Eventually, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

My hand moved on its own, gently cupping her right breast.

It was just as soft—maybe even softer—than I remembered from last night.

Warm, pliant, and delicate in a way that made my chest tighten with both desire and affection.

“Hng~”

Snow let out a soft moan at my touch but quickly covered her mouth with her hand, eyes flicking nervously toward the other side of the bed.

Rose was still sleeping.

“W-What are you doing…?” she whispered, her voice trembling between flustered and scandalized.

I smiled at her, keeping my voice low.

“Just trying to reconfirm something… I needed to make sure what I felt last night wasn’t a dream.”

She looked like she wanted to argue but instead sighed, cheeks burning.

“Of course it wasn’t… My breasts are as real as they come…”

“I know,” I said, my thumb gently brushing against her pink nipple, “but touching them now feels even better than it did then. So soft, so warm… maybe this is the dream instead—”

“O-Ow…!”

Snow gave me a light flick on the forehead, a pout tugging at her lips.

“…S-Stop it,” she whispered sharply, her tone torn between embarrassment and amusement. “You’re going to wake Rose—speak of the devil…”

A soft groan cut through the air.

“Hnn…”

Much like Snow before her, Rose stirred gently, golden strands of hair messily draped across her flushed face.

Her eyelids fluttered open slowly, revealing dazed, half-lidded eyes that immediately locked onto mine.

“…Riley…?”

“Good morning, Rose,” I said softly, brushing her hair away from her cheek and gently caressing her head.

She leaned into my touch, a faint, sleepy smile forming on her lips.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed—not just from sleep, but likely from the memories that had begun returning to her.

She slowly pushed herself up, only to freeze the moment her eyes met Snow’s.

“…Good morning, Snow…” she greeted with a softer, more bashful voice, clearly aware of their current state.

Her gaze drifted lower, her cheeks darkening further as she noticed the trail of reddish marks dotting Snow’s collarbone and chest.

Snow, ever so composed despite her own embarrassment, chuckled softly and returned the greeting.

“Good morning, Rose… Fufu~ it seems you had your fair share of fun last night as well.”

Rose’s lips parted slightly in protest, but then the blanket slipped a little—just enough to expose her bare shoulder, revealing faint handprints on her hips.

The signs were subtler compared to Snow’s, but undeniable.

Her usually prim and pristine golden hair was tangled in a way that gave away just how lost in the moment she had been.

“…I-I…” Rose stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as her gaze dropped to the bed.

Her cheeks burned red as she realized her own nudity, and much like Snow, she instinctively reached to cover her chest with the sheets.

Snow giggled softly at the familiar reaction, leaning toward her with a teasing smile.

“Fufu~ You don’t need to hide those, Rose. Trust me, Riley has quite the fondness for breasts…”

“Hey,” I added with a grin, “I’m just honest about what I like. And besides—” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Rose’s head, “—no need to be embarrassed. You were beautiful last night. Both of you were.”

Snow gave a smug little stretch, letting the blanket fall loosely around her waist again as she relaxed beside me.

“You’re not going to stop teasing us, are you?”

“Not anytime soon,” I replied, glancing between the two of them with a smile that felt too genuine to be anything but sincere.

Rose, still flustered but slowly gathering herself, peeked over at Snow—and then at me.

A long, soft breath escaped her lips as she let her arms fall away, no longer hiding her bare chest.

Her usual calm, composed look returned to her face… or tried to, at least.

The telltale pink of her ears gave her away.

I almost laughed.

Almost.

And maybe even try to tase her a little with how skilled she was last night.

But I held it back for her sake.

Let her have her dignity—for now.

“We really did it, huh…” Rose murmured at last, her voice softer now, reflective.

Snow smiled gently and placed a hand over her lower stomach, her fingers brushing lightly over the slight bulge there—a bulge not from weight, but from what I’d filled her with last night.

“We might’ve made an heir already, Riley…” she said with a quiet, whimsical chuckle.

I blinked, heart skipping.

Beside her, Rose mirrored the action, laying a palm over her own stomach with a thoughtful expression.

Her golden hair spilled down her shoulders as she tilted her head to me.

“My womb still feels… warm,” she whispered. “I can feel you… still inside. Swimming.”

She glanced at me with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, “I guess your little ones want to meet their papa already.”

“Please spare me….”

That only made them laugh.

Their soft giggles echoed gently in the quiet of the room.

It was infectious.

Before I knew it, they were leaning into me—Snow wrapping an arm around my waist, Rose nuzzling against my shoulder—as they both gave me small, affectionate kisses.

Their lips were warm. Familiar. Home.

The sunlight had begun to creep through the windows now, casting the room in a soft gold glow.

Shadows slowly receded, and the warmth of the morning light danced over our bodies—intertwined, bare, unguarded.

We lay there quietly for a few more moments. No words. No movement. Just warmth. Their breaths. My heartbeat. The soft sheets beneath us.

A long day still awaited me.

There were responsibilities to face. People to deal with. Secrets to keep.

But right now—here, with them in my arms, the world on pause—

…I wanted this moment to last forever.

….

“I’ll be heading out first,” I said as I finished buttoning up my white shirt, adjusting the collar with a soft tug.

The fabric was crisp and still slightly warm from the morning sun filtering into the room.

Snow, still nestled beneath the blanket, offered me a small, sleepy smile.

“Yes… take care. We’ll see you later.”

Rose, who had managed to prop herself up slightly against the headboard, nodded gently.

“Please greet Mother and Father for us.”

I smiled and gave them a small nod.

“Will do.”

The light scent of soap still lingered on my skin from the quick bath I’d taken not long ago.

My hair was still damp, clinging slightly to my forehead as I ran a hand through it. I’d gotten dressed quietly, giving the girls space to rest.

Originally, they’d both planned to rise with me—Snow had insisted on showing proper courtesy to my family, and Rose had agreed with that cool elegance of hers—but it didn’t take long for reality to hit them.

As soon as they tried to get out of bed, they realized just how sore they were.

Their legs trembled.

Hips gave out.

Snow had collapsed back into the pillows with a flushed, defeated sigh.

And Rose, ever the proud one, had stubbornly tried to stand… only to wince as her legs buckled slightly, forcing her to use a subtle wave of her telekinetic magic just to steady herself upright.

I couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that escaped me at the memory.

“…Sorry,” I murmured under my breath as I picked up my coat. “Guess I overdid it a little.”

But really, with how much they begged me last night… who could blame me?

Holding back would’ve been a sin with how beautiful—how desperate—they looked.

Still, a part of me felt a twinge of guilt.

Seeing them like that—bruised in pleasure, too sore to move properly—it made me want to go over, pull the blanket back up over them, and kiss their foreheads one last time.

But I had a day to face.

Reaching for the door, I paused, hand on the handle, and turned back one last time.

The sight made me freeze for a breath.

Snow was lazily tucked into the blanket, half-asleep again, her white hair glowing like silver in the morning light.

Rose leaned into the pillows, golden hair tousled, her golden eyes still watching me with lingering affection. Both looked worn… but deeply satisfied.

I raised my hand and gave them a small, silent wave.

They smiled.

And then, as if in perfect sync, they both raised their arms and waved back, their fingers moving with a kind of gentle, almost reluctant grace—as though they too didn’t want this moment to end.

They should be fine here for now.

With one last glance back at the closed door, I stepped out, the morning air crisp against my face.

I was about to make my way toward the training grounds—not just to clear my head, but to start piecing together everything I’d been putting off.

And, of course, to properly greet my family now that I was up and moving again.

But then—

“Maaasteeer~!!”

A blur of glittering light slammed into my forehead with alarming speed.

“Ugh—Lavine…?!”

Like a sticker slapped on with too much force, my familiar was now plastered across my face, her tiny wings flapping furiously as she bawled her eyes out.

I carefully peeled her off, blinking at the sight of her disheveled hair and the faint trails of snot mixing with her tears.

The prestigious, elegant Archon of Time and Space—now reduced to a puffy-cheeked mess clinging to my collar like a child after a nightmare.

“W-What are you doing, Lavine?” I asked, a little confused but mostly concerned.

She sniffled, her small hands tugging on my collar.

“M-Master~! Uwahh~! Uwaaahhh!! I really tried, I did my best! It wasn’t even my fault—I was just doing my job—so why… why did I have to suffer like that!?”

She looked utterly broken.

Now that I got a better look, her usually sleek, glowing hair was an absolute disaster—frizzed, poked, and curled randomly like someone had repeatedly twirled it around in frustration.

Her wings looked like they’d been ruffled by a storm.

And her expression… she looked like she’d just survived a war.

Then—

“Good morning, Darling~”

A sweet, melodic voice greeted me from up close.

Too close.

My body instinctively stiffened as my eyes met hers.

Standing just in front of me was the reason—the culprit behind Lavine’s trauma. Liyana.

Her presence was almost ethereal, quieter than usual, her movement as soft and fluid as drifting wind—but it was those eyes that always betrayed her.

Crimson. Piercing.

And right now, carrying a depth that sent a sharp chill down my spine.

She was smiling.

But it wasn’t the type of smile that welcomed you back.

I had expected some sort of reaction from her.

Of course I did.

But I didn’t think she’d be so…. So direct.

Did I underestimate her again?

Probably.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked, her voice as soft as ever—gentle even—but every word felt like a perfectly veiled blade.

I could feel Lavine shaking on my shoulder now, clutching me like I was her only lifeline.

I smiled awkwardly, trying to read between the lines.

Of course I had slept well.

Too well, actually.

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