“Brush your hair, braid it, and done. All finished.”
In front of the vanity, Noi sat obediently, while Lyte gathered up her styled, snow-white hair, securing it with a delicate Blue Butterfly Hairclip.
His childhood experience tying Deta’s hair many times finally came in handy, as Lyte styled his beloved girl’s hair into the princess look she had always dreamed of.
He gathered her medium-length snowy hair into a ponytail at the upper back, then used elastic bands to create four braids, twisting them together irregularly, and finally fixed everything with the hairclip.
With that, the hair styling was complete.
“So pretty… Is that really me?”
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, dressed up like a princess from a fairy tale, Noi hesitantly touched her face, and the girl in the mirror mimicked her every move.
For this date, Lyte had even splurged on a Lace Dress for her—complete with a Lotus Hem and a double-breasted capelet over the top.
The whole look transformed her temperament instantly.
“This is you, Vivi.”
Standing behind her, the boy stroked her snow-white locks and answered her with certainty.
Noi’s legs were wrapped in translucent black knee-high stockings, secured at the top with elastic and trimmed with lace.
Lyte crouched down, holding a short heeled boot adorned with tassels, the inside lined with lambskin, and slipped it onto her shy, curled-up, black-stockinged foot.
“Lyte… I can put them on myself…”
“No way, have you forgotten that I’m your Guardian Knight? Serving my Little Angel as she dresses is my duty.”
“Hmph… Now you remember you’re a knight? Are my feet really that much fun?”
Instead of answering, Lyte scratched her other black-stockinged foot that hadn’t yet been shod, making the girl tremble and beg for mercy from the tickling.
***
Maple Avenue was paved with fallen leaves, orange and yellow maples lining both sides.
The autumn breeze rustled softly through their branches.
Dressed like a gothic princess, Noi held hands with Lyte, who wore a dashing windbreaker.
Their shoes pressed softly into the leaves, a sense of security climbing up her calves, passing through their intertwined fingers, and straight to her heart, filling her with warmth.
“Lyte…”
The sunlight was just right—not blinding, not burning.
“I’m here.”
A drifting red maple leaf landed on his shoulder.
“Lyte.”
Despite the crisp autumn air, the cape still couldn’t fully keep out the slight chill.
“I’m here.”
Not far ahead, the Iron Gate entwined with vines stood open.
At the end of the path, a Mushroom Fountain faced them.
The Small Park was empty—still too early for anyone else to be around.
Beside the fountain was a wooden Swing with a backrest, chained and locked in place.
According to Tina, the chances of a confession succeeding here were very high.
Noi smoothed out her skirt and sat on the Swing, reaching out to Lyte.
Bathed in the morning sunlight, she smiled radiantly and said, “Lyte, I like you~”
Amber eyes trembled, as if a half-shut window had been flung open, and the boy’s joy, hidden in a deep courtyard, surged out—overflowing with endless vitality and possibility.
He leaned in, possessively grabbing her wrist, and pressed his lips to hers.
“Chu~”
Lyte, able to see the true color of her soul, knew that, at this moment, no sweet words could prove his love for her more than a real, earnest kiss.
After a long, passionate kiss, Noi tugged at Lyte’s tie, forcing him to sit on the Swing so they didn’t have to keep such an awkward position.
Finally able to catch their breath, the two separated, both panting as they tried to steady their breathing.
“…Lyte, can we play a game?”
Caressing her lover’s face, Noi’s emotional eyes shimmered with watery light.
“Your hand, put it here.”
She pressed her thumb into the crook of his thumb, guiding Lyte’s hand to rest on her soft, gentle cheek.
He obliged, gently stroking her delicate face.
The calluses from Sword Training brought a subtle sting, but also made his heart leap with excitement.
“How does it feel?”
Her cherry lips parted as Noi placed her small hand over the back of his, kneading his hard knuckles.
“It’s very soft. I don’t dare use too much strength. I want to rub my face against yours all day long.”
His gentle words, breathed out in a sigh, melted into the girl’s body, prompting her to guide his hand again.
She pressed his hand to her lips, her nimble little tongue wrapping around it, and the power of the hero surged from his fingertips, slowly and firmly cleansed away by her.
“Mm… How is it?”
Her words were muffled, her eyes half-smiling as she looked at the boy, waiting for the answer she wanted to hear.
“…I want you to use your mouth somewhere that would make me feel even better.”
Suppressing the tingling that shot through his whole body, Lyte took a deep breath and drew even closer to the petite girl.
With a satisfied, seductive squint, the mischievous fairy showed off her skills again.
His large, well-defined hand traced the curve of her soft jaw, down her snow-white neck, over the valley of her collarbone, and finally reached the unfathomable cleavage.
The buttons of her dress had already been undone by her in advance.
“Does it feel good?”
The Sapphire Necklace, a symbol of purity and hope, lay against her dress collar, now serving as an ironic contrast—making the boy’s guilt surge even more.
“It feels good…”
He didn’t want to admit he couldn’t look away, but Lyte forced himself to answer, driven only by the last shred of his moral restraint.
Everything was in her hands.
His fingers were guided down, covering her soft abdomen.
“Is there anything you want to do to it?”
Noi tilted her head slightly, whispering softly.
“I want it… to have my child.”
Not given a single moment to catch his breath, Lyte felt as if his soul had been hooked, led by Noi straight into the depths of desire, his consciousness slowly dissolving.
He said what he wanted most at this moment.
“Then… let’s do it.”
Receiving the answer she most desired, she continued to guide his hand further down, along her toned stomach.
The sensation at his fingertips was like sinking into rain-soaked earth.
“Vivi, I want you.”
Scooping up the petite girl from behind her knees, Lyte breathed heavily, deep affection surging in his eyes.
“Mhm, let’s do it when we get home. Don’t hold back—consider it my birthday present. I want my first time to be perfect.”
As if fanning the final flames, Noi leaned in and wrapped her arms around Lyte’s neck.
She knew it would be extremely painful to do this during her period, but she’d already taken Period Suppression Medicine in advance, just so she could completely claim his heart.
The two, swept up in their feelings, leaned closer and closer.
Just as their lips met, a sudden voice sounded nearby.
“What are you two… doing?”
Deta, who had rushed to the park after hearing the news, saw this scene and couldn’t help but widen her eyes in disbelief, taking several steps back.