Following the heavy revelations, Eros didn't speak another word, focusing solely on heading back. Halfway there, he suddenly felt a pressing urge.

  "Damn! I shouldn't have downed those two cups of black tea from my stinky sister."

  Thanks to the good habits formed in his past life, he didn't just pick a random tree to "mark his territory." Instead, he decided to hold it until he got back. And so, he sped along with his legs tightly together.

  A while later, his destination was in sight. He lunged into a patch of shadow and reappeared directly in the shadows of his own bathroom. With one stride, he reached the toilet and began to "process" the excess fluid in his system. It was a glorious release, prompting an involuntary sigh of appreciation.

  Then, he noticed something was off. Why was the bathroom light still on at this hour?

  He turned around, only to see his "stinky sister" Undine sitting in the bathtub, staring at him blankly. The atmosphere froze for a heartbeat. Eros gave a dry laugh. "Why are you just washing up now?"

  Undine’s lips quirked. Why now? Because she had been waiting for a certain "dog-thing" to come home! Wait... Washing? Bathing? Herself?!

  In an instant, reality hit. Her face flushed a brilliant red. Fortunately, there were enough bubbles in the tub to completely shroud her body. "How can you just barge in like that!" she cried in embarrassment.

  Normally, Eros might have teased her, but he was still in that state of "tranquil heart" (post-action calm). He simply shrugged. "It was an emergency! How was I supposed to know you were in here? Besides, it’s not like there’s anything worth seeing anyway. Just average. Hmph!"

  Undine was both shamed and infuriated. She grabbed the nearest object and hurled it at him. "You dog-thing! Get out!"

  After throwing it, she realized she had picked up the wrong item. A wave of even deeper shame washed over her. Seeing the object caught effortlessly by that "dog-thing," she let out a cry of despair: "Give it back! Give it back now!"

  Eros caught the flying object and glanced at it. He snorted, then stuffed it into his pocket. "Confiscated!"

  He finished zipping up, flushed the toilet, and walked out the door amidst Undine’s embarrassed protests.

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  A while later, as Eros was leaning against his headboard, he was suddenly placed in a headlock.

  "Give it back!" Undine hissed, her voice trembling with embarrassment. Looking at her—hair still damp, eyes swimming with shame—Eros was amused. "Nope!"

  "You... dog... thing... give... it... back!" Undine gnashed her teeth, shaking his neck with all her might.

  "Heh! I won't! What are you going to do, bite me? Who told you to throw it at me?"

  Undine was fuming. "That’s mine... it's useless to you anyway!"

  Eros wore a mysterious grin. "You guess~"

  At that ambiguous answer, Undine’s entire face turned crimson. She pointed at him, "You... you... you..." She couldn't even finish a sentence. Seeing the smirk on his face, she finally broke. She let go of his neck and buried her face in a pillow, letting out muffled whimpers of frustration.

  Teasing this sister is truly the best, Eros thought, a smile tugging at his lips. He patted her head and said, "I’m going to wash up." He got up and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

  Only after the sound of running water filled the room did Undine lift her face. She glared at the bathroom door and pouted, whispering, "That dog-thing!" Then, thinking of something else, she buried her face back in the pillow, a soft cry of embarrassment echoing in the room.

  Inside the bathroom, Eros sat in the tub and called out: "Irina, can you help me scrub my back?"

  As soon as he spoke, a tall, graceful figure emerged from the shadows—Irina. Her face was also dusted with a rosy hue. She hesitated for a few seconds, took a deep breath as if suppressing her shyness, and stepped into the bathtub.

  The next day, Eros teased Ayesha as usual. However, Ayesha’s gaze toward him was complicated, likely due to the upcoming kidnapping mission.

  Eros didn't care about her shifting expressions, though they didn't escape him. Thinking about the kidnapping task made him want to laugh. Last night, during his "deep exchange" with Natalia, he had requested to join the mission, and she had agreed.

  After all, the whole world knew the Rose Duke’s title came from the Church as a reward for slaughtering the Remnants of the Night. For a Remnant like him to want to kidnap the Rose heir was perfectly logical—it was a blood feud. Natalia had even warned him repeatedly not to kill the target, only to take him alive; otherwise, they’d do it alone.

  And so, the mission had become "Eros kidnapping himself."

  Ayesha trembled as she watched Eros laughing to himself for no reason. Eros glanced at her. Tonight, he planned to "check" his "cheap daughter’s" body. His intuition told him that the "Goddess’s Grace" Natalia received was a trap. The Silver Moon Goddess was up to no good.

  He had checked Natalia thoroughly last night and found nothing. If she was fine, the problem had to be in the bloodline she passed down—meaning Ayesha.

  Seeing Eros staring at her, Ayesha ducked her head, trying to avoid his gaze. Eros patted her head. The rest of the day was normal: teasing Ayesha in class, playing cards with Undine afterward, and feeding the "white rabbit" at lunch.

  Until night fell, and darkness shrouded the world.

  In the middle of the night, Eros snapped his eyes open. His figure blurred, turning into a pool of shadow that flowed beneath the bed and vanished. On the other side of the room, Undine remained blissfully unaware, sleeping soundly and occasionally smacking her lips in her dreams.