A girl’s room, huh?
It’s been ages since I last stepped foot in one.
Or rather... I’ve never truly been in one before. Well, except for Karen’s room back ho.
But when she started getting more aggressive—coming suddenly closer, touching my arm longer than necessary, and asking questions that carried hidden anings—I always found excuses to leave.
I stayed away, and told myself it was better that way. I didn’t want to betray Mr. Steven’s trust and sleep with his daughter, but was that correct?
Would Mr. Steven really have minded?
I kind of wish I had paid her more attention now. Maybe things would have turned out differently.
I hope they’re alright back on Earth. Karen, her siblings, her mother, and that child of hers I never got to see... I wonder if she later found the father.
Now that I think about it, I was supposed to et her a few days after my death, wasn’t I?
She seed so desperate in her last ssages, like she was holding on by a thread.
And here I am, in another world entirely, surrounded by fairies who look at like I’m so kind of prince.
"C’mon, quit spacing out!"
Roselyn’s voice cut through the haze like a sharp snap.
She was still kneeling in the center of the bed, leaning forward on her elbows, her golden eyes fixed on with that familiar mix of impatience and playful challenge.
"You have all these pretty packages waiting right here, and you can still trail off into your own head? You must be used to girls throwing themselves at you by now."
"Ahaha... N-Nothing of the sort... sorry." I scratched the back of my cheek with one finger, managing a small, awkward smile. "Your room just reminded of sothing from the past. It’s nice, by the way. Really cozy and personal."
However, Roselyn watched for a long beat.
Then her golden eyes narrowed slightly, sizing up from head to toe as though she could see straight through to the guilt twisting in my chest.
Honestly I didn’t like being looked at like that, like I was being pitied.
Her expression stayed unreadable, completely devoid of her teasing grin, and quick cobacks.
Just a steady and thoughtful observation of .
"Wh-what?"
"I guess..." she started slowly, almost speaking to herself, "...you were a god-touched, right? You should have friends and family back in your world..."
The words landed heavier than she probably ant them to.
Isabelle’s face changed beside her. The shy, composed face she had, was creasing; with her big green eyes softening with genuine sympathy, and her ips pressed into a thin, worried line.
She didn’t speak, though. But the shift was obvious, that she understood more than the other two fairies did.
Claire and Clay, by the way, remained blissfully unaware of the undercurrent.
They sat close together on the far side of the mattress, with their knees drawn up slightly, and their violet hair framing their identical faces.
Their wide eyes flicked between Roselyn and with simple curiosity, still flushed from earlier embarrassnt but not catching the sudden weight in the air.
They were just... being themselves, innocent and attentive.
Then Roselyn’s bright smile snapped back into place, bright and unstoppable as always, like sunlight breaking through clouds.
"Sorry to keep YOU waiting, Benjamin! Here I co..."
What did she an by that?
She rose smoothly from her kneeling position, with her bare feet pressing into the soft green sheets for balance.
The mattress dipped slightly under her weight as she stepped off the edge and closed the short distance between us in two quick strides.
The mont she reached , her body pressed flush against mine, so warm and solid from all her training, and electric too.
She rose onto her toes to close the height difference, her small fra stretching upward with effortless grace.
Then her hands slid up my shoulders and locked behind my neck, her fingers threading into my hair as she tugged my head down to et hers.
Her pert breasts flattened firmly against my chest through the thin crop top, her nipples already hard and dragging slow, deliberate circles against my shirt with every quick rise and fall of her breathing.
The heat of her skin soaked through the fabric, her toned stomach brushing my abdon, hips slotting perfectly against mine so the damp warmth radiating from between her thighs pressed right over the growing bulge in my pants.
Every tiny shift of her weight ground that heat against , deliberate and teasing, making my pulse hamr in my ears.
Her lips had t mine—soft, plush, and yielding at first like warm soap brushed against skin.
Then they parted wider, inviting in, and the kiss deepened in one slow, wet glide.
Her mouth... It tasted like cotton candy—sweet,m and kinda sticky, impossibly sugary like she was made up of the stuff, coating my tongue the instant it touched hers.
The flavor burst across my senses, rich and addictive, urging to chase it deeper, to press harder, to devour every trace.
Her tongue t mine in a lazy, sensual curl—sliding alongside it, stroking the side with slow drags, flicking teasingly at the tip before retreating so I had to follow her into her mouth.
Saliva gathered quickly, slick and warm, mixing with that candy sweetness until every breath I took carried her taste.
She moaned low into the kiss, the sound vibrating straight down my throat and settling heavy in my groin, her body arching closer so her breasts squished even tighter against , nipples scraping through layers of cloth like little points of fire.
Her lips were so soft they almost felt unreal—pliant and responsive, molding perfectly to mine with every tilt of her head.
When I sucked gently on her lower lip, she whimpered, the noise muffled but needy, and her hips rolled once against in instinctive response, grinding the soaked seam of her shorts right along the hardness of my penis.
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