Inside a refined and artistic-looking house, one man and three halovians were spending a warm, peaceful evening together in the living room.
"Father, I've been studying the management of Penacony. I want to share your political burden as soon as possible."
Sitting on the nearby sofa, Sunday spoke softly and respectfully to Lucian, who sat on the long sofa with Serfina and Robin on each of his sides.
"Umu, you're doing great." Lucian nodded with a smile. "You've grown up—almost catching up to me."
Being praised, Sunday couldn't help but grin.
"Father, I'll work hard to reach your level. I won't let you down."
Children, after all, just needed praise.
Especially since Sunday's way of doing things in the script was a bit different from the original him in reality, it was incredibly effective—particularly when it came to Lucian, whom he deeply respected.
Unlike Robin, who liked to cling to Lucian, Sunday showed a kind of respectful admiration whenever Lucian's name came up.
"Now, now, let's not talk about work. Let me see if your piano skills have gotten rusty."
Lucian asked Sunday to play the piano, and Sunday, already used to this request, didn't hesitate and went straight to the piano in the corner of the living room.
Robin joined in as well, standing beside the piano, taking on the role of lead singer.
Lucian, holding Serfina in his arms, sat on the sofa and watched his two children perform, a faint smile adorning his face.
Just like that, the night went on peacefully, stretching onward until late into the night.
Not long after the family gathering ended, Robin came to Lucian.
"Father, can you wake me up tomorrow morning? I have an important speech at school."
"Got it."
Already used to Robin's request, Lucian nodded and instinctively reached out to pat Robin's head, but stopped halfway.
In the end, his hand moved to her shoulder and gently tapped it.
"Go to sleep, little bird."
"Mm! Good night, Father!"
Smiling brightly, Robin walked back to her room with light steps.
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Early the next morning, Lucian, having already made a promise to Robin yesterday, arrived at her bedroom door.
*Thud-Thud!*
He gave two symbolic knocks before pushing it open—a door that had never been guarded against him.
As soon as he stepped inside, a fragrance filled with a sweet warmth unique to a girl instantly drifted into his nose.
In the bedroom, the thick curtains blocked most of the morning light, leaving only a small bedside lamp to cast a hazy, golden glow.
On the large bed, Robin was still sound asleep—curled slightly on her side, the thin velvet blanket covering only her waist and leaving her upper body exposed to the cool air.
Seeing this, Lucian's gaze froze in place.
Her cute pajama top had somehow come undone during sleep—two small shell buttons at the collar had come loose, and one side of her pajama collar had slipped open, revealing a smooth stretch of delicate shoulder and the graceful lines of her collarbone.
Even more distracting was how the soft fabric of her pajama top had slid lower, tracing the gentle, well-shaped curves of her developing chest, showing a faint glimpse of pale skin and the alluring edge of that tempting, hidden valley.
In the dim morning light, that unintentional, spring-like scene carried a subtle, unconscious allure that made Lucian's breath hitch almost imperceptibly, his deep eyes glinting faintly.
Sure enough, his lucky pervert trait was working its magic again.
'Before I knew it, my little bird had grown up, huh...'
As this thought crossed his mind, Lucian sighed and shook his head, then walked to the bed, leaned down, and spoke in a low, steady voice.
"Little bird, time to wake up."
"Mmm…"
Robin mumbled a sleepy response, her long lashes fluttering a few times before she slowly opened her eyes.
Her green pupils focused in confusion at first, but the moment she saw that familiar, handsome face right in front of her, her consciousness snapped back.
"Morning, Father~"
Robin pushed herself up, rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn, which made her curves even more visible, though she herself was completely unaware of it. Right afterward, she even began to do a light stretch, making her curves stand out even more.
Had she done it fully, Lucian would've been treated to quite a sight.
Right after stretching, however, Robin suddenly felt a chill brush across her chest, which made her realize that something was wrong with her clothes.
As she slowly looked down...
"Kya!"
A short cry caught in Robin's throat.
Her face flushed red instantly, the color spreading from her ears down to her neck—even the wings behind her ears turned slightly pink.
In the next moment, she scrambled to pull up the slipped collar and fasten the buttons, but the more she panicked, the clumsier her fingers became, as no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the small shell buttons through the holes.
In fact, her frantic movements only made the open neckline sway, revealing even more of her two soft bunnies.
"F-Father! Could you please turn around?"
Robin asked the silent Lucian in a trembling voice, on the verge of tears from embarrassment.
Watching her flustered and helpless state, Lucian couldn't help but chuckle softly before calmly turning his back.
A few moments later, Robin finally said she was ready, and he turned around.
"Don't worry, I didn't see anything."
Lucian's statement, of course, was the oldest 'I totally saw it' in the book.
"Please, don't say that... Father..."
Robin's cheeks turned red again as she covered her face, too shy to look at him.
However, because of that, she didn't even realize Lucian had stepped closer.
"Hold still."
Suddenly hearing Lucian's commanding voice, Robin froze and instinctively looked up at him.
In the next moment, she felt his hand tug lightly at the collar of her pajama top, making her body go rigid as if she had been struck by a binding spell, her heart pounding wildly.
'Could it be that Father...'
Just as a 'dangerous' thought began to take shape in Robin's mind, it was immediately interrupted.
"Yeah, there's still one button left undone..."
Lucian spoke calmly, his eyes fixed intently on a particular button of Robin's pajama top.
In the next moment, he leaned forward to fasten the button, causing Robin's body to tremble lightly, her breathing quickening.
Robin didn't dare look into his eyes and could only stare fixedly at his chin—so close she could almost feel his breath, as a warm, guilty rush spread through every inch of her body.
However, unable to hold back her urge anymore, she finally looked up, and in that instant, her father's impossibly handsome face and beautiful golden eyes were reflected clearly in her wide eyes.
A few moments later, when Lucian finally fastened the button, his gaze accidentally moved downward and met Robin's.
In that instant, the room fell silent—only the faint chirping of birds could be heard from outside the window.
He had to admit that the girl before his eyes somehow looked like a beautiful porcelain doll—delicate and perfect.
A beautiful face, a tall nose, and soft, rosy lips as pink as cherries—all of it was the fruit he had personally nurtured.
Lucian slowly raised his hand and brushed his fingers along Robin's cheek, causing her heart to pound so fast it felt like it might explode.
Yet at the same time, a wave of panic and a strange, dangerous yearning suddenly filled Robin's chest—something she both feared and secretly longed for.
Instinctively, Robin closed her eyes—her long lashes trembled violently, fluttering like frightened wings in the wind, while her body leaned forward slightly, as if unconsciously responding to what was about to come.
Seeing Robin close her eyes, Lucian leaned in as well, almost instinctively, without realizing it himself.
Just as the heavy, suffocating tension between them was about to cross a certain line—
*Thud-Thud!*
Two crisp, rhythmic knocks on the door shattered the suffocating, hazy air like an ice pick.
"Robin, breakfast is ready~!"
Serfina's gentle voice came through the door.
As if yanked out of a vivid dream, Robin jolted violently—her eyes snapped open wide, panic and shame flooding her gaze.
Lucian's hand, which had been resting on her cheek, withdrew instantly—so fast it left a blur.
Meanwhile, the dark, almost dominating aura that had surrounded him moments before vanished completely, replaced once more by the calm, composed warmth of a gentle father.
"Y-Yes, Mother! I-I'll be right there!"
Robin responded to her mother, but her voice shot up in pitch from nervousness.
Immediately after, she fumbled to adjust the collar of her already-buttoned pajamas, then ran her fingers through her hair in a rush while keeping her gaze down, not daring to glance at Lucian beside her.
"L-Let's go! We shouldn't keep Mother waiting!"
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