"Se-Seele… good morning… h-hey…"
The moment the girl she had been lightly stroking stirred awake, Kiana yelped and quickly pulled back her sneaky fingers like a child caught mid-prank.
Her eyes met Lunelle's groggy, dazed expression—and guilt instantly bloomed across her face.
If a crack had opened up in the floor right then, Kiana would have gladly thrown herself into it without hesitation.
After all, she had finally worked up the courage to do something daring—something she wasn't exactly proud of—only to be caught red-handed the very moment she acted on it. If word got out, wouldn't her reputation crumble on the spot?
Still, looking at Kiana now—dressed only in her underwear and clearly flustered—Lunelle couldn't help but think: if she were truly a native of the Far East, this would've been the perfect moment to deliver a classic line.
Something like, "Kiana, you don't want Mei to find out what you were trying to do to me… right?"
That kind of teasing would definitely be enough to make her fourth wife, Kiana Kaslana, obediently sign a stack of one-sided "treaties" in panic.
Too bad Lunelle—and Seele, for that matter—weren't Far Eastern by birth.
And besides, wasn't she fated to be Kiana's husband in the future?
There was no way she'd let her precious fourth wife suffer public humiliation over something like this.
So…
In the next second, Lunelle's startled expression melted away, replaced by something much softer. A timid, gentle aura emerged as if she'd transformed into a delicate, innocent flower.
She even adjusted her voice, letting a trembling note creep into her tone, laced with just enough fragility to tug at the heart.
"It's okay… really. Seele will keep what happened just now a secret… just for Kiana."
Her voice, eerily similar to Seele's, quivered faintly. Shimmering tears welled up in her sea-blue eyes, threatening to fall at the slightest breeze.
In that moment, Lunelle looked like a fragile glass ornament on the verge of shattering.
To an outsider, it might have seemed like Kiana had just trampled all over Lunelle's purity.
"Wha—Seele! N-no, don't cry! QAQ! It's my fault! I'm so, so sorry!"
Kiana panicked, seeing the girl's pitiful expression, as if her light touch had committed some kind of irreversible sin.
Why is Seele so kind and gentle? How could I do something like that to her…? What the hell is wrong with me?!
She seriously considered rewinding time just five minutes to give her past self a punch to the face.
The guilt hit like a tidal wave.
But what Kiana didn't realize was that even Lunelle herself was stunned by how well she had played the part.
She had only intended to guilt Kiana a little—to make things easier later on. That was all.
Yet, in the heat of the moment, it felt like she'd channeled her inner "first wife" Seele to perfection.
It was no wonder Kiana fell apart instantly.
Still, Lunelle genuinely had no intention of blaming her. Not only had she seized the "weapon" Kiana used to commit the crime, but she was also well aware that, in a straight fight, she'd be flattened by Kiana in seconds.
If not for that, maybe she would have been tempted to experience what it was like to be helplessly at her mercy…
Yet, something about how flawlessly the situation unfolded made her suspect the story might veer off the rails.
Like—right now, for example?
Lunelle's thoughts screeched to a halt as she noticed the unusual gleam in Kiana's guilty eyes.
It seemed like Kiana had finally activated the long-dormant part of her brain that could come up with "solutions."
Lunelle felt a jolt of nervous excitement.
Whatever Kiana was thinking… it was bound to be interesting.
"Seele… um, since I was the one who touched you first, maybe… you should just touch me back? That way… we'll be even, right?"
Kiana's face was flushed, her tone hesitant. It was clear she was scared her suggestion might scare poor Seele off.
"H-Huh? T-this kind of thing…"
Sure enough, Lunelle's already pink cheeks went full steam mode in a second.
What Kiana didn't know was that Lunelle's true thoughts were:
YES. YESSSSS ヾ(≧▽≦)o*
My Kiana… my adorable Kiana (ˉ﹃ˉ)
Since my wife is offering herself up, how can I, as her husband, not do a proper check-up to make sure everything's in order? Hehehehehe (?ω?) ~♪
Looking at the nervous and blushing girl in front of her, Lunelle's heart practically burst.
But as usual, the more her heart raced, the more shy and flustered she acted outwardly.
To Kiana, it looked like her pure-hearted angel was overwhelmed and trying to reject her nicely.
That thought stabbed Kiana right in the heart again—but as she leaned in, the sweet, faintly milky scent from Lunelle clouded her judgment.
And then—
She reached out on impulse, grabbing Lunelle's small, soft hand.
Before Lunelle could react, Kiana placed it squarely on her own body.
And that's exactly the moment Mei and Bronya, roused by the increasingly sugary scent of Lunelle nearby, finally opened their eyes…
Only to witness Kiana—completely red in the face—pressing Lunelle's hand against herself like she was trying to confess her soul.
Mei: !!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ
Kiana: o(////｀Д′////)q!!
Bronya: (╬￣皿￣)凸
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T/N: Don't worry, even though ChatGPT automatically removes inappropriate scenes I will personally add then back if they do appear.