Damn It! Getting Caught and Settled by Our Own Little Cutie

Chapter 44

Damn It! Getting Caught and Settled by Our Own Little Cutie

After transmigrating to another world, Livia made an unexpected discovery… her best bro had also crossed over! What’s more, the two had respectively transformed into a white-haired loli and a golden-haired bombshell. “Bro, we agreed—no laughing at each other, alright?” Behind closed doors, buried under blankets, the two conspired loudly: “Are nobles and royals inherently superior? Now that we’ve transmigrated here, we’re destined for greatness!” “Damn right! With all this chaos around, you go conquer the First Princess, and I’ll take the Second Princess. Between the two of us, how could the world not bow down?” But the journey was long—how to get there? After some deliberation, they reached a conclusion: to get rich, first chop wood! “I’ve got great news!” “Me too!” they declared in unison. “Hehe, while gathering herbs in the mountains, I picked up an adorable little thing~!” “The herbs sold for enough travel funds. Tonight, we make our move on those princesses!” The next moment— The cabin door burst open as a troop of guards swarmed in, kneeling at the bedside. “Your Highnesses, we’ve finally found you two!” Staring at the “adorable little things” they’d picked up, the pair exchanged bewildered glances: “¿” Dragged back to the palace, Alice gripped Livia’s hand. “D-don’t panic! These are magic shackles. Just tie up your First Princess, and escaping will be a breeze!” “True bro! No more secrets—here’s my prized potion. Sneak it to your Second Princess, then meet me in the backyard. We’ll scale the wall!” That night… Livia was swiftly overpowered, pleading for mercy before an icy beauty. As for Alice? She fared no better—the gentle older sister’s affection proved… overwhelmingly heavy.

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ᯏᮝᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜ ᮑᮤᮝᮟᮣᮠᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮻᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮰ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ᮵ᮣ᮰ ᮑᮞᮤᮙᮓᮣ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮥᮜᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮠᮟᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮔᮼ

᮰ᯗᮖ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮝᮙᮣᮤᮑᮛᮕᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮟᮥᮤᮘᮧᮕᮣᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮢᮔᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮕ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮥᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮤᮘᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮧᮕ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮤᮑᮜᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮝᮟᮤᮙᮦᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯔᮙᮖᮤᮘ ᮀᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮟᮥᮤᮘ—ᯗᮣᮑᮒᮕᮜᮜᮑᮼ᮰

᮰ᯝᮘᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮗᮢᮕᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᮰ᮇᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮻᮟᮢᮻᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ…ᯍ᮰

᮰ᮃᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮖᮜᮟᮧ ᯛᮕᮢᮓᮑᮞᮤᮙᮜᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᯝᮘᮘᮘᮯ ᮂᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮯ᮰ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮢᮕᮝᮙᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮞᮟᮔᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮦᮙᮗᮟᮢᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᮃᮘᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮢᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤᮼ ᮃᮕᮕᯍ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮕᮣ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮝᮕᮢᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮤᮟᮟᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮔᮔᮣᮺ ᮘᮥᮘᯍ᮰

᮰ᮀᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮠᮢᮕᮖᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮤᮥᮙᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮗᮥᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮣᯍ᮰ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮤᮙᮜᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮤᮑᮜᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᯗᮣᮑᮒᮕᮜᮜᮑᮺ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮞᮑᮢᮢᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮓᮩᮼ ᮰ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮑᮢᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮙᮤᮼ᮰

ᯏᮣ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮥᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮤᮤᮜᮕᮖᮙᮕᮜᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮜᮥᮞᮗ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮢᮝ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮰ᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᮒᮕᮣᮤᮙᮕ… ᮘᮟᮧ’ᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮣᯍ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮕᮔᮗᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮥᮞᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮑᮞᮤ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮦᮕᮢᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ… ᮖᮙᮞᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮗᮥᮕᮣᮣᮼ᮰

᮰᮵ᯔᮙᮞᮕ᮵ᯍ ᯑ’ᮝᮟᮞᮺ ᮔᮕᮤᮑᮙᮜᮣᮺ᮰ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮔᮢᮟᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ ᮰ᯒᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ… ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ᮰

᮰ᯓᮕᮛ—ᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮘᮥᮔᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮦᮟᮜᮥᮞᮤᮑᮢᮩ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯜᮟᮤᮙᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮖᮥᮢᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮣ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮥᮔᮔᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕᮣ ᮒᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮑᮥᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕᮼ

᮰ᮇᮻᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮟᮞᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮠᮟᮥᮤᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰ ᯖᮑᮜᮖᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮝᮙᮢᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮰ᯖᮑᮘᮺ ᮑᮣᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ—ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮝᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᯍᮯ᮰

᮰ᯚᮙᮕᮣᮯ᮰

᮰ᮂᮕᮜᮑᮨᮺ ᮧᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮣᮤᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮞᮕᮧᮜᮩ ᮒᮢᮕᮧᮕᮔ ᮠᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮥᮜᮔᮢᮟᮞᮼ ᯒᮢᮙᮞᮛ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮕᮑᮛ ᮓᮟᮞᮔᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ—ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮑ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮟᮠᮯ᮰

᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ… ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮓᮢᮕᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ ᯚᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ— ᮇᮑᮙᮤᮺ ᮞᮟᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮓᮢᮕᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮟᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮔ ᮖᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑᮺ ᮛᮞᮟᮓᮛ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮢᮥᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮙᮤᮼ᮰

ᯒᮕᮣᮠᮙᮤᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮢᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮞᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮥᮖᮖᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮦᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᮕᮑᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮗᮜᮑᮢᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮼ

᮰ᮉᮕᮑᮘᮺ ᮩᮕᮑᮘᮮ ᮇᮘᮑᮤᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮜᮟᮣᮕᮢᮼ ᮃᮥᮙᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ ᮗᮢᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮟᮟᮣᮤ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮘᮩᮣᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮣᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑ—ᮣᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮥᮣᮕᮢ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮕᮞᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮑ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮞᮺ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮑᮢᮔᮕᮔ ᮢᮑᮗ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮕᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮕᮔ ᮧᮕᮜᮜ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘ—ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮠᮑᮣᮣ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮗᮟᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮧᮟᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮙᮗᮻᮒᮟᮟᮒᮕᮔ ᮑᮙᮢᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮕᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑᯍ

ᯕᮟ ᮑᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮗᮕᮞᮙᮥᮣᮼ ᮃᮕᮕ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮣ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ

ᯝᮞᮕ ᮣᮙᮠᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮓᮟᮜᮔᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮤᮥᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮖᮥᮢᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮓᮢᮟᮥᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮢᮥᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮧ ᮧᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮣ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

ᮃᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮣᮛᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮰ᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ… ᮩᮟᮥ…᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮙᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮓᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮺ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮑᮥᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕᮼ ᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ… ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮟᮖ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑᯍ᮰

᮰ᮄᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢᯍ᮰ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮝᮙᮔᮻᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔᮻᮖᮙᮔᮗᮕᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮜᮥᮕ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮕᮕᮛ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮑᮗᮕᮼ

ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮢᮟᮗᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮠᮤᮙᮦᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮕᮜᮕᮗᮑᮞᮤ ᮠᮟᮙᮣᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮣᮧᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮗᮢᮑᮓᮕᮖᮥᮜ ᮑᮢᮓ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮑᮒᮢᮥᮠᮤᮜᮩ ᮩᮑᮞᮛᮕᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮔᮕᮑᮔᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮼ ᮰ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮕᮤ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮗᮢᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮝᮒᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮼ ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮕᮤ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮝᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮼ ᮰ᮀᮙᮞᮛᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛᮻᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮠᮕᮕᮜ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮩᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮣ ᮑᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ ᯚᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮠᮙᮔᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮒᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮖᮜᮩᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮝᮙᮝᮕᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕᮼ ᮰ᮄᮟᮤᮑᮜ ᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮣ ᮝᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮢᮦᮑᮞᮤᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛᮣ ᮒᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮕᮨᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮒᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮥᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮞᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮥᮣᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮤᮑᮣᮣᮕᮜᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮙᮗᮞᮟᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮟᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮧᮒᮕᮢᮢᮩ ᮓᮑᮛᮕ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮙᮓᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮒᮑᮞᮡᮥᮕᮤᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮢᮕᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤ ᮝᮕᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮕᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮕᮣᮤ ᮤᮥᮤᮟᮢᮣ ᮑᮢᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕᮺ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮑᮗᮗᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮠᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮟᮢᮝᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮑᮢᮝᮤᮘ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮝᮒᮢᮕᮜᮜᮑ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮢᮔᮕᮢ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮧᮩ ᮢᮟᮣᮕ ᮠᮙᮞᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮢᮼ

ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮨᮘᮑᮥᮣᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᯔᮟᮢ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮕᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮔᮕᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

᮰ᮃᮘᮕ ‘ᮑᮓᮓᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩ’ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮜᮟᮑᮛ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘᮺ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮣᮘᮕᯍ ‘ᯖᮑᮔ’ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔᮣ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮕᮑᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮕᮗᮕ ᮤᮢᮕᮑᮤᮣ ᮑ ᮦᮑᮣᮣᮑᮜᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ’ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮥ᮪᮪ᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮣᮼ ᯑᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮞᮕᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮠᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ—ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮙᮞ ᮟᮞ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮺ ᮝᮥᮢᮝᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮰ᯚᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮢᮒᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮝᮟᮢᮤᮑᮢ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮜᮟᮢᮑᮜ ᮠᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ…᮰ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮢᮝᮤᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮣᮛᮙᮞᮼ

᮰ᯗ… ᯗ…᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮥᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮛᮞᮕᮕᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮒᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮓᮑᮢᮜᮕᮤᮼ ᮰ᯛᮻᮝᮑᮩᮒᮕ… ᯗ ᮛᮙᮞᮔᮑ… ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮣᯍ ᯒ’ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ… ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮣ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟᮟᯍ᮰

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮔᮧᮙᮞᮔᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮣᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮢᮕᮕ᮪ᮕᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝᮯ᮰

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮝᮒᮢᮟᮙᮜᮕᮔᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮚᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ’ᮣ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮥᮣᮤᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮰ᯒᮟᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᮯ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮣ—ᮩᮟᮥ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮘᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮯ᮰

ᮃᮤᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮜᮩᮼ

᮰ᯕᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮦᮕ ᮜᮟᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮟᮤᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮣᮘᮙᮠ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮢᮙᮕᮞᮓᮕᮣ—ᮟᮢ ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮗᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣ—ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮣᮙᮝᮙᮜᮑᮢᮼ

ᯕᮢᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮙᮞ ᮜᮕᮣᮣᮻᮤᮘᮑᮞᮻᮙᮔᮕᮑᮜ ᮓᮙᮢᮓᮥᮝᮣᮤᮑᮞᮓᮕᮣ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮔᮢᮑᮧᮞᮺ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮦᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮨᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮑᮝᮕᮼ

ᯜᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮞᮟ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮑᮞᮓᮘᮟᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮼ

ᯏᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮤᮟᮠ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ—ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ’ᮔ ᮑᮓᮤ ᮣᮟᮜᮕᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮑᮛᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ

ᮄᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮠᮙᮜᮜᮑᮢᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮑ ᮘᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧ ᮜᮙᮕᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮦᮑᮞᮙᮣᮘ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮟ ᮟᮞᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ’ᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮟᮒᮕᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᮔᮼ

…ᯖᮑᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮖᮑᮜᮜᮕᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮢᮑᮠᯍ

Damn It! Getting Caught and Settled by Our Own Little Cutie

After transmigrating to another world, Livia made an unexpected discovery… her best bro had also crossed over! What’s more, the two had respectively transformed into a white-haired loli and a golden-haired bombshell. “Bro, we agreed—no laughing at each other, alright?” Behind closed doors, buried under blankets, the two conspired loudly: “Are nobles and royals inherently superior? Now that we’ve transmigrated here, we’re destined for greatness!” “Damn right! With all this chaos around, you go conquer the First Princess, and I’ll take the Second Princess. Between the two of us, how could the world not bow down?” But the journey was long—how to get there? After some deliberation, they reached a conclusion: to get rich, first chop wood! “I’ve got great news!” “Me too!” they declared in unison. “Hehe, while gathering herbs in the mountains, I picked up an adorable little thing~!” “The herbs sold for enough travel funds. Tonight, we make our move on those princesses!” The next moment— The cabin door burst open as a troop of guards swarmed in, kneeling at the bedside. “Your Highnesses, we’ve finally found you two!” Staring at the “adorable little things” they’d picked up, the pair exchanged bewildered glances: “¿” Dragged back to the palace, Alice gripped Livia’s hand. “D-don’t panic! These are magic shackles. Just tie up your First Princess, and escaping will be a breeze!” “True bro! No more secrets—here’s my prized potion. Sneak it to your Second Princess, then meet me in the backyard. We’ll scale the wall!” That night… Livia was swiftly overpowered, pleading for mercy before an icy beauty. As for Alice? She fared no better—the gentle older sister’s affection proved… overwhelmingly heavy.

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