Reincarnated as an Elder: I Became the Strongest Summoned Beast in Another World

Chapter 28 Death on a Pink Night

"Oh? A new guest I've never met before~ Come, let me pour you a drink first, shall I?"

In the ambiguous reception room, the white jade floor was covered with pink and red rose petals, and the walls were decorated with love and affection-themed reliefs.

Heissen, sweating profusely and with a mysterious blush, burst through the door, then collapsed onto the fragrant rose-covered cushion.

"God...am I...am I in heaven?"

Heissen lay on the ground, delirious and muttering to himself, as the people who were there helped him up. He was on the verge of death.

He helped her older sister up; she was dressed in a bunny girl outfit that was far too avant-garde for the time. Heysen only caught a glimpse of the high-arched, round pom-pom tail and immediately...

Red sprays upwards, white sprays downwards.

"Is that all? He dares to call himself a man? I usually start at an hour."

At the very top of the ceiling, Mao Die and Hong Shi Xi'an, who had ascended by the wind, were peeking through the light to discover the secrets within.

"He's such a disappointment."

Mao Die first nodded in agreement, then slapped the young master's head with his claws and ruthlessly exposed him.

"We're all men, you can fool your brothers, but be careful not to fool yourself too."

"Don't be so boring!"

Hong Shih-an gave a bitter smile, pointed to the hole, and changed the subject, saying, "Let's watch the show, let's get down to business."

Let's continue watching.

Heissen was helped to a seat to the side, where a bunny girl brought her a mysterious pink drink, deliberately tapping it on the table to make the alluring liquid sway.

Like a girl's waves enticing him, Heissen couldn't look away... Of course, he was looking at the larger pair of shimmering, bobbing breasts.

"Ugh~ I hate it~"

The older sister dodged and weaved, twisting her body but cleverly pressing herself against him, rubbing the rabbit tail-decorated fur against Heissen's ear.

Poor and pathetic Xiao Chunan didn't even have a chance to draw his sword; he was disarmed twice in just a few minutes.

"Oh? Are you tired, sir? Here, let me feed you a drink first~"

The shimmering weapon held the wine glass and steadily brought it to Heissen's lips, at most creating small ripples on the surface of the wine.

"Excellent work, deserves a reward."

Hong Shi Xi'an, as expected of a seasoned veteran, immediately recognized the young lady's superb skills and kept whistling and praising her.

Fortunately, the ceiling is high, so the sound doesn't travel downstairs.

Don't underestimate the sound insulation of this kind of place!

"Great, I'm thirsty!"

Heissen seemed unsure how to react, his face tense as if he were solemnly committing an absurd misdeed, even his lines were so... laughable.

Perhaps to save face, or perhaps because he knew nothing but still wanted to show off, his next line, delivered with a serious expression, was utterly absurd:

"Someone, bring a large cup!"

"Wow~ You really can't judge a book by its cover! I never imagined this fair-skinned, thin young master would have such a huge capacity for alcohol?"

The bunny girl got up and left with a smile, then took a bright red special drink and placed it on the double-edged sword along with the pink one.

City people really know how to have fun.

"Liquor is like an old hero, the more you drink, the more vigorous it becomes. You can't leave any, guest! Even leaving a single drop will hurt someone's pride."

"That's well said; we should drink a big cup of wine in response!"

Heissen was blushing and his heart was pounding; he was drunk even before he had taken a sip.

With an excited heart and trembling hands, he was about to reach for it when the pair of weapons launched a sneak attack, striking him from both sides and delivering a devastating blow.

"Sir, really, how can you take the initiative for something like this?"

What a great facial cleanser!

"No, why him?!"

Hong Shih-an was seething with hatred, scratching at the ceiling with jealousy.

He couldn't feel sour, nor could he laugh... You know, it's not like he hasn't tasted this face wash before.

If the bunny girl is a bad woman, is Yvonne a good woman?

Maybe? Maybe...no? For some reason, although Modie felt that Yvonne was very bad and cunning, he didn't want her to be a bad woman.

He couldn't explain why, perhaps he had some unusual feelings for Yvonne herself.

"What, are you thinking of the Dean again?"

This guy's gaze is so sharp... it's like he can read minds!

"Who says otherwise? I don't know why, but I suddenly thought of her..."

As Mao Die was speaking, he suddenly realized something and was startled.

"Tell me, if a girl is willing to do this for money, what is she after?"

"What else could it be? As a man, you should be enjoying this, my good brother."

Hong Shih-an, a veteran in the dating scene, patted him on the back and gave him a heartfelt warning.

"Women like men's sweet talk simply because they expect them to keep their word."

He suddenly looked at Mao Die, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"And you, my brother, why did you betray this perfect match where she loved you and you were willing to be together?"

"I……"

Mao Die paused again, unsure whether he panicked because he had nothing to say or was trying to cover up his mistake after being hit where it hurt. He then turned his attention back to Heissen, who was watching him.

When people feel guilty, they always pretend to be very busy.

"Hurry, hurry, they're inside!"

Hong Shih-an was a man of high emotional intelligence, and he used this as an excuse to help Maud out of the predicament.

"This guy is really throwing money around."

Mao's words were a double entendre, both an accurate assessment of Heissen and a sarcastic jab at his spending spree.

Many gold coins were scattered on the ground, falling onto the trampled and tattered rose petals.

Gold coins, like the dignity of men and women, were so cheaply thrown to the ground.

The petals, like pure love, were trampled and destroyed by money and snobbery.

"I don't really want to watch it anymore, since I already know the ending anyway."

Hong Shih-an tried to pull Mao Die along to watch the commotion, but Mao shook his head and swatted him away with a paw.

He was thinking about himself, about Furlyn, and about Ivinel.

He loved Furlyn, but for some reason, or perhaps due to unforeseen circumstances, he had to maintain a delicate distance from her.

Yvonne deeply loved him, but because of Furlyn's preemptive move in her previous life, she was left with regrets. Yet, she had no regrets, and in this life, she still would...

Mao Die felt sorry for them; this was his true feeling.

Even so, he was determined to carry out his plan, even if it meant remaining a hypocritical, straight man.

"That's true, I've had enough of this kind of thing too."

A cat and a human, two good brothers, sit side by side on the roof, gazing at the starry sky, enjoying the cool breeze, laughing heartily yet remaining silent.

It was a dark and windy night, and the magic circle on that black magic book should have been emitting a faint glow in Heissen's dimly lit room, until it exploded into a dazzling brilliance.

Then, things will inevitably turn into their opposites when they reach their extremes.

The light will eventually disappear in an instant, and Heyson, that pitiful and pathetic yellow dog, will also die here, in the ultimate pleasure he has pursued all his life but has never been able to obtain.

This was the price he paid for his sins. Heaven knows how he died. Only Maodie knows.