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*Lucy and randy return in the portal kingdom hallway* Lucy: randy, look! *she points at more tire tracks that lead to the shinoblin villages.* Randy: the white horse went to the shinoblin villages! We must stop him. Lucy: let's do this! *they enter in the portal. Once they get out... * Lucy: it seems again that the white horse is hiding somewhere. Randy: we must talk with the king. *at the main village's castle, they talk with Stefano mussolini (the descendant of Benito mussolini) the King.* Lucy: excuse us, your majesty. Have you seen the white horse? Stefano: yes, he went to the roblins den. He left me a message that says: dear Stefano mussolini. if you're reading this, I want to tell you that I will attack your villages with the roblins which live near your kingdom. I also casted a spell on elaine, the great dragoness turning her into a statue using a dark scepter. Sign white horse. *one shinoblin rushes inside the throne room.* Shinoblin

Ifry brings her hand to her mouth and starts coughing heavily. She leans against Phaelyn, who is sitting next to her. The latter runs a gentle hand down the demoness's lower back, trying to soothe the pain in her stomach. "It's so horrible to be sick..." Declares the horned woman in a tired voice as the angel begins to smile protectively. "I admit I'm lucky never to get sick." Replies the half-blonde, kissing her darling's cheek. "You can't imagine how lucky you are..." Ifry starts to approach the edge of the bed and stands up. She turns to Phae and gives her a smile as faint as her skin is pale. "I've got to go to work..." "Are you sure you can do it? You really look exhausted!" "I know, but I can't let my customers down..." "Well... Okay..." Accepts the angel with a smile a little saddened by the demoness' state. "How does it feel to be sick? I mean... Besides the pain?" "Um..." The horned woman muses as she searches for something to wear. "Mainly... I'm very tired, but not like when I want to sleep... I'd say it's like my body's in jelly..." Ifry starts to put on her T-shirt but she hears the half-blonde get up from the bed as if she'd jumped off. Phaelyn tugs at the garment her girlfriend is holding and she looks at her with big eyes filled with anger and benevolence. "You want to go to work when your body's turned to jelly?! You stay home!" The angel demands in a confident voice that confuses the demoness. "B-But Phae my body isn't really-" "I don't want to hear it!" The half-blonde retorted, taking hold of her darling's wrists and leading her back to the bed. "You're going back to bed to rest and you'll go to work when your body has resolidified!" Ifry grins with difficulty as she sees that the angel has taken her explanation literally. Phaelyn helps the horned woman back into bed and puts a big, warm blanket over her. Ifry's face shows that she really appreciates the warmth that warms her sick body. "All right then... I'll stay here..." The demoness accepts her girlfriend's request and puts the blanket over her mouth and nose to enjoy the warmth even more. The angel leans over and gently kisses the horned woman's forehead. "Rest well..." She whispers in a gentle voice before stepping out of the room to leave her beloved in peace and quiet. Several minutes later, Ifry rises from the bed and approaches her wardrobe to get dressed. She puts on some fairly warm clothes and hides her hands under her sweater to keep them warm. Once perfectly warm in her clothes, the demoness stands in front of the bedroom door and presses her ear against the wood. She knows Phaelyn won't be happy about her going to work, but she can't just stand there. She hasn't missed a day of work since she took over the restaurant. Her streak won't end today. She'll go to work even though she's in no fit state to do so. She listens silently to the slightest noise coming from the other side of the door to make sure the angel doesn't hear her leave. It seems that the noise from the TV is loud enough for her to slip out unnoticed. The half-blonde must be watching one of her favorite movies. The horned woman lets a small, love-filled smile appear on her face. She imagines how happy her girlfriend must be. But now is not the time to think about that. She stoops down to the lowest latch on the door, the one that squeaks the least between the two. She opens the door discreetly and slowly puts it ajar to avoid making too much noise. Just then, a hand suddenly appears in the gap between the wall and the door. Ifry lets out a gasp of fear and takes a step back. The hand catches on the door and her fingernails scrape against the wood. If the fingernails were a little longer, they would surely have left marks as they rubbed. A lock of black and blond hair appears behind the door and Phaelyn enters the room full-faced, turning to face her beloved. She begins to frown, and her annoyed childlike expression immediately removes the stress the demoness had. "What are you doing?" The angel asks with suspicion in her voice. Her eyes drop to the clothes the horned woman is wearing and she looks at her with even more suspicion. Ifry starts coughing slightly from the rapid breathing she had a few seconds ago and runs a nervous hand through her hair. "I... Uh... I wanted to get something to drink..." The demoness stammers and gives her darling a slightly embarrassed smile. The half-blonde continues to stare at the horned woman with a puzzled expression before exiting, closing the door behind her. Within seconds, Phae returns with a glass of water. She hands it to her girlfriend and gives her a loving smile. "Don't drink too fast! And next time call me if you need anything, okay?" She informs Ifry as she starts to leave the room. The angel blows the demoness a kiss with her hand, then finally exits the room. The horned woman looks down at the glass she's holding with joyful eyes. She then shakes her head, remembering her objective. She needs to focus. She won't be able to get out the logical way. Her eyes turn to the room's window and she shrugs. She drinks the water in her glass and places it on a piece of furniture before moving towards the glass. She opens the window and begins to pass one of her legs over it. Then her whole body freezes as she hears the bedroom door open again. "By the way... I wanted to know if-" The half-blonde pauses her sentence when she sees her beloved half outside. She's holding a plate filled with something she's just cooked. "I-If you wanted to eat..." She finishes in a monotone voice, analyzing what's happening in front of her. After long, seemingly interminable seconds for Ifry, who doesn't dare move a millimeter, the demoness gives a nervous smile to Phaelyn, who smiles playfully. The angel knows exactly how she's going to stop the horned woman running away. "MMMMMMMMPH!" Ifry jiggles with all her might in the bed to try and get out of her punishment, to no avail. The demoness is covered almost everywhere with tape. Her eyes and mouth are totally unusable, her arms are glued under her chest and her legs are restricted together. Phaelyn, meanwhile, sits beside her captive, devouring what's on her plate. "You can struggle as much as you like! You'll end up resting from exhaustion!" Laughs the angel as she watches her girlfriend roll back and forth in bed. A slight excitement occasionally appears on the half-blonde's face when she sees the perfect helplessness in the horned woman's expression, despite the layer of tape. Still, Phae wonders whether Ifry's willingness to be set free is due to the fact that she wants to go to work, or because her punishment is causing her to die of shame. Having finished eating, the angel places her plate on her bedside table and lies down against the demoness. The latter's plaintive moans stop and the half-blonde wraps her arms around her beloved's neck. Phaelyn brings her lips close to one of the horned woman's ears, making her shiver. "I'm going to take a little nap! If you're good while I'm asleep then you'll get a reward, okay? I'm sure a little orgasm will make your body a little more harder and solidified, right?" The angel asks in an amused, playful voice. Ifry begins to feel a wave of anticipation run down her back and she nods shyly. The half-blonde begins to smile at the bright red on the visible part of the demoness's cheeks. Phae nestles her body against her darling's and her nose and mouth give a hug to the horned woman's ear. If Ifry could bite her lip to try to relax, she'd do it gladly. The angel falls asleep fairly quickly, unconsciously letting her slow breathing torture her captive.