The night was deep. Inside the massive bedroom, Nikita sat alone on the edge of the bed, detangling her long azure hair with her fingers while reflecting on the madness of the day. The lights were dim, and the silence was absolute.
Suddenly, that silence was shattered by a violent and frantic scream from the washroom. King Kairen cried out desperately:
"Nikita! Nikitaaa! Come here, quickly!"
Nikita's Terror: Hearing the King's unstable voice, Nikita jumped from the bed, her heart sinking. Her cute locket immediately began to glow a deep, blood-red as a warning of danger.
The Rush: Without a second thought, she sprinted toward the washroom. Her four blue wings (which the King had previously made invisible) flickered onto her back in her excitement.
The Washroom Scene: Reaching the door, she saw King Kairen standing before the mirror, his muscular chest bare. His pale cat-eyes were wide with shock and alarm.
The Strange Change: Kairen pointed a trembling finger at the mirror and stammered, "Nikita, look! My wings... they aren't coming back! Have I become a mere mortal forever?"
It seemed that while trying to hide the wings earlier, the King had accidentally recited the wrong incantation. Nikita looked closely and saw only tiny white feathers where his magnificent wings should have been.
The Laughter of the Queen
Nikita couldn't stop laughing! To see a mighty King, a warrior whose name made kingdoms tremble, mourning his lost wings like a small child in front of a mirror—the sight was too much for her.
She doubled over, clutching her stomach, her azure hair falling over her face as she shook with laughter.
King Kairen turned away from the mirror. His pale cat-eyes narrowed with rage and humiliation. He took a step toward her, his powerful bare chest heaving. He roared:
"Why are you laughing? Is this a joke to you? I have lost my wings, my magical power isn't working, and you're standing there making fun of me?"
Wounded Ego: His mysterious smile had vanished. He never imagined Nikita would laugh at his vulnerability.
Nikita's Teasing: Wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, she said, "Oh, so what if the wings are gone? You look like a perfectly 'cute' ordinary human now! Mr. King, are you afraid you won't be able to fly anymore?"
The Locket: Her cute locket pulsed with bright yellow and pink, signaling her mischievous joy.
Kairen reached out to intimidate her, but without his wings, his royal aura seemed diminished. He muttered through gritted teeth, "I gave you three months to have fun, but you've ruined me on the very first day!"
The Bathhouse Retaliation
Fuelled by rage at Nikita's mockery, King Kairen snapped! He grabbed her in one swift motion and threw her into the freezing water of the massive bathtub!
Nikita's State: Startled by the cold water, Nikita emerged gasping, her long azure hair plastered to her cheeks. Her white dress, now soaked, clung to her body, making her silhouette entirely visible.
The King's Flush: Seeing her wet form, the King's pale cat-eyes widened. He turned bright red with a mix of embarrassment and sudden arousal. His anger vanished instantly, replaced by a strange tension.
Nikita's Smirk: Nikita stood in the water with a slight smile, watching him. Her locket now glowed a provocative orange.
Seized by confusion, Kairen looked away quickly. "I... I was just scaring you. Because you were laughing... I... go change your clothes. I'm going downstairs." He fled the washroom, his 6'7" frame practically tripping over itself to escape.
The Steam and the Surrender
But Kairen didn't leave. Instead of running, he suddenly turned back. A stubborn streak of desire flashed in his eyes. Without a word, his bare-chested form dove into the water with her!
The Splash: Water cascaded over the sides of the tub. Nikita screamed in surprise, but he caught her by the waist and pulled her flush against him.
Wet Chemistry: Both were now completely soaked. Her white dress acted like a second skin, and his strong hands were firm against her wet back. Her azure hair tangled around his neck and shoulders.
The Return of the Smile: Kairen wasn't red anymore. He leaned close to her ear and gave his mysterious smile. He whispered, "You were laughing because I had no wings? I can still rule in the water without them, Nikita."
The Pulse: The locket glowed a deep, romantic lavender beneath the water. The room filled with steam and the heavy thumping of two hearts.
The Primal Craving
In the blue water, Kairen's touch sent a jolt of electricity through her. "Ahhh... Kairen, stop! What are you doing? Have you gone mad?" she gasped.
She tried to push against his muscular shoulders with her ivory hands, but he only held her tighter. His cat-eyes were dead serious. "You called me arrogant, Nikita? Tonight, I will wash away all your pride in this water."
The Sacred Night
Kairen could no longer restrain himself. He moved even closer, his hands gripping her shoulders. Gently, he slid the strap of her wet white dress down. His touch was cautious, as if he were handling a delicate glass doll.
Nikita let out a soft "Ahhh" at the sensation. She hid her face against his chest in shame. Kairen's bare chest was now pressed firmly against her.
The Whisper: "Don't try to run, Nikita. Tonight belongs only to us."
The Porcelain Reveal
As he moved the dress further, Nikita's soft, white stomach was revealed beneath the water. It looked as smooth and white as a cloud.
Kairen seemed to forget to breathe for a moment, his eyes filled with thirst and fascination. He touched her stomach lightly. Nikita shivered, trying to cover herself with her hands, but her azure hair acted as a mysterious veil.
"Why are you so beautiful, Nikita?" he whispered. "Touching you feels like touching a piece of a white cloud."
The Midnight Cry
It was 2 AM. The royal bedroom was silent, save for Nikita's muffled sobs. She lay exhausted on the pillows, her azure hair a mess.
"Enough! I can't take any more! Please stop, Kairen," she cried weakly. "Are you a man or a stone?"
The Cruel Command: Kairen leaned over her, his pale eyes merciless. He gave his mysterious smile and barked softly, "Quiet! Do not scream."
Nikita fell silent, her face flushed red with pain and shame. But soon she sobbed again, "Why is it so big? I really can't bear it! Let me go!"
The King's Rage: Her defiance angered him. His six massive black wings (which had mysteriously returned) trembled with fury. "You will do as I say! Do you not know the cost of disobeying me?"
He pulled her back toward him. She clawed at the bedsheets, but she was a feather against his strength. Her locket turned a dark, warning crimson.
The Dawn After the Storm
By 3 AM, the room was still. Kairen lay beside her, exhausted. His bare chest glistened with sweat. He looked at her and gave a satisfied smile.
"So... how was it? You screamed a lot, but tell me, how did it feel?"
Nikita lay curled in a ball of shame and fatigue. She turned her face away, her cheeks burning. "How was it? You are a literal monster! You are nearly seven feet tall, and your... that thing is so big! I... I can't even say it..." She hid her face in her hands.
Kairen whispered in her ear, "Everything about a King is royal, Nikita. You have three months to get used to it."
The locket glowed a calm, steady purple. Nikita lay tucked under his massive arm, a few tears still falling, but caught in his warmth.
The Tyrant Returns
In the morning, the romantic King was gone. He stood on the balcony, his bare chest exposed to the morning air, his cat-eyes burning like fire.
Below, the commoners trembled. Kairen had lost his temper and was ruling with an iron fist.
The Terror: Hundreds gathered in the courtyard. "How dare you defy my orders?" he bellowed. "My word is the final law in this kingdom!"
Nikita's Plight: Nikita watched from the window, still aching from the night before. Her locket flashed yellow with fear.
The Decree: Kairen looked down with his terrifying smile. "From today, no one shall leave their homes after sunset! Those who break the rules will have their heads taken in this very courtyard!"
His white cat sat at his feet, staring grimly at the crowd, a silent partner in the King's tyranny.Nikita watched from behind the curtain, realizing just how cruel the King could be. She thought to herself, "The man who held me so tenderly last night, cooing over me, is now acting like an executioner to terrify his people!"
Hearing the King's fearsome roar, Nikita stood by the window with unsteady legs. Seeing him vent his rage on his subjects, she couldn't stay silent. But her own body was breaking from the lingering pain. She gripped the window curtain with one hand and placed the other over her soft, white stomach.
In a low voice, wincing in pain, she addressed the King:
"You are out there giving such big speeches, but have you seen my condition? My stomach still hurts so much! What did you give me last night? Why is yours so big... I can't even stand up straight yet!"
Nikita's Distress: Her large eyes filled with tears again. Her azure hair fell messily over her face. She kept stroking her stomach, as if the strange heaviness and ache inside wouldn't fade.
The King's Change: Hearing the pained tone in her voice, King Kairen froze instantly. All the rage vanished from his pale cat-eyes in a heartbeat. Forgetting his subjects, he leaped from the balcony back into the room.
The Locket's Signal: Her cute locket was now glowing a bright orange, signaling the discomfort and ache within her body.
Kairen reached out to touch her stomach, but Nikita stepped back in a mix of shame and resentment. The King gave his mysterious smile and said softly, "Oh you silly girl, that was my royal power. I suppose it was a bit much for the first time. Come, let me massage you with magical oil; all the pain will go away."
Outside, the subjects wondered in amazement—the King who was just roaring in fury had suddenly gone inside and turned so quiet!
The Royal Massage
King Kairen, seeing Nikita's pouting face and her distress, couldn't hold back. Forgetting his duties, he swept her into his arms and laid her carefully on the royal bed.
He took a small golden vial from his drawer containing fragrant magical oil. As he moved her dress slightly to expose her soft stomach, Nikita felt a wave of intense shame. She covered her face with both hands and tried to curl her legs inward.
Nikita's Shame: Her face and ears turned bright red. She stammered, "Kairen... shame on you! What are you doing? What if someone sees?" Her azure hair spread across the pillow.
The King's Care: He gave his mysterious smile. "No one dares enter my room. Lie still, or the pain won't leave." He took the oil into his warm palms and began to massage her stomach with extreme gentleness.
The Locket's Pulse: At his touch, the locket glowed with a soothing blend of blue and pink. Under his hands, the unbearable ache transformed into a strange, comforting sensation. His pale eyes looked incredibly tender.
Suddenly, the voices of Raphael and Min-jun were heard outside the window. They were likely approaching the balcony to find out why the King had vanished so abruptly!
The Sealed Chamber
Seeing Nikita's blushing face and hearing the voices outside, Kairen took no risks. With a flick of his eyes and a burst of magical power, he slammed the bedroom door shut and locked it firmly from the inside.
No outside sound could penetrate the room now. He turned his full attention back to Nikita.
The Deep Massage: His powerful yet soft palms moved more intimately across her white stomach. Instead of pain, Nikita now felt a strange shiver of pleasure. She closed her eyes in a trance.
The Romantic Moment: As he massaged her, Kairen leaned slowly toward her face. His cat-eyes were now intoxicated with desire. He brushed the hair from her forehead and kissed her lips with lingering softness.
Nikita's Surrender: Though startled at first, Nikita eventually wrapped her arms around him in total peace. Her azure hair was a sea on the bed. In the heat of his bare-chested embrace, she forgot all her pain.
The Locket's Heat: Her locket now pulsed a fierce red, reflecting the deep passion between them. Kairen whispered into her ear, "I won't let you out of this room all day. All the 'ruling' today will happen right here."
Outside, Raphael and Min-jun stood wondering what on earth the King was doing behind that locked door. They tried pressing their ears against the wood to listen!
The Private Storm
The atmosphere inside the room was now sweltering. The King didn't care what Raphael thought. Nikita's wet white dress lay discarded in a corner, proof of how desperate the King had become.
Kairen dominated the bed with his powerful, bare-chested frame.
Nikita's State: She was trembling with a mix of shame and excitement. Her entire body had turned a flushed red, as if a wave of fire was passing through her. Whenever she tried to move, he held her tighter. Her azure hair created a magical tableau across the sheets.
The Sovereign's Gaze: Kairen watched every curve of her flushed body with his cat-eyes, that mysterious smile never leaving his lips. He was in no mood for any boundaries today.
The Union: As their bodies merged into one, Nikita tried to whisper something, but his deep kisses stole her words away.
The Locket's Frenzy: Her locket now glowed a frantic purple and red, the light reflecting off their sweat-slicked skin. Kairen draped his six massive black wings over the bed, ensuring the world remained shut out. From the outside, only the sounds of heavy breathing and the rustle of clutched bedsheets could be heard.
The Lingering Glow
King Kairen prepared to leave the room, donning his royal attire. Before departing, he checked himself in the mirror, his cat-eyes sharp. Even as he covered his muscular chest with royal silk, that mysterious smile remained.
Nikita stayed in bed. She looked at her discarded white dress on the floor and then pulled a thin sheet over herself to cover her body.
Nikita's Smile: As the King walked toward the door, Nikita began to giggle softly from under the sheets. Her azure hair was a mess on the pillow, and her eyes sparkled with happiness. The fear and pain of the previous night had been replaced by a strange sense of bliss.
The King's Farewell: Before opening the door, Kairen looked back. Seeing her smile, he winked and said, "Why are you laughing? Your body is still flushed red. Be careful, I'll be back soon."
The Locket's Peace: The locket now glowed a very calm, light pink, expressing her heart's satisfaction.
As the King stepped out, Nikita pulled the sheet tighter against her chest. The white dress on the floor remained the silent witness to the stories of the last few hours.
Outside, Raphael and Min-jun shrank back in fear as the King emerged. Raphael watched him with his own red eyes, but the King simply strode past them with regal authority.