Many people are unaware that Tsukimori's Everlasting Pavilion is also a hidden hub of aristocratic opulence, no less impressive than the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Simply attending one of their Moonlit Treasures Exhibition would convince you—the countless artifacts and weapons brought from the Lunar Capital hold value so immense it defies description.

However, Tsukimori's people maintain an understated demeanor, unlike the extravagant display of wealth by certain noble girls. Since these lunar relics are almost never sold, their affluence remains largely unknown. In real estate matters, both domains share remarkable similarities due to their respective time-manipulators who expanded their residences into infinite spaces. No corridor in either domain has ever been surpassed in length.

Given this context, Tsukimori's intimacy with Yozakura isn't surprising at all. Their similarities are astonishing—both names contain five characters including three-character surnames and "night" in their given names, with time-based abilities... What kind of cosmic force aligned them so perfectly? Why hasn't their pairing ever been considered?

But that doesn't matter now. Currently in the outdoor hot spring at Everlasting Pavilion's backyard, two childish maids are soaked up to their chests in steaming water when Tsukimori suddenly pounces from behind during Yozakura's bath.

"Mmm... this silky skin..." she murmurs, her hands roaming freely while pressing against Yozakura's back with unrestrained delight.

"Wait! What are you doing? You're being perverted!" Yozakura gasps in alarm, instinctively rising from the water as Tsukimori clings to her like a koala. But no matter how she struggles, the girl remains attached.

"Enjoying the perks of course," Tsukimori smirks mischievously, blowing warm air into Yozakura's ear. A shudder runs through Yozakura as crimson spreads across her cheeks and she collapses onto a nearby rock with trembling legs.

Now straddling beside her, Tsukimori turns Yozakura over before parting her thighs to explore that delicate area with practiced hands. "Like this?" she teases, "How's the sensation?"

"I can't believe you'd indulge in such... you schemer!" Yozakura exclaims in mortified realization while struggling against Tsukimori's hold. "Why can't I move at all?!"

"These hot springs are special," Tsukimori whispers conspiratorially, blowing another breath into the girl's ear. "The water contains beneficial ingredients designed to enhance sensitivity—exactly like this state you're in."

"You've planned everything!" Yozakura protests as her resistance weakens against the relentless stimulation.

"Of course," Tsukimori replies with a sly grin, "My signature Moon Probing Technique usually lasts 15 minutes. Even that mushroom-haired girl lasted only 14... I'd say you're at about 10 minutes now."

Meanwhile, Lin Luo stares in stunned silence from the hot spring's edge—completely missing Tsukimori's hidden penchant for such intimate encounters.

The small circular pool (no more than ten meters across) offers no privacy as he witnesses their compromising positions with full clarity. The sight of Yozakura lying flat on her back while Tsukimori perches over her like a predator... and those unmistakable snow-white felines...

Wait, why white? Of course—their tiny bodies can't possibly develop fur at ten years old!

Yet even knowing Tsukimori's bold nature, he hadn't anticipated this blatant exhibitionism. Is he invisible to them?

As conflicting emotions churn within him—equal parts embarrassment and arousal—he decides to intervene. Just as Tsukimori reaches peak intensity, Lin Luo suddenly steps forward to grab her waist.

The sudden emptiness startles Tsukimori who immediately protests, "What are you doing? Put me down!"

"Enough playing around," Lin Luo sighs, "Otherwise this will end in harmony."

"I'm working!" she retorts indignantly.

Lin Luo chuckles knowingly as Tsukimori's childish nature surfaces once more through her scheming facade. When his warning falls on deaf ears, she suddenly kicks—her lightning-fast legs striking his most vulnerable spot.

"Shit!"

Completely unclothed like the girls (why worry about modesty?), Lin Luo feels the impact immediately. Though his body resists damage from atomic explosions, this was a direct hit that forced him to reflexively throw Tsukimori away while clutching himself in pain.

"Hah!" she cackles triumphantly mid-air—but before she can escape, Lin Luo endures through the agony and catches her ankle with blinding speed.

"Y-you're still here?!" Tsukimori shrieks in disbelief as both limbs are suddenly immobilized. Her protests die immediately when she notices what's swaying just inches from her face.

Though previously unflinching, this close proximity proves too much even for her. Flushing crimson, she instinctively averts her gaze—only to realize with horror that Lin Luo might have seen the same compromising position she's in.

"Damn it!" she growls as another thought hits—Lin Luo must've noticed their intimate angle. Just twenty centimeters separate his gaze from...

With sudden resolve, Tsukimori makes one last desperate move: biting down on the thing causing her trouble.

"Aaaagh!!"

A guttural scream erupts from Lin Luo's throat as his face contorts green with pain. "Quick! Let go—before it breaks!"

"I'll let go when YOU release me!" she mumbles through clenched teeth, tears welling up in humiliation. If only there was another option...

Meanwhile, Yozakura finally regains consciousness to witness this absurd tableau frozen between them.

"What... what is going on?!"