The Overlord Journey of the God of Creation

She took out a bottle of aged dry red wine.

"I don't really like red wine...but forget it." Camelia raised her glass, and Preya filled it for her.

This is a precious wine that the world's red wine collectors flock to, but Camelia poured most of the wine into her stomach as if she were drinking a drink.

Seeing this drinking method, I am afraid that the most heroic alcoholic will feel inferior.

This is a difference between species. Her digestive system can easily completely decompose alcohol, so it is difficult to get drunk no matter how much she drinks.

It's usually like this, but unexpectedly today, Camelia has a strange feeling...

"Sister." Preya said softly.

"Tell me, is mom fast asleep?"

Camelia raised her head abruptly, and through the moonlight, she saw Preya's flushed face.

They had been drinking since Aya fell asleep, and Preya drank at least three bottles of shochu by herself—it was just that, so she shouldn't be drunk at all.

Preya squinted her eyes, her face was blushing, and her two erect animal ears seemed to be hot and red.

Camelia had a bad feeling, she touched her face - it was so hot.

The face is red and hot, the heart is flustered, and there are messy things in the mind, which is what happens to people who are drunk.

"are you drunk?"

"It's only a little wine, how can you be drunk."

Preya chuckled, she licked her teeth lightly with her pink tongue, the two fangs were particularly conspicuous.

Her whole body, bathed in the bright moonlight, looks like a holy and bewitching goddess.

"Mom, you should be asleep."

"As long as I don't think about anything, my mother will sleep with the pillow on it." Preya said, obviously she knew about Aya's affairs quite well.

"Really, why does mom work so hard, it would be good to just leave everything to me!" Preya suddenly complained. "Mom just needs to stay at home and be beautiful and clean every day..."

Camelia has great strength, but is not good at management.Lilith is very clever, but she is good at all kinds of intrigue.Arturia of the Black Knight... can eat and fight, but she doesn't have much hope for other things.

The management of the base camp, the maintenance of the forest, and all kinds of trivial things are basically done by Preya.

These things are not big things, but they are very important and very troublesome.Therefore, Aya summoned many highly intelligent monsters as her assistants, but even this was quite a heavy workload.

But now, Preya's complaints are that she feels that there are not enough things for her, or that Aya herself is too active.

If you want to keep mother at home... you don't need to do anything, just me is enough.

In other words, feed...

"Preya..."

"I know, mom doesn't want to, so I won't do that, maybe..."

"You might be really drunk."

Preya looked up at the full moon in the sky, her eyes narrowed.

"I really want to see... Mom's sleeping face."

Camelia froze for a moment.

"Sister, don't you want to watch?"

My own face is also red and hot, I think it can't be better than Preya.

I always feel that my sister wants to do something bad. As a sister, I should stop her...

"I want to see..." He opened his mouth, but only such words came out.

It feels as if he is really drunk... I don't know if it is drunk, the moon is drunk, or the beauty is drunk.

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On the left and right, Camelia and Preya are lying next to Aya.

Aya was already fast asleep, her lower abdomen and chest rose and fell slightly with the rhythm of her breathing, her legs curled up slightly, and her hands were placed very well.

Through the transparent tent roof, the moonlight fell on her face, and also illuminated the two sisters.

Camelia's heart was beating fast.

"Just look, don't do unnecessary things." She thought silently.

However...

Like touching, mother's face, mother's skin, mother's horn...

There are also ears, arms, chest, tail... no matter where it is, it seems to be hugged.

"Preya." She called out to her younger sister softly. "Just a touch..."

"It's fine if you just touch it..."

That's right, I'm just touching, and I won't do unnecessary things.

Camelia reached out and gently stroked Aya's horn.