In the end, Ye Xingyao was still defeated in the eye battle with her lover. Locking gazes with those bright, tempting purple eyes was still far too embarrassing for her.
“Xiao Yao still hasn’t answered me.”
Yi Shiyue slowly closed in, forcing the girl half-sitting on the bed to lean backward. Shiyue placed her hands on either side of Xingyao’s arms and bent down, so close that they could almost hear each other’s panicked heartbeats.
“I…”
Ye Xingyao had originally thought that after Xiao Yue saw that look in her eyes, she would have understood her feelings. But now, with her making such a move… something inside her turned a little stubborn instead.
“Hmph…”
“Mmph—?!”
Yi Shiyue kissed her forcefully. Unlike the aggressive tenderness she had shown when she used to initiate kisses, this time she revealed a rather forceful demand.
Not talking, huh? Fine, let me see if those lips that are so hard in words are actually soft when kissed.
Unfortunately, Xiao Yao, whose breath was already disordered from shyness, had just let out a gasp when her lips were sealed. She struggled with a “mmph, mmph,” but fearing she might disturb her little sister in the next room, she could only shoot a glare, give up, close her eyes, and quietly feel the gentle touch.
Neither of them was very skilled, let alone the fact that one side was acting with a hint of punishment.
Their breath quickened, and her once-clear head began to grow heavy. The other still wasn’t satisfied. Through their lips, she could even feel each other’s teeth.
Xiao Yue today… why is she so unusual?
Ye Xingyao could only ask herself that one question. Had she done something wrong? She was a little confused.
But she would do her best to respond to her lover’s demands—there was no doubt about that. She loved her, and she believed that her Xiao Yue also deeply loved her. She had absolute confidence in their feelings.
Ah… no good. If this goes on, I’m going to pass out!
In desperation, Ye Xingyao had no choice but to harden her heart and lightly bite the other’s lip with her right canine tooth, drawing a trace of blood.
Feeling the pain, Yi Shiyue came back to her senses. Her actions had not taken her lover’s feelings into account. For a moment, overwhelmed by her emotions, she was a little at a loss.
But… this seems kind of nice?
Feeling the pain on her lips, Yi Shiyue released the girl beneath her. As she pulled away, a glistening thread traced the path where their lips had separated, finally breaking under its own weight.
“Hss—haa…”
Ye Xingyao finally got access to air. Before opening her mouth to breathe, she swallowed gently to avoid choking on either her own or the other’s saliva, then hastily opened her mouth and greedily inhaled fresh air.
“Sorry… I…”
Yi Shiyue let her go, feeling so guilty she wanted to crawl into a hole. She didn’t dare look at her somewhat disheveled lover.
“Haa… Xiao Yue, no need to apologize…”
Having recovered, Ye Xingyao now understood the feelings of the girl beside her. She overcame a bit of her shyness and pulled her back into an embrace, letting her rest on her shoulder.
She stroked the pure white, soft hair and sighed.
“I was too dense. I only just now realized Xiao Yue’s feelings, and I made you worry…”
“Eh…”
Yi Shiyue made a dazed sound. She had originally thought that her Xiao Yao’s action meant she disliked it and was angry. She never expected the black-haired girl to say such things.
“Of course I’m still angry. Xiao Yue just now was completely reckless!”
Ye Xingyao seemed to see through her thoughts and decisively cut off her worries. Speaking openly and honestly between lovers—Xiao Yue had taught her that.
“S-sorry…”
“I told you, no need to apologize…”
Ye Xingyao helplessly poked the other’s waist. She had to admit that in a way, that slightly fleshy waist felt much better to the touch than her own.
“But I really can’t say that answer out loud. In my eyes, being a boy or a girl doesn’t seem that important.”
“Whether I’m a boy or a girl, Ye Xingyao will always be your lover, and always be Ye Xingling’s big brother or big sister. Isn’t that enough?”
Ye Xingyao rubbed her chin against the girl’s hair, squinting like a cat enjoying itself.
“…Does Xiao Yao want to listen to me talk?”
Yi Shiyue was silent for a long moment, then squeezed closer into the girl’s arms and reached out to pull the blanket over them.
“Of course. As long as Xiao Yue wants to talk, I’ll always be your most faithful listener.”
“Mm, thank you.”
Yi Shiyue nodded, pulled herself out of the embrace, her eyes returning to calm. She looked apologetically at those star-blue irises.
“Is Xiao Yao’s injury any better?”
She didn’t start on the main topic. Instead, she nudged the girl’s foot with her own toe, clearly referring to the injury from last night.
“Much better. The Star Elf’s recovery ability seems pretty strong.”
“What about your hand?”
Yi Shiyue vaguely remembered feeling residual fire-attribute magic power on Xiao Yao’s hand and thought she saw some burn-like marks.
“Mm… it’s a little inconvenient, but it’s not really an injury anymore.”
Ye Xingyao replied casually.
She might not be able to speak philosophically or hit the nail on the head, but as a listener, she would adopt the attitude she thought would make the other person comfortable.
“Mm, I understand.”
Yi Shiyue reached out, quietly feeling for the girl beside her. She seemed to touch something soft, and the girl’s face flushed red. She gave her a reproachful glare, then voluntarily took the small hand that had slipped in.
“Xiao Yao, I feel like I’m falling further and further behind the other girls around you.”
As soon as she said that, Ye Xingyao opened her mouth to respond, but Yi Shiyue gently pressed a finger to her lips.
“Your Sister Hongye has helped us a lot. Fumier is also very strong. Even I can’t see their limits. Now Ye Xingling has become a magical girl too. It seems like I’m the only one standing still.”
“I won’t hide my possessive desires. Maybe if I had been a little gentler just now, Xiao Yao wouldn’t have resisted at all and would have let me do whatever I wanted?”
Yi Shiyue’s teasing made the girl’s cheeks flush red.
She had to admit, she was right.
“Xiao Yao, ever since high school, every effort I’ve made has been for one thing—to become the girl you are most proud of.”
As she said this, Yi Shiyue relaxed as if a burden had been lifted, tightly gripping the small hand in hers.
“Mm, I know. I believe you will.”
Ye Xingyao nodded and squeezed her hand back.
“Let’s rest for a while. Later, we still need to cook for Xingling.”