Patchouli wanted to die, she was so ashamed.

The Soul Tome is a grimoire of mental magic.

If the target of the spell is powerful enough, their minds won't be completely dominated. They are still aware of the environment to a certain extent.

Patchouli was aware of what she was doing, she was in a half-conscious state.

She is also aware that her subconscious mind is treating Wu Yan like Marisa and smooching him.

Why wouldn't she be embarrassed?

Her first kiss was gone and Wu Yan was already feeling up all her sweet spots. For a lady like her, this is a great travesty.

Other than Marisa who stole her books, this is the second time she was forced to suffer a loss.

She lost big time.

Worse yet, Wu Yan is getting deft very quickly. He found almost all her sensitive spots.

Slowly but surely, Patchouli could sense her body heating up. Her reptilian brain and instinct to breed were kicking in.

She also couldn't believe the voices she was making.

"Mnnhh... Nnn... Chup..."

Her tongue was fighting a tongue sword fight with Wu Yan.

Things escalated until they reached a critical point. The two tongues unbound as she heaved a large sigh.

"Phew..."

Her misty eyes and blushing cheeks would lure in anyone who gazed upon her mien.

"Jeez..."

Wu Yan scanned Mukyu (Patchouli) up and down. With one hand on her waist and another rubbing her biological baby bottle.

"You're a high-level mage, the time elapsed should have been enough to let you recover from this mental spell."

He analyzed.

Her misty eyes were shining brighter with the light of consciousness.

However, her expression was still like someone struck by lightning, she just let Wu Yan continue subjecting her to this blissful torture.

Wu Yan raised an eyebrow before squeezing her huge cans.

"Mnn..."

Patchouli squirmed slightly as her expression shifted multiple times.

From anger, and shame, to bashfulness.

She squirmed again.

"L-Let me go."

Patchouli said but her body language was hinting differently.

Wu Yan could tell that she was still under her spell.

Wu Yan grinned. He hugged her even tighter while going through the ABCs with her hooters as the joysticks.

"Oh, Gosh noooo~"

Patchouli struggled harder.

"Let... me go."

"Let you go?"

Wu Yan smirked.

"Sure, after you tell me why you attacked me."

Patchouli stopped briefly. She tried to play it cool.

"Wh-what attack?"

"Don't play dumb with me."

Wu Yan grinned at her.

"I can sense magic residue. You're trying to tell me that wasn't from you?"

Wu Yan got closer as if to kiss her. Finally, Patchouli caved in.

"I just wanted to see what your true intentions were, for the sake of the Red Devil Mansion."

"You want to know my plan?"

Wu Yan narrowed his eyes.

"You still don't trust me?"

"I-It's your fault."

Patchouli tried to protest but his hands were still holding her puppies hostage.

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"If you explained properly the deal between you and the young miss, we wouldn't have doubted you."

"Are you sure about that?"

Wu Yan asked.

"Even if I said everything, would that really satisfy your curiosity?"

"A-at least, it's better than not knowing."

Patchouli tried to push Wu Yan's chest away.

"If you don't have anything to hide then prove it."

"Oh?"

Wu Yan smiled.

"You want me to tell you where I came from?"

"Remi allowed you to stay here because of Flan-sama, but since you're living here..."

Patchouli was having a hard time speaking because Wu Yan sent jolts of pleasure up her brain with each skillful twist of his fingers.

"You want all of us to trust you without telling us more about yourself?"

Wu Yan thought about it.

Patchouli is still on the verge of caving in, that's because Wu Yan never stopped massaging her jugs.

"You're right, since we live together, we should be at ease around one another."

Wu Yan lifted her chin up before pecking her on the lips.

"For you, I will reconsider."

With that, Wu Yan literally let her go. He waved her goodbye and went for the exit.

Patchouli, dumbfounded by him and the sight of her disheveled clothes, crouched and internally screamed.

Nope, that internal scream turned into an external shriek of the kill-me-now nature.

"Uwaaa!"

Patchouli's shriek of embarrassment echoed in the library.