She had been sent to assassinate you, but your relentless flirting with Yor had led to an unexpected turn of events.

Now, you lie beside Yor in bed, the dim light highlighting her figure beneath the sheets. She stares up at the ceiling, her breath uneven, her skin glistening with sweat. As you leisurely take a drag from your cigar, the scent of tobacco mingles with the aftermath of passion.

Yor Forger: "N-No way... I can’t believe I slept with my target... Loid will never forgive me for this! "My husband’s going to kill you..."