In the hour that Mika and Cecilia were away, Fauna found herself slipping into the restroom more tis than she cared to count.
Each ti she thought she had composed herself, a fresh wave of treacherous warmth would bloom between her thighs, soaking her anew.
No matter how carefully she wiped and cleaned, the more her mind circled the forbidden thoughts—the imagined cradle, the dark-haired baby, Cecilia’s words—the more her body betrayed her with humiliating slickness.
She sat on the closed lid in the stall, face buried in her hands, whispering frantic scoldings to herself, mortified that even a Battle Angel could be reduced to this.
The other doctors and nurses who noticed her frequent trips exchanged sympathetic glances.
"Poor Lady Fauna." One whispered outside the door. "Even soone as strong as her gets stomach troubles. She’s really just like the rest of us."
"It makes her even more relatable." Another agreed softly. "Seeing her human like that...I admire her more than ever."
Fauna, overhearing the quiet kindness, felt a strange mix of gratitude and sha.
If only they knew the real reason.
Eventually, she gathered herself enough to step outside and face the cluster of reporters still lingering at the hospital entrance. Caras flashed the mont she appeared.
"Lady Fauna! Is it true the sisters have been saved?"
"What exactly was the treatnt? There are rumors it was...unorthodox."
Fauna smiled serenely, voice calm and reassuring.
"The treatnt was completely successful." She said clearly. "All six sisters are resting peacefully and fully recovered."
"We employed advanced physiotherapy techniques—nothing that violated their sacred oaths or faith in any way. The Goddess’s servants remain pure in heart and duty."
"They are simply exhausted from the ordeal and sleeping deeply now."
The reporters leaned forward eagerly, hoping for scandal, but Fauna’s gentle, unwavering gaze offered nothing salacious.
No one even considered that she might be concealing details—Fauna was known across the world as an embodint of truth and innocence.
If anything improper had occurred, she would have confessed it herself. And if the sisters had truly been compromised, word would have spread like wildfire later.
Disappointed murmurs rippled through the group.
"So...just physiotherapy?" one asked, deflated.
"Precisely." Fauna replied with a warm nod. "A dical procedure. Nothing more."
With reluctant thanks, the reporters dispersed, shoulders slumped.
Fauna exhaled quietly and returned to her seat in the waiting area, ready to resu her brooding—when she spotted Cecilia coming down the corridor.
But Cecilia looked utterly transford.
Her steps were slow and unsteady, legs trembling faintly as though she’d run a marathon. Yet her skin glowed with a fresh, radiant sheen, as if she’d shed years along with her tension.
Her usually pristine outfit was hopelessly wrinkled—skirt twisted, sweater askew, collar askew in a way that suggested hasty removal and replacent.
Her neatly bundled hair hung loose and slightly damp, strands clinging to her flushed cheeks and neck.
And when Cecilia noticed Fauna watching, she startled, eyes widening in panic before she forced a polite smile.
"L-Lady Fauna." She greeted, voice a little too high.
Fauna was about to greet her back when her gaze drifted downward and she noticed the absence of Cecilia’s stockings—her long legs completely bare beneath the rumpled skirt.
"Oh—your stockings." Fauna said gently, instinctively maternal. "Did they tear? I always carry spares in my bag, Anya goes through them so quickly. I can lend you a pair."
Cecilia froze, then blurted without thinking.
"Oh, it’s not like that, Lady Fauna! Mika was just too aggressive. He got hasty and ended up tearing them right off—"
She cut herself off mid-sentence, horror dawning as she realized exactly who she was speaking to.
"S-Sorry! Sorry! Never mind!" Her hands flew up. "Please forget I said anything! I—I just tore them sowhere, that’s all! It wasn’t—I an—excuse !"
Cecilia spun around and fled down the hall, mortified beyond words.
She had just casually recounted details of passionate, clothes-ripping sex to the mother of the man who had left his seed still warm and leaking inside her.
anwhile, Fauna stood rooted in place, cheeks burning as the implication sank in.
But Monts later, Mika appeared from the sa direction looking the complete opposite of Cecilia.
He was practically bouncing with energy, eyes bright, a wide, satisfied smile on his face. His clothes were neat, hair only slightly tousled in a charming way. He radiated pure happiness.
And the instant he spotted Fauna, his grin widened further.
"Fauna!" He called joyfully, striding over.
Before she could react, he reached out like an excited child, grabbed her by the waist and shoulders, and effortlessly lifted her up.
In one motion he perched her against his hip, holding her securely with a single strong arm as if she weighed nothing.
"Mika—!"
"Fauna, oh Fauna." He laughed, spinning her once for good asure. "I really hope you’re proud of ! Not only did I save your hospital once—I did it twice today! Told you I’m the best son you could ever ask for."
Fauna, caught completely off guard, clung to his shoulders instinctively, heart racing at the sudden closeness.
"Y-You were wonderful." She managed, voice soft and flustered. "Truly. I’m so proud."
Mika bead. "Good! But still—I demand compensation. I’m not so free laborer who works for nothing."
Fauna laughed lightly, trying to regain composure.
"Of course. I’ll have my assistant send a cheque imdiately—"
"Who said anything about money?"
Mika interrupted, eyes sparkling mischievously.
"I want a kiss instead."
Fauna’s breath caught. Heat flooded her face.
"A...A kiss?"
He nodded cheerfully.
"Yep! You’re the one said compensation would co in hugs and kisses and affection, rember? Back then I wasn’t too fond of it, but now?"
He shrugged, eyes sparkling.
"I’m in a really good mood. And honestly, Cecilia was super passionate out there. Even after everything, she kept kissing my face over and over desperately, calling cute the whole ti."
"So now I’m in full kiss-receiving mode and it’s your turn."
He tilted his head, presenting his cheek expectantly.
"Co on, Fauna. Right here on the cheek. Quick one."
Fauna’s entire body went warm.
The sa cheek she had kissed a thousand tis when he was small now felt impossibly different—close, masculine, radiating vitality.
Her pulse raced; hesitation flooded her.
"M-Mika...wouldn’t a cheque be better? I can pay a lot of money. I don’t want to force you into anything—"
"Force ?" He laughed brightly. "Not at all! I want one. Please?"
Seeing the genuine delight in his eyes, Fauna finally relented.
Slowly, shyly, she leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek.
Kiss!
The mont her lips touched his skin, Mika’s smile widened impossibly further.
"Nothing beats a kiss from you, Fauna." He murmured happily.
And hearing his affectionate voice, a wave of overwhelming emotion crashed over Fauna—love, embarrassnt, longing, guilt, joy—all tangled together.
Her knees felt weak; she sagged slightly in his arm, grateful he was still holding her up.
The irony was not lost on her: the very person stirring these confusing, forbidden feelings was also the one who made her feel safest in the entire world.
She buried her face briefly against his shoulder, breathing him in, wondering how much longer she could bear the storm inside her before it broke.
But just as she felt herself lting into the comfort of his embrace, ready to drift away, a nurse hurried over—eyes widening at the sight of Fauna being carried like a child.
"L-Lady Fauna!"
The nurse stamred but then returned to being professional as she went on to deliver the ssage.
"The special private examination room you requested is fully prepared. The patient can be brought in whenever you’re ready. Dr. Cecilia and the others are also waiting."
Mika’s brows furrowed as he looked down at Fauna.
"Wait a second." He said, tilting his head. "You’re personally overseeing a private patient exam? With Cecilia and the whole team?"
"Who exactly is this patient that needs the top-floor isolation room and all of you?"
Fauna blinked, suddenly confused herself. She turned to the nurse.
"Yes...who is the patient, exactly? What na is on the register?"
The nurse hesitated, glancing between them as if unsure why the question was even being asked.
"Um...the na on the register is Master Mika, my lady."
Both Fauna and Mika froze.
She then pointed at Mika and said, "I believe that would be your son you’re holding right now, Lady Fauna. He’s the patient scheduled for the room."
A beat of silence before Fauna’s face flushed as realization crashed over her.
"Oh...oh right. I totally forgot. I prepared the room for you, Mika for all your tests. But in all the chaos today, I completely forgot."
Mika chuckled, shaking his head.
"Yeah, sa here. Every ti I co to this hospital I get dragged into so ergency. I totally spaced on the check-up too."
He turned to the nurse with a warm, grateful smile.
"Thank you for reminding us."
The nurse’s cheeks pinked; she bowed quickly and hurried off, clearly delighted by the attention from such a handso young man.
Mika then shifted his gaze back to Fauna.
"Well, let’s get these tests over with. Yelena keeps calling and texting non-stop. If we don’t finish today, she’ll be furious and I don’t want to deal with that."
Fauna nodded, still a little flustered. "Of course."
Together they made their way to the top most floor—an area completely isolated from the rest of the hospital.
The private examination suite Fauna had commissioned was reserved exclusively for Mika and any procedures related to his unique physiology.
When they reached the door, Mika finally set Fauna down. She felt an odd, reluctant pang as her feet touched the floor again.
"I’ll go change into the usual gear." He said casually. "Be right back."
Fauna nodded and stepped inside.
The room was strikingly different from the standard hospital wards—sleek, modern, almost futuristic.
In the center sat a large, adjustable hospital bed.
Behind it lood an enormous, intricate apparatus that resembled a CT scanner but was far more complex, ringed with glowing panels and delicate sensor arrays.
Smaller, equally unusual machines surrounded the bed, their purposes mysterious to anyone unfamiliar with them.
Cecilia and her colleagues were already present, reviewing charts and checking out the equipnt.
And the mont Fauna entered, Cecilia hurried over to her surprise, worry etched across her still-flushed face.
"Lady Fauna." She began urgently. "I’m so sorry to ask this, but...is Mika completely all right?"
"When I saw his na on the schedule, I panicked. I thought sothing serious had happened—that he was ill or injured. These tests...they’re not because sothing’s wrong with him, are they?"
Fauna giggled at how flustered she got over Mika, before waving a reassuring hand.
"Oh, darling, no, nothing like that at all. Mika simply has a very...unusual constitution."
"It’s not dangerous, just unique and because of that form ti to ti I do check-ups on just to study his body and condition."
"And honestly, I don’t even think today’s tests are strictly necessary." She shrugged. "It’s more precautionary than anything. He’s perfectly healthy."
Relief washed over Cecilia’s features. "Thank goodness. For a mont I thought sothing awful had happened to him."
The other doctors nearby giggled lightly at her obvious concern.
Cecilia rolled her eyes, then glanced around the room in awe and curiousity.
"Lady Fauna...is it just , or are these machines nothing like anything else in the hospital? I’ve worked with nearly every scanner and diagnostic tool we have, but I’ve never seen anything like these. They look...strange."
The others nodded in agreent.
"Seriously." One added. "I’ve been here for years and I’ve never even heard of half these devices."
"They’re incredible." Another murmured. "But what are they?"
"Hmph! It’s only natural you wouldn’t recognize them."
Fauna smiled with a hint of pride and amusent.
"After all, I designed and built every single one myself—specifically for Mika."
The room went quiet for a beat.
"All of them?" Cecilia asked, eyes wide. "Just...for him?"
"Yep." Fauna nodded, taking in their awe like it fueled her. "As I ntioned, Mika’s physiology is extraordinarily unique. Standard hospital scanners and monitors can’t handle the readings—they either give wildly inaccurate results or, in so cases, overload and burn out completely."
"These custom machines are the only ones capable of mapping his condition safely and sowhat accurately."
"And honestly, even they can’t capture the full scope of his capabilities, but they’re the best we have."
The doctors exchanged stunned glances, imaginations running wild at the idea of a constitution so powerful it could destroy dical equipnt just by being connected.
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