And wait just a second; that person, the one we were currently talking about, is currently mad at , isn’t she?
But...
Ah, yes... now it all clicks into place with sudden clarity!
Titania, even though the two of us are not in any kind of formal relationship or committed bond whatsoever, appeared to feel as though I had betrayed her right there in front of her very eyes.
As if I had committed an act of outright cheating while she watched.
Ugh, that truly would hurt; like cuckolding, or sothing.
Anyway, this single realization of mine would certainly explain the profound and unmistakable depth of sadness that had flickered so clearly in her wide violet eyes, just before she turned and flew away in a rush of pink light.
And perhaps—maybe even more significantly—my status as a god-touched individual isn’t helping the situation in the slightest;
If anything, it might be making everything far worse by causing to resemble, in her perception, the image of her long-departed lover from those ancient, painful tis buried deep in her millions of years’ history.
But say...
Can I actually make use of this sohow? That I happen to be god-touched?
If there is one single quality that all god-touched individuals likely share in common, it would have to be their inherent novelty:
The sheer unfamiliarity they carry with them from another world entirely.
Kuzunoha herself was one of the primary reasons that Shishi-no-su ever ca into existence in the first place.
And every single ti I have attempted to speak to the girls here about even the simplest things from Earth, they beco totally enraptured by the second-hand details alone.
Even if all I do is casually ntion sothing as mundane and ordinary as a vending machine, their eyes light up with wonder as though I have just revealed so forbidden secret of the universe.
So yeah, perhaps I could actually harness that very otherworldly knowledge of mine in order to gently breach the tightly closed-off and deeply scarred heart that Titania has guarded for so many endless millennia.
If I succeed in doing that, then not only would I gain another powerful and aningful connection to one of the most influential figures in this entire realm, but I might also finally find a genuine path that leads back ho; to my dark-skinned paradise. To Sara and the others!
Ack!
Uhm...!
Just as I completed that entire spiraling train of thoughts inside my head, I suddenly beca aware once again of the present mont.
The fairies had been quietly staring at the whole ti, their expressions softened into warm, trusting smiles that seed to radiate gentle confidence, as though they had already placed complete faith in whatever decision I might eventually reach.
"Hehe. I’m sure that if it’s you," Roselyn said with a lazy stretch as she rose to her full height, arching her back in a slow, deliberate motion that caused her wings to shimr faintly behind her, "...Queen Titania would finally wear a real, genuine smile on her face in no ti at all."
She was now dressed in a short grey skirt that clung lightly to the curve of her hips and upper thighs, ending high enough to reveal the smooth, dark expanse of her toned legs whenever she shifted her weight.
Paired with it was a snug top that hugged every contour of her petite body with almost possessive tightness;
The fabric had been deliberately cut away in a bold open space at the front, leaving a generous portion of the inner swell of her small yet firm breasts fully exposed to the warm air of the room.
The nipples themselves remained modestly concealed beneath the thin remaining material, though they pressed visibly outward in firm, insistent peaks that strained against the cloth with every subtle breath she took.
"Okay, but before you go rushing off to cheer up our eternal bratty little Queen," Roselyn continued, her golden eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievous spark as she floated gracefully over to my side in a single fluid motion.
She reached out with both hands and gently cupped my face between her warm palms, her thumbs brushing lightly along my jawline in slow, affectionate strokes. "Let’s take just a quick mont to play with our genitals for a second, shall we?"
Seriously?!
After we had literally just finished an exhaustive session only a few hours earlier?!
Roselyn’s sexual appetite truly seed to exist sowhere high up among the clouds, boundless and insatiable in a way that still managed to catch off guard even now.
But strangely enough, this ti around I didn’t feel even the slightest hint of that overwhelming dizziness or exhaustion that used to threaten to make faint from sheer excess.
No trembling legs or spinning head, nor the desperate need to collapse and recover for hours.
Looking back from the very first mont I had arrived here in Elyndor, I had grown quite noticeably stronger, both as a person and simply as a human being capable of enduring far more than I ever imagined possible.
Haha...
Perhaps I had grown a bit too much, too fast, in ways that even I hadn’t fully processed yet.
The realization settled over quietly as Roselyn’s fingers lingered on my cheeks, her touch steady and reassuring.
The vibe around us still carried the faint, lingering traces of everything that had transpired earlier, the distant hum of Fairylynch waking slowly to the new day outside.
My own body felt different now—lighter, yet more solid at the sa ti, as though the System’s gifts had quietly woven themselves deeper into my very being during all those relentless rounds.
Roselyn tilted her head slightly, studying my expression with that knowing half-smile of hers, the one that always seed to see straight through whatever thoughts were tumbling around inside my mind.
Her golden eyes caught the light and held it, warm and patient, waiting for to respond or perhaps simply to lean into whatever ca next.
I exhaled slowly, feeling the air move through my lungs with a steadiness I hadn’t possessed before.
The androgynous lines of my face—sharper jaw softened by fuller lips, piercing ice-blue eyes frad by brown lashes—reflected back at in the faint sheen of her gaze.
And for a brief mont I wondered if that very novelty she and the others found so captivating might truly be the key to reaching soone as ancient and wounded as Titania.
The fairies’ warm smiles hadn’t faded; if anything, they had grown a fraction brighter, as though my internal debate had only confird whatever quiet certainty they already carried about .
Roselyn’s thumbs traced one last gentle arc along my cheekbones before she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my skin.
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