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Over half an hour later, Seiun Sky emerged from the bathroom after her shower.
A white bath towel wrapped around her chest; the bright light coated her shoulders in snowy white.
Seiun Sky called out delicately toward Lucian, "Trainer~"
Lucian glanced her way, then looked back at his phone.
He'd meant to work on lesson plans, but Seiun Sky had derailed everything.
Since it was too late, he'd scroll videos instead.
"Trainer, what's that supposed to mean? Am I really that unattractive?" Seiun Sky, barefoot, padded over with wet little feet—thump, thump, thump—to Lucian's bedside.
"Put clothes on and dry your hair. Don't catch a cold." Lucian caught the warm scent of his body wash on her. "Towel's mine, body wash too?"
"Not allowed? Now I'm completely covered in Trainer's scent." Seiun Sky spun half a circle in front of him; the towel swayed with her motion. "Trainer's so unromantic."
"Old married couple."
"Who's an old married couple with Trainer! If you won't look, then you get nothing."
Lucian rose from the bed, scooped Seiun Sky up by the waist. "Not changing? Then I'll dress you myself."
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Fifteen minutes later, Seiun Sky was dressed and her hair dried.
She hadn't worn the cheongsam battle outfit Silence Suzuka gave her, but a white lace camisole nightdress.
Silk fabric, smooth and glossy—like the floating milk effect on TV.
"Cold? Wearing something so thin." He didn't want her sacrificing warmth for style.
Besides, whatever she wore, it'd be off soon anyway.
"A little cold." Like a swimming fish, Seiun Sky agilely slipped into Lucian's blanket. "Not cold now. The blanket still has Trainer's leftover warmth."
"Oh~ good." Lucian picked up the phone by the bed and sat on the sofa.
Seiun Sky poked her head out. "Trainer, what are you doing? Hurry to bed."
"Men and women keep distance. I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."
"No way!" Seiun Sky's reaction mirrored Silence Suzuka's. "Then I'll sleep on the sofa too."
Seeing her start to lift the blanket, Lucian stopped teasing. "Lie down, lie down. Don't move, or you'll really catch a cold..."
Seeing Lucian return, Seiun Sky made room.
Once Lucian lay back against the headboard, Seiun Sky climbed fully onto him, inhaling his scent deeply. "Tonight's power~"
"Now I know why you refused my 'farewell kiss' earlier."
"I never said goodbye to Trainer, so no farewell kiss needed." Seiun Sky straightened her legs, stacking them over Lucian's.
"I never said goodbye to Trainer, so no farewell kiss needed." Seiun Sky straightened her legs, stacking them over Lucian's.
She pressed her calves against his thighs, the silk of her nightdress sliding cool and slick between them. Lucian's hand drifted from the phone, settling on her bare knee. Seiun Sky's breath hitched, soft and quick. She shifted, thighs parting just enough for his fingers to trace upward, brushing the hem's lace edge.
"Still ignoring me?" she murmured, voice low, teasing. Her hips rolled once, slow pressure against his lap. Lucian's grip tightened; he set the phone aside, eyes finally on her.
He pushed the nightdress higher, fabric bunching at her waist. Seiun Sky arched, guiding his hand between her legs. Warm, damp lace met his fingertips. She moaned quietly, rocking into the touch. Lucian hooked the fabric aside, stroking deliberate circles over her clit. Her thighs trembled; another soft moan spilled out.
"More," she whispered, nails digging into his shoulders. Lucian slid two fingers inside her, curling slow, steady. Seiun Sky's hips bucked, breath catching in short, needy gasps. She leaned in, lips grazing his ear. "Want you now."
She reached down, freeing him from his pants. Hard, hot against her palm. Seiun Sky guided him to her entrance, sinking down in one smooth glide. A low moan escaped her as he filled her completely. She paused, savoring the stretch, then began to move—rolling hips, steady rhythm, not rushed.
Lucian's hands gripped her waist, guiding her pace. Seiun Sky leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest through thin silk. She kissed him, tongue sliding against his, moans muffled between them. Each downward thrust drew a sharper sound from her throat—soft, desperate.
"Like that," she breathed, speeding up just a fraction. Lucian thrust up to meet her, the slap of skin quiet in the dim room. Seiun Sky's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling as pleasure coiled tight. She came with a shuddering moan, walls clenching around him, head thrown back.
Lucian followed seconds later, hips jerking, spilling deep inside her with a low groan. Seiun Sky collapsed against his chest, both breathing hard, slick with sweat.
Seeing Lucian still scrolling, completely unaffected, Seiun Sky bristled.
She inched upward, lying on his chest to peer at his phone. "Trainer, it's just a cat-petting video. That interesting?"
"Then what should I watch?" Lucian suddenly frowned. 1
He strongly suspected Seiun Sky hadn't had enough milk as a child either.
"Don't understand what Trainer's saying. Next video~" Seiun Sky curled up, gaze shifting from screen to his face.
She listened to his increasingly ragged breathing, felt his occasional tremors. "1? 1."
"Not… funny."
"How about a video call with Suzuka? Wonder if she's settled in. I'm worried—one-blanket besties, after all."
"Now besties?"
Lucian didn't buy Seiun Sky's nonsense.
Always bickering with Silence Suzuka like clam and snipe... the point was, he wasn't the fisherman; he was the meat inside the clam.
"Call, call~" Seiun Sky pouted, urging.
Her face looked pure and cute, like a dainty girlfriend curled in her boyfriend's arms, but her restless hands were so lewd... making Lucian feel oddly violated.
"No call. Already talked to Suzuka earlier. Her plane landed; she's probably resting. Don't disturb her."
"No call, fine. I bet Suzuka can't resist calling Trainer." Seiun Sky grinned slyly. "Since Trainer won't call Suzuka, call me instead~"
She was right here—why call? No need.
"Call your head." Lucian tossed the darkened phone aside, grabbing Seiun Sky's wrist.
She wasn't scared, just lowered her head and lightly nipped his skin.
"Still biting. Can't tame you at all." Lucian's hand unconsciously gripped her neck again; Seiun Sky stuck out her little tongue playfully.
Fresh from the shower, her small mouth looked especially pink and delicate; Lucian couldn't help rubbing it gently with his thumb.
"Meow—" Seiun Sky bit down.
"Hiss~ You actually bit." Lucian pulled his hand back.
"Trainer wants me gentler, I can be~" Seiun Sky tucked stray hair behind her ear, pressed against him, and kissed.
Seiun Sky still loved kissing, loved using her tongue to trace her affection.
"Trainer, nice fabric on this nightdress, right~"
Lucian nodded; hard to disagree. "Really nice. Feels very smooth."
"Hehe, whose taste is it? Unlike Suzuka, who only picks skimpy outfits." Seiun Sky didn't forget to step on Silence Suzuka.
But Lucian didn't agree with that.
Each had its charm; he liked both.
"Alright, Trainer, lights off."
"Good night."
"Not good night. Too early for good night." Seiun Sky grumbled softly. "Good night? Trainer's not honest at all—clearly more energetic than me."
"Slept too long this afternoon."
Seiun Sky mimicked sarcastically, "Slept too long this afternoon~"
Next second, Lucian gripped her throat again. "Cocky little lewd kitty. Payback time... no, settle scores—revenge for revenge, grievances for grievances."
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