Chapter 466: A Morning you want to last.
Morning.

I woke up feeling… strangely refreshed, yet heavier than usual.

My body was sore in places I hadn’t expected, but there was a pleasant warmth that lingered beneath the surface—like a gentle reminder of something intimate, something unforgettable.

The light of the sun seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room.

My vision was still hazy, but the scent of skin, sweat, and faint perfume clung to the air.

As my eyes adjusted, I blinked up at the familiar ceiling, and then—like a floodgate had been opened—the memories of last night returned in vivid, almost overwhelming clarity.

“…Right.”

I turned my head to the side.

There they were.

Snow and Rose.

Sleeping soundly, beautifully, almost angelically beside me.

One on each side.

Their soft, steady breaths rose and fell as the thin bedsheets clung to their bare forms.

Their faces were relaxed, lips parted slightly as if still caught in the afterglow of everything we’d shared.

Just looking at them made my chest tighten.

There was a sense of peace in the air, like time itself had slowed down to preserve this moment for me.

And for a second, I didn’t want to move—not even to shift the bedsheets—afraid that even the smallest rustle might disturb their well-earned rest.

I really did it, huh?

The thought echoed in my mind as my heart gave an almost childlike skip, fluttering with disbelief and fulfillment.

Was this real?

A part of me still couldn’t quite grasp it. It felt like the kind of perfect, bittersweet dream you’d wake up from too soon… only I hadn’t woken up alone.

They were still here. I could see the way the morning light danced across their skin, could hear their quiet breaths, and feel the warmth they left in the sheets beside me.

It was real.

Snow… and Rose.

My lovers.

They were supposed to be two of the most composed, elegant girls in the academy.

And yet—last night—they’d both shown sides of themselves I never expected.

Snow had been shy at first, hesitant even, but the way she responded to my touch… the way she trembled, moaned, and clung to me with every kiss—it made me realize just how much she’d been holding back.

Her vulnerability made her all the more beautiful.

And Rose… Rose was something else entirely.

‘Did she learn to suck like that instinctively…?’

I’d always seen her as collected, refined, even cold at times—but when the heat rose and the distance fell away, she became… wild. Passionate. Erotic in a way I never imagined.

It shocked me—pleasantly so—but it also made something possessive stir in my chest.

I’d seen a side of her that no one else had. No one else would.

That said, I had one small worry gnawing at the back of my head.

One that wasn’t quite romantic.

We were… too intense.

And there was no shortage of how many times I came so deeply inside them.

I groaned quietly, lightly brushing a hand through my hair.

‘It was probably their safe day… right?’

Still, maybe I should ask them once they wake up—just to be sure. I’m not exactly prepared for the consequences of this kind of night right now.

Not with the way things still stand with Liyana… that situation is messy enough as is.

A child… would complicate everything.

And yet… even with that worry tugging at the corners of my mind, I couldn’t help but smile a little.

The thought of having a child—something small, innocent, and perhaps a little annoying, who shared my eyes or their smile—was oddly comforting.

A miniature version of me and… them. Snow’s quiet stubbornness, Rose’s sharp tongue hidden beneath gentleness—what would that even look like in a child?

Strangely, it didn’t feel as terrifying as it should.

Even the thought of Liyana having one—while definitely more complicated—didn’t feel bad.

Maybe it was reckless of me.

Maybe it was just lingering affection clouding my logic… but the idea didn’t disgust or horrify me like it probably should’ve.

No.

Maybe not.

I sighed.

Well… whatever happens from here on out… this moment, this memory, belongs to me—and to them.

And I’ll protect it.

I turned my gaze toward the window.

Pale golden light poured in through the gaps in the curtains, dust floating lazily in the warm air.

It was still early, even though the sun had fully risen now.

The sky was completely clear—unusual, given the days of snowfall we’d been having.

It seemed the snow had finally stopped.

I’d assumed, after everything that happened last night, I’d be out cold for half a day at least.

The way my body had been wrung dry, both physically and magically… anyone else would still be unconscious right now.

But I guess I was more durable than I gave myself credit for.

Or maybe I was just too restless to sleep any longer.

Looking around.

I could faintly feel Lavine’s celestial presence lingering in the air.

A subtle trace of her essence, like an invisible barrier that shimmered just beneath the surface.

She’d done her part, it seemed—making sure no one interfered with us last night.

I didn’t even notice it with how focused I was with Rose and Snow.

Whatever runic magic Liyana had tried to cast on my room the night before…

Lavine had wiped it clean.

It wasn’t just a hunch either.

The air felt different. Less heavy. Less watched.

And given Lavine’s affinity, she probably made sure the effect would feel natural, even to someone like Snow or Rose. Subtle enough that no one questioned it—but effective enough to keep Liyana out.

Still, that meant Liyana probably knew something was up.

How she’d react… I wasn’t sure.

But I could guess.

She might question me. Accuse me of things.

Push me for something quite subtly…

But honestly? I wasn’t that worried.

If she did, I had an easy excuse. Lavine could’ve dispelled her interference on her own, even without knowing the full story.

After all, Lavine wasn’t in her true form right now—but even like this, her celestial aura was hard to ignore. Especially for someone like Liyana.

And fairies, after all, were naturally disruptive to spells and enchantments.

That’s common knowledge.

Anyone even remotely versed in magic knows that much.

If Liyana presses the issue… I could just turn it back on her on why she even did it in the first place.

“Mhm…”

A soft groan stirred beside me.

Turning to my right, I caught a glimpse of Snow slowly blinking awake, her eyelashes fluttering as her eyes adjusted to the light.

I must’ve moved too much.

“Good morning, Snow,” I greeted her gently, my voice still hoarse from sleep.

“…Good morning… Riley…” she murmured, her voice drowsy, words slurred ever so slightly from sleep. She sounded delicate, like her soul hadn’t fully returned to her body yet.

“Sorry for waking you. You can go back to sleep if you want.”

“It’s fine…” she whispered, her head resting on my chest. “I usually wake up early in the morning…”

Her body shifted, warmth separating as she slowly sat up from me. She looked around the room for a moment, confused at first… then still. Like her mind had just caught up to reality. And then—

Her face went red.

Really red.

She glanced back at me with wide eyes, then immediately covered her bare chest with both arms.

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping across my lips.

“Why are you covering them now?” I asked, amused. “Bit late for modesty, don’t you think?”

“I-It’s embarrassing…” she mumbled, biting her lower lip, her ears turning pink.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “After seeing how intense you got last night, you being embarrassed now just feels kind of pointless.” I stretched my arms out lazily before adding, “Besides… I like looking at your breasts, so…”

She scowled, or at least tried to. But the redness on her cheeks gave her away.

“Seriously, you…!” she muttered, turning her head slightly, but not enough to hide the small smile forming at the corner of her lips.

Eventually, she lowered her arms—hesitantly at first, then with a bit of a shy sigh—letting herself be seen.

Her breasts swayed gently with the movement, soft and full.

In the dim lighting of last night, I hadn’t fully noticed just how pink her nipples were, lightly erect now from the morning air.

Her pale white skin was almost glowing in the soft sunlight, faintly traced with bite marks and hickeys from her neck down to her collarbone… and more below.

They stood out against her flawless complexion—my marks.

A reminder of the passion we shared.

A reminder that this side of her… belonged only to me.

I reached out, brushing her arm gently, not going for anything more. Just touching her.

She flinched slightly at first, but didn’t pull away.

Instead, she lowered her gaze and whispered, “…You’re so shameless in the morning…”

“You weren’t exactly innocent last night either,” I teased.

She gave me a glare—but a soft one.

The kind that held no real anger, only affection hidden behind her pride.

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