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"Robin, your singing is really beautiful."
Sol held her soft body, his expression sincere.
"That's my main profession!"
Robin shyly pressed down on Sol's hand and replied with a smile.
Sol said with troubled sincerity, "What should I do if I want to learn too?"
"I'll teach you!"
Robin happily agreed.
Being able to help Sol made her feel wonderful—especially since singing was exactly what she excelled at.
"I'm pretty clumsy at this." Sol said a little embarrassedly, with a hint of shyness. "Is mouth-to-mouth okay?"
He was just too useless—learning by watching alone didn't work at all.
Only by mouth-to-mouth, personally feeling the technique, could he slowly learn.
Only at tis like this did he feel completely helpless.
"You…"
Robin looked into those bright, eager-to-learn eyes and could sense that there was no mixed desire within—only pure curiosity.
Was he really trying to learn how to sing?
She felt too embarrassed to point it out—it was obvious enough already.
Robin's face flushed crimson as she shyly pushed away the hand that had started misbehaving.
How could they do sothing like this!
At the very least, they should change locations—this was an office, a solemn place where Penacony's future was decided.
Although… even hugging like this already felt inappropriate in such a solemn place.
Feeling his slightly yielding arm, and seeing the unmistakable tenderness in his eyes—
She knew that if she resisted just a bit more strongly, Sol would never force her.
But that was exactly his cunning—this was intentional.
Robin sighed softly and gave up resisting.
Because she could refuse… she couldn't bear to.
This man had experienced too much—he was skilled enough that she couldn't possibly fend him off.
She lifted both hands to cradle Sol's face and said helplessly yet gently, "I really can't do anything about you. If it's like this… I can't refuse at all."
Sol looked into those dreamlike, beautiful eyes and said with a smile, "I knew you wouldn't refuse my wish to learn how to sing."
"Can you… say a little less?"
Robin tilted her head slightly, brushing her hair aside, her voice drifting. "The more you say, the less courage I have."
Before Sol could respond, Robin tilted her head back and gently pressed her lips to his.
This was her first kiss—while sitting in Sol's arms.
Her lips moved, awkward yet lively, brimming with warmth and vitality.
Is she really teaching how to sing?
That thought flashed through Sol's mind.
Because he could feel it—Robin's lips opening and closing followed the exact rhythm of "Sway to My beat in Cosmos."
She was genuinely demonstrating the singing technique through lip contact.
Was it because she was shy, so she needed more movent to hide it?
Too adorable… my Robin-sensei.
Sol felt the urge to learn even more, and tightened his hold around Robin.
"Mm!"
Robin's silent singing suddenly stopped. Her eyes widened in shock.
Why… did his tongue co in?!
She looked into Sol's eyes and saw a teasing smile.
At that mont, she felt as if they shared a tacit understanding—internal resonance is also important for singing…
So that's why he used his tongue?
A trace of plaintive grievance surfaced in Robin's eyes as her pale earlobes turned pink.
Really… there was nothing she could do about him.
After a long while, the mouth-to-mouth "singing lesson" finally ended.
By the later stages, Robin no longer had the strength to maintain serious instruction.
Instead, Sol had to actively explore on his own to receive "feedback."
Thus, Sol earned MVP, while Robin completely coasted to victory.
Still, Sol generously forgave the unprofessional teacher and said with a smile, "Thank you for your guidance, Sensei. I feel like my singing has improved a lot—I've taken a huge step toward becoming a galactic superstar!"
"Hmph~"
Robin lightly tapped Sol's chest, burying her face and refusing to look at him as she muttered stubbornly, "You're still very far from being a galactic superstar!"
How could sothing so ridiculous possibly create a galactic star?
Their usual training was extrely serious and exhausting.
Not this absurd, tuning-like nonsense.
"Then I'll have to trouble Teacher Robin to teach more in the future."
Sol wasn't annoyed—instead, he leaned closer to her cheek. "A great teacher produces great students. If Teacher Robin instructs every day, becoming a galactic superstar will be easy."
"..."
Robin shot him a charming glare, but still nodded slightly. "Mm."
Since she had already taught him once, the second and third tis were only natural.
That strange sensation also made her want to "discuss" it with Sol a few more tis.
What reassured her was that Sol didn't intend to go any further here.
For now, he was simply holding her gently, without any excessive moves.
This place really wasn't suitable.
A quiet, familiar place—like her room, or Sol's room—would be better…
"Robin, have you been very tired these past few days?"
Sol thoughtfully massaged her lower abdon and said with concern, "So many things in Penacony are resting on your shoulders—you must be exhausted."
"A little, but it's okay."
Robin smiled softly, hope flickering in her eyes. "Penacony is my hotown. I like seeing it grow better under my care."
"Of course, it's tiring—but when you can see hope, that kind of hardship actually feels sweet."
She loved Sol's concern, but she didn't feel overwheld yet.
The sweat she shed now nourished a better Penacony—that feeling made her happy.
And her brother's mistakes were still waiting for her to atone for. That sense of redemption also brought fulfillnt.
"Just as expected of the Robin I like."
Sol admired that golden spirit and smiled. "Still, I want you to rest more—and maybe teach singing a bit more too."
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