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

Chapter 12 The Shift in Offense and Defense

"Oh my, you... are you Sivaria?"

As expected, he was tackled by Yvinel with the ball as soon as he stepped through the door.

What was terrifying was that her scarlet eyes gleamed with a greedy, bloodthirsty light, vaguely forming the shape of a heart, and the way she licked her fangs made it seem as if she wanted to devour him completely.

"Let me see what you look like... Hmm~ what a beautiful little fellow!"

The white fox seemed to have anticipated his return, and had been waiting at the door for a long time, with clothes prepared for him displayed on the vertical clothes rack by the door.

White trousers, white shirt, dark brown robe, a tie with a gradient of sky blue and ice blue, a pair of brown leather riding boots, and a snow deer skin sorcerer's glove on his left hand.

"I can't help but want to pamper you properly~"

Responding to her dangerous remark, Mao Die's gaze and head were buried in those soft, bouncy white breads, and for a moment he couldn't breathe.

"Ivina?! Wait... first... don't hug me so tightly..."

Unable to break free, Mao Die, out of necessity and also out of his manly nature, tentatively explored the spots on her ribs with both hands before finally settling on her waist in a gentlemanly manner.

Soft and plump, it looks just right when hidden under the robe, but when you touch it, it has a wonderful feel of a little bit of excess flesh.

Such a rare and exquisite object, it would be a shame not to handle it myself...

Mao Die didn't hesitate to use ruthless methods, targeting her alluring little fleshy parts simultaneously. With just a skillful and subtle pinch, she...

"Huh?! What...what are you doing?"

Yvonne shuddered at the ticklish sensation, pulling away as her robe billowed open, revealing her sensitive waist that trembled as if savoring the afterglow of the previous encounter.

Her panic was unusual enough, but there was something even more important—

This old woman, who usually made him blush, actually blushed from the bottom of her heart!

"I hate it!"

There are also those adorable little fists that seem to keep them young at heart; hitting them feels like they're being pampered.

"Didn't I already say I was letting go?"

Mao Die smiled wickedly, having discovered some incredible secret.

So even this white fox has a weakness?

"From now on, you'd better cooperate with me and stop having those little schemes with love in your eyes, or else I'll..."

Mao Die extended his claws, hooking his ten fingers together, his playful gaze lingering on the small, tender waist that was faintly visible beneath the hem of the robe.

"What are you going to do?"

Yvonne blushed slightly, took a half-step back with alternating small feet, and leaned her body back slightly as well.

She lowered her eyes and nodded, her face still flushed, and her skillful hands, as if surrendering, protected her chest.

What seemed to be dodging but never moved away was that completely unguarded area of ​​waist skin, the curve of the lower abdomen faintly visible along the seam of the robe.

"I'm so scared... Could you be a little gentler?"

Her alluring voice revealed a touch of languid charm.

"If you're trying to play a trick on me, you haven't improved at all."

Mao Die shook his head, both amused and exasperated. He had long seen through the woman's acting skills, but he had no intention of playing along.

True hunters often appear as prey; her charming and coy demeanor is actually a secret technique to seduce her beloved.

What a masterful manipulation of emotions, a classic case of playing hard to get, but unfortunately, Mao Die is a stubborn, unyielding man who won't fall for it.

"By the way, how did you recognize me at a glance? Is my transformation really that easy to spot?"

Without even glancing at Ivinel, whose scheme had backfired, Mao Die took off the robe and examined it closely, his face still bearing the lingering effects of what had just happened.

No matter how nonchalant he pretends to be, he is still a sacred virgin.

"Face wash" and "divine touch"—either one was enough to make him blush and his heart race. He was only pretending to be calm to prevent the old woman from taking advantage of him.

"cut……"

Yvonne gazed at him intently, her unsatisfied expression seemingly suppressed, looking pitiful.

"You blockhead, it's because I love you so deeply!"

"what?"

Seeing her eyes instantly transform into a smiling crescent, Mao Die couldn't tell if she was taking the opportunity to tease him or giving a serious answer.

"I'm serious."

"I'm serious, serious from every angle, you idiot!"

Her delicate, hunter-like hand touched his face, giving him a light pinch that was both flirtatious and seemingly a silent reproach.

"Instead of worrying unnecessarily, why don't you spare some attention for me... After all, the transformation is a little secret that belongs only to you and me~"

"...?!"

This old woman, I was unexpectedly turned around and threatened by her? And she even gave me a casual flirtation that used gentleness to overcome strength?

"You... sigh, never mind, as long as you don't give yourself away. Speaking of which, I'm actually a little curious about what I look like."

Before Modie could even ask for it, Yvonne had already understood and handed over her small bronze mirror.

"Here you go~"

And then there's her surprisingly playful wink!

"Thank you..."

Mao Die reached out to take it, but unexpectedly, it played right into the white fox's hands, grabbing nothing and instead grabbing the two soft, bouncy white breads.

"Ugh~ I hate it!"

"What?!"

His face was as red as a drunk man's, and he was somewhat out of his mind. In his helplessness, he also inadvertently coughed up blood from his nose.

As if by divine intervention, the blood, coincidentally, shot into the snow-white crevice, adorning the deep, enigmatic valley floor.

"You..."

Clearly, even someone as strong as Yvinel can make mistakes, and as a result, she will once again find herself vulnerable to exploitation.

She was genuinely shy, like a delicate young girl, covering her chest and stomping on Mao Die in a fit of pique.

"Hmph, that's so unfair~"

You've been together so long you're practically an old married couple, and you're still pretending to be all lovey-dovey? Don't make your sister laugh.

To avoid appearing too awkward and to quickly regain her composure, Mao Die dared not look at the vixen and could only take off her clothes one by one to prepare for changing.

"Could you please move aside for a moment?"

"Oh~ I didn't expect you to be so bold. But I don't mind at all~ my little darling?"

Seeing that the old woman was about to use the same trick again, Mao Die couldn't think of a good solution... He felt that dodging her enthusiastic advances would hurt her feelings.

Thump...thump...thump—

As luck would have it, the wooden door to the dean's office rang, the rhythmic knocking sounding like that of a young lady.

"Miss Dean, may I go in?"

The visitor is... Furlyn, who is desperately searching for her cat?

Upon hearing this, Mao Die's hair stood on end, and Yvonne panicked. The two of them looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I am the ever-victorious Mowan Modie, Miss Ivinel. Please continue with our business."

Mao Die reacted quickly, holding up the clothes in her hand, giving the other person a bitter smile, and reminding her to stop making trouble.

"Ahem... Is this Miss Furlyn from the Cecilia family? I'm currently handling some teaching matters, please wait a moment."

Yvonne walked past Modie, cleared her throat, and stood guard at the door to deal with Furlyn outside.

Of course, there was also a back that would allow him to change clothes safely.

……

After changing and adjusting his collar, Mao Die hung the straw robe on the hanger, smoothed out the folds in the brown robe, and kept looking at it from different angles.

"Could you please give me the mirror?"

Yvonne remained silent, only glancing back briefly. A stunning red light flashed in her eyes, and her lips, usually perfectly controlled, moved slightly.

She held a gold-bronze-framed pair of glasses in her hand behind her back, resting it on the bulge of her ample back.

"What a cunning and wicked woman."

Mao Die smiled wryly and chose to compromise, bending down and looking somewhat embarrassed at the mirror-like surface of the two rounded curves.

He finally saw his own face clearly.

As it grew longer, its soft, brownish-yellow hair resembled a wolf's tail, revealing a delicate yet sharp face with refined features and angular jawline...

What is most striking about him are his willow-leaf eyebrows and peach blossom eyes. His yellow pupils have black irises with white showing, giving them the beauty of cat eyes, even though they are human eyes.

If he needed a reference, he could only think of a fictional character whose eyes were even more beautiful than his own.

Julien Sorel in "The Red and the Black" is a charming and handsome man who makes countless young girls swoon at first sight.

"This is getting a bit troublesome..."

That being said, as a seasoned veteran of the game, he is also quite adept at romance, and the petty squabbles and jealousies are nothing to fear.

"Miss, may I ask...?"

Please wait a little longer.

"No, we've already finished talking."

Completely dressed, Mao Die exuded elegance. He handed the mirror back to Yvonne, smiled, and pushed open the door, about to take over the delicate "battle" between the two women.

And in his mind, the pretentious Julien Sorel also echoed—

Glory bows to me.