"Yes!" Fialova answered with blinding enthusiasm.
— [MAJOR TASKED FINISHED SUCCESSFULLY!]
— [Punishnts Has Been Revoked!]
— [You Have Gained A New Relationship Status: Fialova - Fifth Wife]
— [Personality Trait: Extraversion ▪︎ 10 EXP!]
Argider froze. Wait, what? Did she really just agree to marry her—without even pretending to agonize over it for three days, as she dictated? They barely knew each other! Then again, Argider had never really known any of her wives. Arranged marriages had that effect. But this one? Oh, this one wasn't just arranged—it was system-mandated.
"W-Wait! I said you could think about it!" Argider stamred, clinging to her last shred of control.
"I did think about it," Fialova said, her grip on Argider's hand firm and unyielding. "I said I'd stay by your side forever. Marriage ans I can stay forever, right?"
"But you'll lose your status as a knight!" Argider sputtered.
Fialova shrugged, her face glowing with a loyalty so pure it bordered on criminal. "I don't care. You've given sothing permanent in my life, so let be permanent in yours."
Argider felt her jaw tighten. This girl's unwavering dedication was...irritating. And guilt-inducing. She'd never t anyone so ready to pledge their entire existence to her, and frankly, it was exhausting. Whoever raised this girl had done an excellent job. Too excellent. Clearly, they'd set the bar low for self-preservation.
In the middle of her ntal spiral, Alvator's voice casually intruded. Oh, by the way, I forgot to ntion—the system slapped a tiny little curse on you. Forces you into commitnt. Just a smidge.
What.
Argider's eye twitched. That explained...too much. She felt the sting of impending tears but held them back because royalty did not cry over cursed matchmaking systems.
anwhile, Fialova was looking up at her with the kind of hopefulness you'd see in a puppy begging for table scraps. "Um, does this an I can kiss you now?"
"K-Kiss ?" Argider echoed, voice wobbling.
"Well, I... I don't really know how to do, uh, bed activities," Fialova admitted, looking uncharacteristically sheepish. Honestly, she resembled a newlywed husband from an overly sappy bard's tale.
"W-We can't do that yet!" Argider blurted. "We need to...get married first! And then...and then consummate or sothing!" She was blushing furiously now, wishing the earth would swallow her whole.
Can I kiss her? Argider ntally pinged Alvator in desperation. The thought of claiming Fialova's lips had word its way into her mind, and she wasn't sure how to evict it.
Fine, but no funny business, Alvator sighed. And definitely no body activities.
Argider groaned, her frustration simring to a boil. Of all the things she had faced—political sches, impossible quests, that one ti a rogue potato almost took her out—this was the most confounding: she had absolutely no idea how to navigate "bedly activities" with another woman.
She cursed her lack of education in this departnt. If only Callista were here. Callista always knew what to do, especially when it ca to situations requiring charm and seduction.
Homosexuality wasn't exactly taboo in their kingdom, but it wasn't paraded through the streets with fanfare either. Tradition frowned politely in its general direction while pretending not to see it. And here she was—an emperor, for gods' sake—flailing like a fish tossed on land.
To make matters worse, her body was betraying her. She was pent-up, touch-starved, and teetering on the edge of madness. The need for so kind of intimacy clawed at her insides.
She wasn't asking for much—a hug, a cuddle, maybe a forehead kiss if the gods were feeling generous. But then, her gaze fell on Fialova.
The knight sat there, eyes closed, her expression serene yet expectant. Was she...was she waiting for sothing?
Argider leaned closer, her breath hitching. Focus. Study the face first, then proceed. That was the plan. Her eyes traced Fialova's features: the soft curve of her cheeks, the delicate slope of her nose, the lips—those soft, inviting lips. She moved in hesitantly and pressed her mouth against them, gentle at first.
Fialova shivered beneath her, a reaction so adorably pure that Argider's heart did a sorsault. She moved her lips slightly, coaxing a response, but Fialova's attempts to kiss back were...well, "awkward" would be putting it kindly. It was like the girl didn't know what to do or where to push.
Argider pulled back, her brows furrowing. "Fialova...y-you don't know how to kiss?"
The girl shook her head, her face glowing red. "Teach ," she whispered, her voice barely audible. And then, without warning, she grabbed Argider by the hips and pulled her into her lap.
Oh gods.
Argider's brain short-circuited. Her face buried itself in Fialova's shoulder as she tried to process what was happening. She was being...bottom'd. Treated like a lady. Led.
The strange role reversal was so mortifying, so utterly alien to her sense of imperial dignity, that she wanted to crawl under the nearest table and never co out. But it also felt...nice. So nice that it was undoing years of touch starvation in re seconds.
Swallowing her pride, and most of her self-control, Argider mumbled, "Let's, um...press our lips together first. Slowly. Get used to it."
Fialova nodded obediently. Their lips t again, this ti lingering longer. It was soft, warm, and...strangely comforting.
"Now...add tongue," Argider said, trying to sound instructional rather than desperate.
Fialova's face went from pink to crimson, but she complied, hesitantly letting her tongue slip forward. Argider responded, her own tongue eting Fialova's in a tender, exploratory dance.
The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, their movents growing more assured. Fialova's shyness lted away as she beca bolder, gripping Argider's head and pulling her closer.
"Mmmph!" Argider squeaked into the kiss as Fialova took the lead with surprising assertiveness. The girl was relentless, her hands firm, her lips and tongue insistent.
Fialova wasn't just kissing her now—she was claiming her. And she wasn't letting go.
Argider's thoughts spiraled into chaos. This was not the plan. Who's teaching who here?! And yet, a treacherous part of her didn't want it to stop.
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