-charts lethality.

Lynch's defenses crumbled in an instant.

"Oh, come on kid, what are you talking about!"

Lynch's heart ached for her. After all, she was the MVP who had helped him earn system rewards and carried a whole load of medicinal herbs for him along the way.

He turned to look at Felsy, his eyes full of pleading. "Honey, look how pitiful this kid is... Besides, that room is just sitting empty anyway. Having another person around will make the house a bit livelier. Plus, she can help you with the heavy lifting so you can take it easy, right?"

Seeing Lynch practically overflowing with fatherly affection, Felsy fell silent.

She knew Lynch was a bleeding heart.

If she forcefully kicked Kuma out right now, Lynch wouldn't say anything, but he would definitely be disappointed. He might even think she was being too callous.

...Forget it.

Felsy sighed inwardly.

If he liked having her around... then so be it.

"I have no objections."

Felsy said nonchalantly, opening her book once more.

But the moment she lowered her head, her lips moved slightly. Through a mental link, she delivered a warning to Kuma that only the Demon Race could hear:

"If you dare to disrupt my life with him, I will tie you to the windmill and leave you spinning for three days."

"Understood, My Lady! This subordinate will be nothing but air! Completely invisible!"

Kuma nodded frantically in her mind, but on the outside, she flashed an innocent, radiant smile. "Thank you, big sister Felsy! Thank you, big brother Lynch! I'll go tidy up my room right now!"

With that, she darted toward the side room like a cheerful little rabbit, terrified that Felsy might change her mind.

...

"That kid sure is full of energy."

Lynch smiled and shook his head before closing the door to the courtyard, shutting out the biting wind.

Quiet settled over the house once more.

Only this time, there was a subtle tension lingering in the silence.

Lynch walked up behind Felsy's chair. Instead of sitting down like he normally would, he hesitated for a moment before reaching out and gently placing his hands on her shoulders.

Felsy's body instantly tensed up.

"Wh... what is it?" she asked without turning around, her voice sounding a bit strained.

"I've noticed you rubbing your shoulders a lot lately. Are you feeling unwell because of the changing weather?" Lynch's voice drifted down from above, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "Plus, you've been helping me draft the blueprints for the new medicinal garden these past few days. You must be exhausted."

The current medicinal garden out front had been built two years ago. Now, with the worsening beast hordes and the villagers' growing need for medical treatment, it just wasn't big enough anymore.

Lynch had been considering an expansion.

Since Felsy possessed knowledge of magical formations, Lynch had asked her for quite a bit of advice regarding the garden's construction.

Originally, Felsy couldn't be bothered to get involved. But Lynch had absolutely zero artistic talent, and the fences he designed were hideously ugly.

As a Demon Witch raised under the dark aesthetics of an elite demon education, Felsy simply couldn't tolerate looking at such eyesores.

She also treated it as a relaxing pastime to pass the days while recovering from her injuries.

To her surprise, Lynch actually thought she was overworking herself.

Maintaining her poker face, Felsy replied nonchalantly:

"I'm fine."

"Don't push yourself," Lynch chuckled. "As it happens, I know an ancestral massage technique that's perfect for relieving fatigue and soothing the meridians. Want to... give it a try tonight?"

A massage?

Felsy was taken aback.

In the culture of the Demon Race, physical contact usually meant one of two things: combat, or... an extremely intimate ritual.

In the past, if anyone had dared to offer her a massage, their hand would have already been reduced to ashes.

But the one making the offer was Lynch.

Feeling the warmth radiating from the hands resting on her shoulders, she found that she didn't hate it. In fact... it inexplicably calmed the slight irritation she had been feeling ever since Kuma's arrival.

Is he trying to... butter me up?

Is he worried I'm upset about him taking Kuma in?

The corners of Felsy's lips curled up into an almost imperceptible smile, but she quickly forced it down.

"An ancestral technique? An apothecary like you knows how to do that?" she asked with deliberate skepticism, trying to mask her quickening heartbeat.

"You can never have too many skills! Even if it's just to pamper my wife in the future, I had to learn a trick or two," Lynch spouted shamelessly (the skill was actually a reward from his system). "Let's give it a try. If you feel uncomfortable, just say the word and I'll stop."

Felsy remained silent for a moment.

She could feel that her human vessel, which had only just begun to recover, had indeed accumulated quite a bit of soreness. Besides...

Since they were husband and wife, this level of physical contact was perfectly normal, right?

"Well, if you insist..."

Felsy closed her book and gently rested it on her lap, trying her best to sound completely indifferent.

"I suppose I can... reluctantly let you give it a try. But if you do a sloppy job, I'm docking your allowance."

To Lynch, her tsundere remark was like music to his ears.

"You got it! Just leave it to me!"

Lynch was overjoyed.

This was going to be the grand debut of his Divine-Tier Massage Technique!

Anything produced by the system was guaranteed to be top-notch.

"So... shall we head to the bedroom?" Lynch asked tentatively.

After all, a chair wasn't exactly the best place for a proper massage; she would need to lie down.

"Mhm."

Felsy stood up and, without looking at Lynch, walked straight toward the bedroom. However, under the warm glow of the lights, her slightly flushed earlobes looked incredibly alluring.

...

Meanwhile.

In the side room across the courtyard.

Kuma, who had just finished arranging her straw bed, had her ear pressed flat against the cold wall, trying to eavesdrop on whatever was happening in the main house.

Thanks to a soundproofing barrier, she couldn't make out their exact conversation, but her sharp senses detected two auras moving from the living room toward the bedroom.

"Hehehe..."

Covering her mouth, Kuma let out a sleazy chuckle that completely betrayed her youthful appearance.

"Not bad at all! I knew staying here was the right move!"

"A minute ago they were bickering over me moving in, and now they're already heading into the bedroom? Tsk, tsk, tsk. The way humans make up sure is straightforward and primal."

"Oh, Lady Witch, Lady Witch... Your lips say you're just using this human, but your body is quite honest..."

Kuma pulled a small notebook from her clothes. By the light of the moon, she solemnly jotted down her observation diary for the day:

[Undercover Diary: Day 1] [Objective: Observe the dynamic between Lady Witch and the human known as Lynch.] [Event: To secure lodging for this agent, Lynch risked offending Lady Witch. However, the two of them promptly retreated to the bedroom, presumably to engage in a secret ritual known as a massage.] [Deduction: Lynch possesses a special skill capable of pacifying Lady Witch. This individual's threat level has been raised! Requires close observation!]

Having finished writing, Kuma closed the notebook with a satisfied grin and slipped under the covers.

Even though the blanket was a bit worn, compared to the rock-hard obsidian floors of the Scorched Lands, this place was absolute paradise.

"Good night, Lady Witch. Good night, weird human landlord."

"I hope you two have a... fierce battle tonight. Kukuku..."