Zhao Tian sat against the headboard of the bed, and the robe parted to reveal the hard lines of his chest.
Ji Shuang was sitting on his lap in her loose nightgown, and the fabric slipped slightly to reveal the tops of her enormous breasts.
His arms wrapped around her from behind, and his hands were resting just below her breasts as his fingers gently caressed the soft, sensitive skin through the thin material.
"Hnngh..." Ji Shuang’s soft moan escaped her lips as she leaned back fully into his embrace, her head resting against his shoulder.
Zhao Tian’s fingers glided up to caress her enormous breasts through the nightgown.
"So... tomorrow is the marriage ceremony..." Ji Shuang muttered under her breath.
"Hm..." He humd under his breath, and his lips brushed the curve of her neck, kissing the warm skin with a gentle touch.
His fingers hooked into the neckline of her nightgown, lowering it inch by inch to reveal her enormous breasts as the light cast a golden glow over their full, rounded curves and her inverted nipples.
Ji Shuang’s breath hitched, her body trembling slightly as the cool air kissed her exposed skin.
Zhao Tian’s hands cupped her breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh as he squeezed gently, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.
"Hngh..."
His fingers kneaded her breasts with a tender yet possessive touch, savoring their weight and softness as her inverted nipples hardened further under his touch.
With a smile, Ji Shuang muttered, "I wonder when will we get married, Tian..."
Kissing her neck again, Zhao Tian murmured, "Soon, Shuang’er..."
His fingers circled her areola, teasing the hidden nipples with a slow touch, coaxing them to peek out.
Ji Shuang let out a tiny hum, muffled as she buried her face deeper against his chest, breathing in his warmth.
And at this mont, the door creaked open.
Both of them lifted their heads slightly, and Zhao Tian’s eyes softened the mont he saw who it was.
Rui Yuying stood there, and her gaze lingered on Ji Shuang, who was nestled in his embrace, then drifted up to Zhao Tian.
Zhao Tian raised his hand and patted the empty space beside him on the bed "Co here, Ying’er."
Her gaze softened, and with a slow nod, Rui Yuying closed the door behind her.
Her dress rustled softly as she made her way across the room.
When she reached the bed, her eyes flicked once more toward Ji Shuang resting in his arms.
Without a word, she climbed onto the bed.
The mattress dipped under her weight, and she moved closer, slipping into the space Zhao Tian had beckoned her toward.
When she finally leaned against him, her body lted into his side, her head finding a resting place on his shoulder.
Ji Shuang peeked at her briefly and burrowed deeper into Zhao Tian’s chest.
Rui Yuying exhaled slowly and she leaned a little more into him, her cheek brushing against his bare shoulder.
For a while, silence hung in the room and they slowly drifted to rest.
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Next day-
Again hearing the knock on the door, Velnorah slowly woke up from her sleep.
Her lashes fluttered open and the haze of sleep clouded her crimson eyes.
She sat up slowly, running a hand through her tangled hair as a long yawn slipped past her lips.
Stretching like a lazy cat, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and her bare feet touched the cool floor.
Still half-dazed, she padded toward the door, her loose nightgown hanging precariously off one shoulder.
She rubbed at her eyes before grabbing the door and pulling it open.
What greeted her was Zhou Hanyue, dressed in ceremonial robes of silk and gold.
Her makeup was delicate but there was a glimr of surprise in her eyes as she looked Velnorah up and down.
"...Hanyue?" Velnorah frowned slightly, and her voice was husky from sleep.
Zhou Hanyue tilted her head, blinking in mild confusion. "Sister Norah, did you forget what day it is today? You’re still in bed when everyone is already bustling."
Velnorah frowned "...What day?"
Zhou Hanyue gave her a look of disbelief. "Tian’s marriage, of course."
"HUH?!"
The sleepiness in velnorah’s face vanished the instant when she heard this "What did you just say? Marriage? His marriage? With whom?"
"...Wait," Zhou Hanyue said slowly, "did Tian not tell you?"
Velnorah’s jaw tightened and she shook her head sharply, her ssy hair falling across her flushed face. "No! He didn’t tell anything! He- He’s marrying soone?!"
Zhou Hanyue’s shoulders slumped and a helpless sigh escaped her lips as she reached into the bundle she carried.
From it, she pulled out a set of exquisite robes, a deep crimson robes threaded with golden embroidery "Here. Wear these. There isn’t much ti left before the ceremony begins. Just co, and you’ll see for yourself."
Velnorah stared at the clothes in Zhou Hanyue’s hands and she snatched the robes from her hand "...Who is he marrying?"
Zhou Hanyue only shook her head helplessly, stepping back from the doorway. "Just co. You’ll know soon enough."
Before Velnorah could ask her further, Zhou Hanyue was already walking away, her robes fluttering behind her.
Left standing in the doorway, Velnorah looked down at the beautiful clothes clenched in her fists.
"Bastard... you’re getting married, and you didn’t even tell ?"
Her fingers tightened around the fabric, "Am I not your woman? You dare keep this from ? Bastard..."
With a heavy huff, she slamd the door shut and stord back inside, and she threw the bundle of robes carelessly onto the bed as she began to remove her nightgown.
Steam soon filled her bathing chamber as she sank into the warm water.
She slapped the surface of the bath and water splashed up as she muttered under her breath.
"Tian, you reckless fool... marrying without telling ? Am I nothing to you? After everything..."
After a long while, she erged from the bath, droplets of water trailing down her bare skin.
Wrapping herself in a soft towel, she stood before the mirror.
She picked up the robes Zhou Hanyue had left and began slipping into them, each.
"...Fucker, why didn’t you tell ? Do you not consider yours? Or are you trying to test ? Hmph... Zhao Tian, you’ll regret making find out this way."
"...Tian, if you really are marrying soone else... then you had better explain yourself to . Or else."
...
A bit later, Velnorah finally stepped out of her room and glanced at Zhou Hanyue waiting for her "Sister Norah, finally. Co."
Velnorah quickened her steps and as she reached Zhou Hanyue, she spoke "Fine, I’m here. Now tell properly-"
But Zhou Hanyue simply raised her hand, cutting her off. "No need to ask more. My ring is already linked to the wedding grounds. We can teleport directly there. Co, hold my hand."
Velnorah let out a soft "Tch..." and reached forward, grasping Zhou Hanyue’s hand firmly.
The world blurred.
A rush of light enveloped them, and in the next instant the soft whoosh of displaced air echoed around them.
Morning air, crisp and cool, brushed against Velnorah’s skin, ruffling her hair gently as she blinked against the sudden brightness.
She exhaled slowly, letting her gaze adjust, only to find herself standing on open grasslands.
The sky above was painted in soft blue and around her, there were only a handful of people and she can recognize most of them.
She turned her gaze and looked at the platform Zhao Tian was standing.
Clad in pure white ceremonial robes with silver threading, he looked like a noble groom.
The mont she appeared shimring into view, the quiet murmur among the guests rose into excited cheer.
A wave of clapping and exclamations swept through the small crowd.
Velnorah froze, utterly bewildered. "...Huh?"
Why were they cheering?
Zhou Hanyue’s lips curved into a teasing smile as she leaned close to whisper, "How does it feel... to co late to your own wedding, Sister Norah?"
HUH?
"...M-My... wedding?"
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