Vol 3. Chapter 46: After the Kiss
As promised, the sun rose once more.
Morning light streamed into the bedroom.
The black-haired girl, who had been sitting on the sofa for who knew how long, slowly opened her eyes.
After glancing at the quiet morning streets outside the window, Miss Yumo turned her gaze back toward the bed, looking at the breathtaking silver-haired girl who was still fast asleep.
The moment her eyes landed on Mengxi's angelic face—
Especially those soft pink lips—
Yumo's cheeks gradually flushed.
The memories of last night began replaying through her mind like a looping slideshow.
After recalling everything...
Especially the scene of Mengxi kissing her, their tongues intertwined...
Miss Yumo's face finally became as red as a perfectly {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} ripe apple.
Wrapping her arms around her knees, she curled up on the sofa, gently licking her lips as though reminiscing about something.
At this moment...
Miss Yumo looked no different from a bashful young girl...
"Y-You little brat..."
Staring at Mengxi's sleeping face, Miss Yumo couldn't help muttering with embarrassed annoyance.
To be honest...
Her emotions were incredibly complicated.
Last night...
Her first kiss...
Had actually been stolen by this troublesome girl?
And while the girl was completely drunk?
Having her first kiss snatched away so unexpectedly had left Yumo both shocked and strangely unsettled.
Well...
It wasn't as though Miss Yumo treasured her first kiss with the obsessive devotion of a shoujo manga heroine.
But after being kissed...
Both her heart and body had experienced an indescribably strange sensation.
Her heartbeat had accelerated wildly.
Her heart was filled with confusion.
In Yumo's eyes...
Mengxi had always been one of her own children.
Or perhaps a younger sister.
Under normal circumstances...
If a child or younger sister suddenly kissed her on the lips, she ought to be angry.
After all, such behavior crossed an inappropriate boundary.
However...
—
Last night...
After Mengxi kissed her...
Not only had she failed to become angry...
She had actually felt an inexplicable sense of happiness...
That realization forced Miss Yumo to reconsider a very serious question.
Exactly what kind of feelings did she have toward Mengxi?
Did she truly see her as a child?
A younger sister?
Or...
Something else?
No matter what...
At the time, Yumo's mind had been overflowing with shock, disbelief, anger, delight, confusion, and countless other emotions.
Her thoughts had become a complete mess.
After their lips had parted...
Even after that lingering thread of saliva had finally broken...
The excitement shining in Mengxi's eyes only grew stronger, as though she intended to take things even further.
Although Yumo had firmly restrained both of Mengxi's hands...
The girl's lips proved astonishingly capable.
After conquering Yumo's mouth...
They gradually traveled downward.
Nibbling gently at her neck.
Lightly licking her collarbone...
As wave after wave of intense stimulation flooded her senses...
Yumo was shocked to discover that her own body was gradually growing limp.
Mengxi's restrained hands even began showing signs of breaking free.
A hazy pink atmosphere slowly enveloped both of them~
If she had simply allowed Mengxi to continue...
Yumo knew perfectly well what the girl would do once her hands were free.
The contents of that spring dream would probably have played out in reality.
"Not... yet..."
Still completely unprepared mentally, Yumo gritted her teeth.
A crimson light flashed through her eyes.
Guided by Yumo's power...
Several Blood Butterflies fluttered above Mengxi.
As Sleep Powder gently scattered downward...
The hearts practically visible in Mengxi's eyes gradually faded.
After a brief spell of dizziness...
The silver-haired girl finally lost consciousness.
She collapsed directly against Yumo's modest chest.
Only then...
Did the pink, intoxicating atmosphere filling the room finally disappear.
Everything returned to silence.
Miss Yumo let out a long sigh of relief.
'This girl... has finally calmed down...'
Yet...
Even as she relaxed...
An indescribable sense of disappointment quietly emerged within her heart.
After settling Mengxi comfortably...
Yumo climbed out of bed and hurried into the bathroom to take a shower before changing into a fresh set of clothes.
As for why she suddenly needed a bath and a change of clothes...
Well...
There was no need to spell it out.
Those who understood...
Understood.
Even after changing...
Yumo didn't dare return to the bed.
Instead, she simply curled up on the sofa, silently watching the unconscious silver-haired girl.
Thus...
Until dawn arrived...
Not another word was spoken.
Yumo didn't enter "statue mode" again.
She remained sitting on the sofa the entire night, quietly staring at Mengxi while letting out an occasional complicated sigh.
—
Back in the present...
The events of last night still felt incredibly vivid.
Looking at the silver-haired girl's peaceful sleeping face...
A strange thought suddenly surfaced in Yumo's mind.
'If... I'd just let that girl continue...'
It...
Probably would've felt...
Really good...
Just kissing...
Just touching...
Had already been so overwhelmingly stimulating...
The moment she let her imagination wander...
A vivid image appeared in her mind.
Two snow-white bodies entwined together without even the slightest distance between them.
Passionately kissing.
Exploring each other's most private places...
The scene played itself out with startling clarity.
The very next second...
Miss Yumo frowned.
Hm?
Wait?!
What the hell am I thinking?!
Realizing her thoughts were heading somewhere dangerous, Miss Yumo hurriedly shook her head over and over, throwing those ridiculous fantasies out of her mind.
We're both girls...
Besides...
Mengxi is the Child of Destiny.
I'm the final boss.
She's supposed to kill me...
What am I even imagining...
Seriously...
Besides...
Thinking about it carefully...
Even if she hadn't stopped Mengxi last night and had allowed things to continue...
Nothing would really have happened.
At the very least...
Her chastity would've remained perfectly safe.
With Mengxi's current strength...
She probably couldn't even...
Break through that final barrier...
After silently grumbling to herself...
Miss Yumo's gaze drifted toward the bottles of alcohol Saiboke-Baniya had prepared for her on the writing desk.
The black-haired girl's brows knitted tightly together.
'Alcohol...'
What a harmful thing...
After silently cursing it a few more times...
Yumo made up her mind.
From now on...
Absolutely under no circumstances...
Would she ever let Mengxi touch alcohol again!
As the saying went—
Drinking leads to trouble.
And with Mengxi's pathetic alcohol tolerance...
One sip and she was already drunk.
That was trouble upon trouble.
Besides...
Once drunk...
This girl became unbelievably bold...
Right now she wasn't strong enough to do anything to Yumo.
But Mengxi was the chosen one.
Her future potential was limitless.
If one day she became truly powerful...
Then got drunk again...
Wouldn't Yumo end up...
So, just to be safe...
She absolutely couldn't allow Mengxi to develop a drinking habit!
From now on...
Mengxi could drink anything she wanted—
As long as it wasn't alcohol.
However...
Speaking of drinking...
What Mengxi had said after getting drunk...
Did that count as...
Speaking the truth after drinking?
It probably did...
Then...
Didn't that mean the girl really...
—"Sister... I like you..."—
Recalling the words Mengxi had whispered while kissing her and exploring her body the previous night...
Yumo unconsciously bit her lip.
Her gaze toward the sleeping silver-haired girl grew even more complicated.
The entire reason she'd encouraged Mengxi to drink in the first place...
Had been to test whether the girl had discovered her true identity.
Yet throughout everything that happened last night...
Mengxi had called her nothing but "Big Sister" or "Sister Yu."
She had never once slipped and called her "Sister Yumo" or "Xiaomo."
Even in such a muddled state...
She hadn't let anything slip.
It seemed...
She had simply been overthinking things.
More importantly...
This girl really did like her...
Even though...
They had only officially met once...
Just what...
And besides...
What exactly did Mengxi mean by "like"?
The way friends liked each other?
The affection between close girlfriends?
Or...
"Sigh... You little troublemaker. You've left me completely tangled up inside, yet you're sleeping so soundly!"
Grumbling to herself, Miss Yumo walked over to the bed and "viciously" reached out, pinching and kneading Mengxi's soft cheeks.
Just then—
Knock. Knock.
Following several knocks at the door...
A deep, magnetic voice drifted into Yumo's ears.
"Miss Yu, are you awake?"
Hm?
Saiboke-Baniya?
The unexpected interruption caused Yumo to temporarily stop taking her "revenge" on Mengxi's cheeks.
Retracting her hand, the black-haired girl looked curiously toward the bedroom door.
"What is it, Saiboke-Baniya? It's still so early."
"Miss Yu, someone from the Snow Night Imperial Palace has arrived. They wish to meet with you."
Yumo: Hm?
The moment she heard the words "Imperial Palace," and thought of the Child of Destiny...
Miss Yumo frowned, a suspicious look appearing in her eyes.
The Imperial Palace?
Xue Tianao-Valedin's people?
Why would they come looking for me first thing in the morning?