The sun dressed the snowy path orange as l and Rosana walked side-by-side.
Occasionally, flowers, fountains, and structures passed by on their way back to the dormitory, yet both were too comforted by the silence to admire.
The sumr dress fluttered alongside the noble, crimson dress; a company of a fairy with a noble.
"Rosana."
l’s right hand lingered on Rosana’s left; her whisper a careful question.
"Sorry for troubling you."
Blinking, Rosana shook her head; her lips blooming into a cheerful smile.
"I was a little surprised at how enthusiastically you offer the Letter of Withdrawal, but then again, it’s not the first shaless deed you’ve managed."
"Ehehe..."
With a glance at Rosana’s relaxed look, l cheered up with a grin.
She has requested Rosana’s assistance to stamp a letter of withdrawal and ’negotiate’ with the teachers afterwards, in exchange for how l would accompany her Sparring Request whenever the Heiress requested it.
Of course, those Requests would be the usual ’lose, and you need to give sothing’ type, so l took a huge risk (not really) in doing so!
How noble a sacrifice! l pumped her fist inside, knowing full well how pouty Lila would be if she knew of this.
"Of course."
l raised her nose high. "I do like it if all my girls fully enjoyed their school lives."
Then, she shot a mischievous glance at Rosana. "Including you, my Rosana. Better if the reason was ."
"Then you must be gravely mistaken."
An unserious response ca from Rosana, as her palm opened to catch the dripping snowflakes.
Slightly cold, yet not tingling or painful on her skin, as if the caster wielded it.
"My goal was to beat you and all the others behind."
She looked into l’s golden eyes; yet the teasing glint was unmistakable.
"Though," she raised her left hand to l’s chin, before tugging it upward to lock their gazes.
"I wouldn’t mind you surrendering right now, body and soul."
A faint blush blood on l’s cheeks, then her golden eyes curved.
"Would you promise to take care of well, then?"
"I would." Rosana tilted her head; her locks of golden hair now hovered over her expression that carried a hint of seriousness.
"I never know how to take care of my possessions well." She confessed. "But I feel I’d not ruin you so... easily."
"That’s nerve-wracking."
With a chuckle, l’s right hand hooked onto Rosana’s left hand at her chin.
"But."
She then cast the interwined hand down, settling just in between them.
"Don’t you think it’s much, much better to taste slowly, nibbling at each spot of my skin as yours?"
Then l heard it; the slight hitch of breath in Rosana’s throat.
"You gave yourself too much credit." Rosana retorted, yet the grin remained.
"And I’m confident in fulfilling every bit of my worth."
l clutched her chest; a resolute spark glittering in her golden eyes.
Their staring contest never broke away, yet the competitive edge was now tinted with a hint of tenderness.
"Would you choose to let go then?" l whispered, tightening the grasp on Rosana’s hand.
A brow from Rosana was raised, as if challenged.
Then, with a gentle strength, her hand slipped away from l’s fingers; the warmth still lingering at each inch of her palm.
A disappointed moan escaped l, not expecting the rejection.
She thought she often chipped down the Heiress’s barrier, yet Rosana unexpectedly kept her distance.
Yet as she withdrew her hand too, her waist was quickly tugged.
"Hic!"
A yelp, then her waist crashed into the soft yet firm side of Rosana’s dress; the Heiress’s left hand now holding l firm.
"I prefer this way."
Rosana’s finger then booped the tip of l’s nose; a teasing gesture hidden beneath her possessive smile.
"Now," she said, her voice hushed as her eyes observed l’s flushed cheeks. "You look a lot cuter."
l fidgeted slightly under Rosana’s touch; her shoulders relaxing as her chest felt unbelievably full.
"Mm..." She softly smiled, staring back at Rosana with a doting gaze.
"All thanks to you, Rosana."
Then it was l’s turn to catch it; the faint reddened cheek of Rosana as her smile widened slightly.
"You know," Rosana’s eyes broke away, her steps steadying in sync with l’s as she grasped her tight to guide them.
"You were a more easily hurt individual than I thought."
l blinked, then pouted. "In what ways?"
"That disappointnt from earlier, when I shook off your hand."
"Well, of course." l raised her head high. "I do like you, Rosana! And.... it pains to see if you still distance yourself from people."
She pursed her lips, then confessed in earnest. "From ."
Rosana’s face fell a little; l’s words’ implication marred her mind.
Yet as she was about to ask, l’s face bead again with her traitmark, foxy smile.
"After all the ti we get acquainted," l’s eyes glittered with sentint.
"It would be a sha if you didn’t get to touch properly, you know?"
Another breath hitched in the Dragoness’s throat, and so another chuckle escaped from l.
"Heh." Rosana puffed out a laugh. "You’ve a way of words."
And then, another response, this ti hinting at Rosana’s subtle surrender.
"Thanks."
And as if to reward her, l squird into Rosana’s hug; her cheek squeezed up her arm before burrowing onto the tight shoulder.
"I won’t give up until you lose all control of your body over , Miss Rosana."
"A bold challenge to seduce the Heiress."
Rosana licked her lips; her other hand’s nails digging into the palm.
"Don’t tempt too much, l."
"Then don’t test my body’s patience too much, Rosana." l brushed against Rosana’s shoulder, enjoying how her cheek sank deep, and rubbed against the dress’s fabric.
"Or I can’t wait any further..."
Rosana gritted her teeth; her fingers on l’s waist dancing at the thin fabric of l’s sumr dress.
In hindsight, it was as if the pink fairy was enraptured by the cold noble.
Yet even Rosana knew deep inside, every bit of her movent was controlled by l; by her temptation to surrender and devour her.
[ Greed was unbelievably intrigued by your proposal now! ]
[ Greed favourability: 55 -> 58 ]
As Rosana contemplated another response, a low growl stood out from the front.
"Hey."
In their tug and pull, Rosana and l had already arrived at the dormitory building, greeting a furious blue head at the entrance.
Her erald eyes narrowed; cold mana seeping out as the snows around Lila crumpled.
"Get off l." Lila smiled, her fingers dancing at the side to prepare a spell. "Right. Now."
[ Readjusting... ]
[ Lila Favourability: 5, 364% -> 87% ]
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