Time is truly fair.
It never changes for anyone’s sake, flowing onward at its own set pace as always.
Even if Liliya wished this moment would linger just a bit longer, the clock hanging on the wall still slowly crept to the 7, signifying that today, Rosalia should awaken.
Liliya didn’t open her eyes.
She could feel the waist she was holding trembling ever so slightly, which made her nightdress shift, letting her feel both the fabric and the delicate smoothness of Rosalia’s skin.
A pair of bewitching, crimson eyes slowly opened.
Staring at the soft girl in her arms, her lips curled upward into a satisfied smile.
Liliya is so obedient after she wakes up.
Unlike before, when magic was needed to control her, now she behaved so sweetly all on her own.
Rosalia woke up almost at the same time as Liliya—or more accurately, it was the slight movement from Liliya that roused her.
Anything related to Liliya, Rosalia always paid special attention to.
This time, Liliya had slept for a full three days.
During that period, aside from going to the study to handle essential affairs, Rosalia spent most of her time in her own room, keeping Liliya company and waiting for her to wake.
How lucky, that Liliya awoke by her side.
Otherwise, she might have revealed an unseemly side of herself.
Pretending not to notice Liliya was awake, Rosalia’s body kept moving, as if to let the girl in her embrace feel her graceful curves even more.
That “sleepy” little face inevitably took on a faint blush.
So adorable.
A different kind of cuteness than three days ago.
Wouldn’t it be nice to keep things like this?
Don’t think about anything, just be my little pet.
Rosalia felt a bit parched in her throat, and her lips were dry as well.
She wanted something to moisten them.
How convenient, that right by her side was a pair of glossy cherry lips.
“Liliya.”
With a lazy tone and an ending sound that could melt one’s bones, Rosalia actively hugged Liliya tighter, pressing their softness together.
It was a bit stifling.
But Rosalia didn’t care.
Lowering her head and feigning sleepiness, she pressed a kiss to Liliya’s thin, soft cherry lips.
“!”
Liliya’s breathing quickened.
She had only wanted to indulge in the inexplicable sense of security Rosalia gave her, pretending to be asleep so she could stay nestled in Rosalia’s embrace a little longer.
She hadn’t expected Rosalia to kiss her.
Her brow furrowed tightly, feeling her breath stolen away.
She reflexively tried to push Rosalia away, only to realize she didn’t even have the strength to do so.
Her soft little hands rested weakly on Rosalia’s shoulders, and what little force she used became part of the teasing—a perfect example of the phrase “half push, half pull.” Her delicate ears flushed crimson, and Rosalia even mischievously pinched one, enjoying its feverish warmth.
That pinch made Liliya’s body go even softer.
There was nothing she could do—this body was simply too sensitive, especially around Rosalia.
Just a gentle touch would make her shiver, making it impossible to ignore.
Even so, Liliya kept trying to act as if she was still asleep, not wanting the scene to grow awkward.
After all, she was the one who hugged Rosalia first.
For a little pet, that could almost be considered overstepping her bounds.
A little pet shouldn’t behave this way.
Rosalia’s crimson eyes never left Liliya, watching those quivering lashes.
Her slightly long, fox-like eyes narrowed in pleasure, a smile brimming with delight.
So cute, she really wanted to gobble up this little pet completely right now.
Too bad—if only Liliya really were still asleep.
Then she could truly savor Liliya’s taste.
What a pity.
This good morning kiss lasted even longer than expected—until Liliya felt her heart racing to its limit, her frail body nearly fainting from the overwhelming rush, Rosalia finally released her lips.
With a voice tinged with pain and apology, as if scolding herself, Rosalia murmured, “Sorry, did I hurt you?”
Liliya’s body was already delicate.
After being teased by the kiss just now, her lips inevitably swelled, but this redness…only made them even more alluring.
Rosalia struggled to suppress the turmoil in her heart, using all her will to maintain that gentle expression and tone.
Pretending to be a normal person was just too hard.
She really, truly wanted—so badly—to devour this adorable Liliya right here and now.
Watching her keep up the act of sleeping, unable to do anything about it, wanting to resist but helpless—until, when she finally noticed something was wrong, her body would already be swept up in pleasure, unable to escape, falling deeper and deeper into Rosalia’s actions.
She truly wanted to do that.
What a shame.
Reason still reigned over Rosalia’s mind, keeping her from acting recklessly.
After all…
If she really went that far, she’d scare this “little girl.”
Her lips curved in a smile, but she quickly reverted to that gentle, pitying look.
Her voice dropped in remorse, fingertips gently brushing Liliya’s swollen lips.
Liliya felt a sudden heat sweep through her body.
Her lips, already sensitive from Rosalia’s kiss, now grew even more so with this light touch.
She unconsciously pressed them together.
And that movement…almost looked like she wanted to bite Rosalia in return.
Imagining such a scene made Liliya’s blush deepen.
Rosalia giggled foolishly, but this time didn’t tease her little pet further.
Instead, she got up slowly, lazily slipping off her own nightdress.
Liliya’s nightdress was a pure, spotless white, while Rosalia’s was an elegant black.
White inspired pity, but black evoked desire.
Rosalia’s nightdress was casually tossed aside, landing right on top of Liliya.
Liliya could smell that faint fragrance lingering on Rosalia, and could still feel her warmth in the fabric.
Liliya’s breath grew short, her mind a flurry of panic.
It seemed she’d missed her best chance to fully wake up.
“Liliya, still pretending to be asleep? Or do you just really like my nightdress?”
Following that came Rosalia’s wicked chuckle.