"Your cute Spiritual Ego Partner is completely correct!" Titania—or rather, Vaelora speaking through her—giggled in the refined, practiced manner of soone long accustod to royal composure.
The sound was genuinely one of the cutest things I had heard all day, carrying a light, lodic quality that sohow still held an undercurrent of poised authority.
"And you already give a feeling as though you are a Class 3 Demigod," she continued, her voice gentle yet carrying absolute certainty. "You are the one responsible for that such imnse and dense aura hanging up in the clouds, no? That vast, overwhelming pressure drifting high above Fairylynch like an unseen storm cloud waiting to descend at any mont?"
YELP!
I was found out!
The realization struck as I looked out the window.
I had thought dispersing most of my aura upward would keep it subtle and unobtrusive, but clearly it had been far more visible than I realized to anyone with the right perception.
"Haha! It wasn’t really being hidden in the first place," she laughed, the tone warm and understanding rather than accusatory. "Even people who don’t understand magic can see it, considering the density of the conceptual force radiating outward so strongly. It’s quite unmistakable once one knows what to look for, even if they lack the precise terminology to describe what they see."
"Eh?! I’m really sorry about that!" I apologized at once, feeling genuine regret rise in my chest. "I did it so I wouldn’t scare the fairies here. I was deliberately trying to keep everything calm and peaceful, to ensure no one felt threatened or overwheld by my presence.
"I hope it didn’t cause any trouble? I never ant to create any disturbance or discomfort for anyone in Fairylynch."
"Oh gracious," she murmured, raising one small hand to lightly cover her lips in a gesture of gentle surprise mixed with amusent. "You an to say you cannot hold such levels of aura that you had to send so away into the sky to avoid overwhelming the realm?
"You sound like an ancient monster who has just awakened from a long slumber and is now politely apologizing for the simple fact that his re existence shakes the very air and earth around him."
R-Right...
Hearing it phrased that way made my own actions suddenly sound ridiculous—like I was so primordial entity attempting to move delicately through a fragile garden without crushing anything underfoot.
Then she continued, her voice softening just a touch while still retaining that subtle teasing edge. "As for whether you caused trouble or not... You definitely did."
"Really?!"
"Yes. Quite a lot of trouble too," she confird calmly. "But since you’re here now, you could help fix it, no?"
"I’m truly sorry," I said again, bowing my head slightly in earnest apology. "I will do everything I can to help. Whatever is necessary to calm things down and restore peace, I will do it without hesitation."
And then Vaelora’s lips curved into a mischievous smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling with clear delight and a hint of playful cunning.
At the sa mont, one of her eyes—the left one—slowly shifted back from that soft pink hue to the familiar light violet associated with Titania herself.
Now she had one pink eye and one violet eye, the striking contrast making her overall appearance look even more dashing and captivating in a way that montarily caught off guard.
"Huh?! Why did you partially release ?" Her voice had abruptly returned to its small and child-like pitch, high and filled with indignation. "E... Eh?! Vaelora, what’s the aning of this? I can’t move my body."
[Of course you can’t? I’m still possessing you~] [Vae]
Ah, I could hear Vaelora’s voice echoing in my head, playful and completely endearing.
I think I like Vaelora.
[If you want to fix the problem you caused, Benjamin Mark... Satisfy both I and my queen at the sa ti] [Vae]
As she said that, one of her small hands moved on its own and slowly raised the hem of her frilly skirt upward, deliberately exposing the tight pink panties underneath.
The thin fabric clung closely to her most intimate area, outlining the soft shape of her vagina in clear, revealing detail.
The sight was sudden, bold, and impossible to ignore.
"Eep! S-Stay away! I will have you executed if you try anything lewd!"
Titania’s cute face flushed a deep crimson as she visibly struggled against the possession, her voice high and panicked, her body trembling with the effort to regain control.
I looked directly at the shape pressed against the fabric—the gentle curve, the slight indentation where the material hugged her vagina—then I took a slow step forward toward the fairy Queen.
"Ahhh! I said stay away! I don’t want your stinky cock inside my royal self!"
Titania protested loudly, her words sharp and indignant, even as her own hands—still under Vaelora’s influence—continued to hold the skirt up and lightly pushed her hips forward in invitation toward .
When I finally reached her, close enough to feel the slight warmth radiating from her small fra, I placed one hand gently on her shoulder to steady her.
With the other hand, I carefully reached down and drew her frilly skirt back down to its proper place, covering her once more.
[Eh?] "Eh...?" Both Titania and Vaelora’s voices overlapped in perfect confusion, one small and startled, the other mature and equally taken aback.
"I’m sorry, Vaelora," I muttered quietly, keeping my gaze level. "And I appreciate the offer. Despite being completely turned on by that flash of paradise; I refuse to do this against Titania’s will."
Titania’s big eyes widened dramatically, pupils dilating as she stared up at in stunned silence.
Then, almost imdiately, she flicked her gaze sharply to the side, cheeks still burning.
"A... Are you saying my body is not good enough?!"
What a pain, this brat!!
[Understood, Benjamin Mark. If that is your wish, I shall no longer intervene.] [Vae]
Vaelora’s voice echoed once more in my head, calm and accepting.
A mont later, Titania’s eyes returned fully to their normal light violet hue.
With the possession lifted completely, she imdiately folded her arms tightly across her chest and swung her head to the side in a classic pout, refusing to et my eyes.
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