Unexpectedly fast, but a welco surprise!
After showering in their rooms, Rosana soon greeted l in the entrance and naturally took her hand.
l shuddered at the contact, but even more at the confrontation afterwards!
"Hey hey. Rosana!"
"...you seem unexpectedly excited."
A flicker of tenderness crossed Rosana’s teasing gaze, locked onto l’s puffy cheeks.
"Mhm." l lent out her chest of drawers, still draped in the nun’s uniform.
"I never saw you this irritated before."
Then, l raised a brow. "And perhaps a little... excited too, seeing a person."
"No."
A flat denial, yet Rosana’s lips had a slight quiver.
"It’s rely an annoying rat." Rosana’s ruby eyes sharpened. "One that didn’t even know how to draw distance."
"Or are you embarrassed that we’re flirting so much openly, hm?"
"That I would deny."
l’s tease softened Rosana’s expression. "Do be aware I’m never ashad when it cos to possessions I want, l."
"Hehe..."
l fidgeted with bubbly happiness.
"So then. How are we going to find that... rat?" l narrowed her eyes. "I can tell he’s soone important to you, strong as well, if it irritated you."
"Good observation."
Rosana stopped and scanned the path, her nose straining to detect any trace.
Not a speck of dust marred the delicate, stone pavent.
Each inch of grass stretched on the yards that stretched on both sides.
As if no one ever stepped on them.
And l only peeked at the panel, enjoying Rosana’s beautiful face through the translucent screen.
[ Rizzler’s Distance: 34m ]
Hm. Now, the Father seed more aware of dodging Rosana further.
"So," l probed. "Planning to do a blind search?"
Searching for Rosana’s father was easy, but it was necessary for Rosana to encounter her straight-up.
With more pressure from her daughter, the monitor on Maria would also loosen!
Her partner might treat it as unnecessary, but at least l would give it any convenience she could.
"Not exactly."
Rosana’s voice cut off her thought, tugging her chin in a contemplative silence.
"It’s difficult to pry open his stubbornness, but..."
Hearing no others nearby, Rosana parted her lips with a loosened throat.
l froze at what followed.
"My old man should play a fair ga, willing to be a pitiful prey."
The pink-haired girl tugged a strand into her nun drape, hurriedly peeking at the panel.
[ Rizzler’s Distance: 34m ]
Unchanged? The open provocation-
"Don’t mind ."
Rosana smiled through her closed eyes. "It’s an issue of challenge. On the Pride of the North’s established rule, he will have no choice but to comply."
The Daughter knew the Father well; he sure knew his daughter already spotted a trace of him.
A noble who prides himself on manners and discipline won’t easily ignore Rosana’s open provocation.
As the Heiress rejoiced at how her Father must be shaking in his boots, l quickly figured out the weird logic behind Rosana.
"Mm-mm."
So she nodded, her mind still a little hazed at Rosana’s daring, out-of-character act.
Then, realising sothing, l imdiately covered her lips. "Oh! Then, the one that followed us was from the North? A spy, perhaps?"
"..."
Rosana tilted her head, frowning with an innocent curiosity.
"You seem too belatedly surprised."
"Nope! Not at all!"
l waved her hands loosely before her chest.
"As a villager girl, I hardly know about the Far North, but you did ntion they’re strong drake-hunters yesterday."
"Hm? Ah."
The Heiress’s chuckle echoed through the silence.
"Drake-hunters were but a bunch of uncultured Knights."
Her words were harsh, unmatched by the somber grin on her face, the edge of her lips fallen with an unspoken burden.
She raised her voice. "We did have so... misunderstanding, but they, too, are my Dukedom’s people. Naturally, they should be strong enough not to be a burden."
Then, a stern stability returned to her tone.
"But the Rat we’re about to face?" Rosana’s lips curled back up, teasingly.
"Annoyingly strong. In a sense, even I will pay my reluctant respect by playing a little..."
Cupping l’s chin, Rosana’s thumb pressed firmly for a signal.
"...dirtier."
Then, without a word, Rosana leaned in.
"Mm!"
The Heiress’s fingers curled up as she pulled l’s head forward, readying for a kiss.
Though the fingers served as a barrier, blocking their lips apart by re inches.
"Stay still."
The mont lingered with Rosana’s hot breath, as l’s lips parted to enjoy the rosy scent.
Rosana’s hair briefly caressed l’s face, tickling l’s sensitive skin.
As Rosana parted, the panel showed an interesting phenonon that dampened the heat on l’s cheek.
[ Rizzler’s Distance: 67m ]
[ Rizzler’s Distance: 59m ]
[ Rizzler’s Distance: 78m ]
[ Rizzler’s Distance: 35m ]
The Father sure was panicking, his sanity bordered on ’accepting Rosana’s challenge’ and ’escaping imdiately to respect Rosana’s privacy.’
Yet despite the success, l’s eyes hollowed out with a faint disappointnt.
She touched her lips, the tender breath still lingering unforgotten, so close yet so far.
So carrying this sentint, l’s toes jumped a little-
And plunged into Rosana’s embrace.
"l?"
As l nuzzled into Rosana’s chest, Rosana only let slip her concern.
The kiss was sudden, but Rosana thought l was the type to be celebrating rather than rejecting the tease.
Yet l’s arms folded further into hers, the Heiress couldn’t help but cast a doubt at her foolish-
"Rosana... this won’t do..."
All of it, however, dissipated as l’s gaze t hers.
The golden eyes she prized as a jewel reflected with a mischievous, yet submissive glimr.
She later realised it was tears, tipping as if in ’sha’.
An act.
Rosana’s lips then curled up, worry blooming into a doting, dominant love for her most cherished ’possession’.
"Rosana... Rosana..." l rubbed her cheek against the soft, larger-than-life chest.
"Dote on more..."
And soon, Rosana complented her act by pulling them apart.
Her thumb settled again at l’s chin, all tenderness from before replaced by a sheer, undisguised need.
l squird, relishing how much Rosana liked her ’performance’.
"Then you should please more, my prey."
She switched back. She-
l’s thought bood by the walls of her mind, enclosed under Rosana’s glare.
And she gagged; Rosana’s thumb suddenly intruded, tapping against her tongue.
"You’re welco to say it." Rosana breathed out. "That you’ll obey without any sha."
"O-okay..." l whispered, her voice muffled by the thumb. "I love you, Rosana...."
Rosana paused at l’s words, each dripping with a deadly honey that sank her rationality.
Her other hand’s fingers danced, imagining l’s bouncy thighs under her care.
The Elf, after all, made an impression that was hard to forget.
[ Greed almost completely folded under your act! ]
[ Greed favourability: 61% -> 67% ]
Nearing the 70 mark! l truly, utterly celebrated in her heart.
Giggling, l drew away while squirming against herself, motion silly yet full of happiness.
"Heh heh..." l breathed out. "I got complinted by Rosana.... heh heh..."
The blush now blood across l’s ears, her thighs clasped together without sha in her swaying.
Rosana admired l’s act; the shalessness oozing out could practically make the old man faint.
She glanced at the yard again.
Grass still stood straightened without sha, yet faint traces of soil kicked up at the green blades.
As if in a panic of running away.
Perfect. Rosana’s arm then curled around l’s waist.
"Co on." Rosana nodded. "Shall we head to the classroom like this, my prey?"
"Sure! Ah..."
l then whispered again into Rosana’s ear.
"I had an idea how to please you, though, Miss Rosana..."
’I had an idea how to anger our stalker further, Rosana.’
Translating in her mind, the Heiress squeezed l’s waist for an affirmation.
l moaned, but not before winking a little.
This Operation was the best! Multi-tasking, at its finest!
l’s steps grew much more hoppier with joy by then.
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"..."
"..."
"...so."
Samantha’s brow raised, the classroom growing ever quieter as the teacher faced the two late students at the entrance.
One was still adorned with the usual, blood-red dress. Expected of the rebellious Heiress.
The other, however...
"We had only one abandoned church. And its post for voluntary cleaning remains unoccupied."
She sighed at l, now adorned with a strange, black nun-uniform.
"Care to explain?"
l, though, only prepared her waist straight.
The speech she rehearsed soon slipped out, brimming with the cheerfulness one would expect from a toddler.
"I’m rebelling, Miss Samantha!"
"..."
While Rosana held back a chuckle, Samantha only frowned deeper and deeper.
[ Gluttony was tired of your ridiculous trolling! ]
[ Gluttony favourability: 12 -> 8 ]
[ Rizzler’s Distance: 23m ]
Oops. No no no, let’s focus more on Rosana first.
As l and Rosana stepped into the room, passing by the shell-shocked Samantha-
"Wait."
Blinking, l soon turned to Samantha with a faint smile. "What’s wrong, teacher?"
Samantha only held her chin, her contemplation sparking a new kind of tension.
She scanned the classroom, her students confused, while so carried even a hint of amusent.
A certain light-blue head glared straight at the couple, but Samantha ignored her for now.
Then, she spotted a very, very faint trace.
The forr war veteran searched her mory before closing in on Rosana.
"Heiress."
She called her by the title, not her na.
"Do you have sothing to say to ?"
Her eyes remained flat, yet she pretended calm by burrowing her clenched fist into her coat’s pocket.
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