"SNAP!"
Livia yanked down his pants. Nathan froze.
His eyes slowly looked down—his waist was now in a vulnerable state.
Livia was still kneeling behind him, both hands gripping the waistband of the jogger pants she had just praised moments ago.
Her expression remained innocent, her smile bright like a girl who had just discovered a new toy.
"Eh?" Nathan murmured, slowly turning his head. "Livia… why did you…"
"I know!" Livia cut him off as she stood.
"You must've summoned it with your weird magic, right?!"
Nathan said nothing. His brain seemed to crash for a moment.
Magic? Summoning pants?
Livia's face was dead serious. She really believed that theory.
And behind all the absurdity, Nathan knew—she wasn't joking.
Am I just going to let this go? Nathan thought. Am I just going to nod along and let the lies pile up because I'm lazy?
A memory flashed. His declaration.
About loving the Monster Girls not just with skin-to-skin contact and squishy pads… but truly.
