"Isn't it beautiful, little fairy?"
The warm breath brushing against her ear made Siren shiver slightly. She had never experienced such close contact before, and the sensation left her body tingling.
They were sitting together on a large rock, with Vlad's arms wrapped around her. Their bodies leaned close, entwined as they watched the dreamlike beauty of the night sky.
"Mmm~" Siren murmured softly, snuggled against Vlad, her face glowing with happiness and sweetness.
"Little fairy, you can't just keep saying 'mmm.' Give me an actual word, won't you?" Vlad whispered teasingly into her ear.
Siren turned her head to look at him, her large eyes blinking in confusion. "Hmm… then what should I say?"
Vlad fell silent for a moment, caught off guard.
"It's fine," he said at last with a helpless smile. "As long as you're happy."
"Mmm~"
Vlad sighed inwardly, a touch of frustration surfacing.
How was he supposed to deal with this? She was like a rose full of thorns—untouchable, untamable—and covered in metal.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Only now did Vlad truly realize how complicated this situation was.
What a miscalculation.
His gaze dropped to Siren's ruby-studded lips. They looked incredibly tempting. Should he give it a try?
"Little fairy, would you like to hear me sing?"
Though still feeling defeated, Vlad refused to let the moment slip by. Problems always had solutions. When the boat reaches the bridge, it naturally straightens itself—maybe this would too.
"Yes! I want to!"
The moment she heard he was going to sing, Siren's demeanor changed entirely. She sat up, eyes wide with anticipation, her expression brimming with excitement.
As Vlad's deep, magnetic voice filled the air, Siren hugged her knees, resting her chin on them as she listened, clearly enchanted.
When the melody reached its climax, she suddenly stood and began dancing joyfully. Her body, graceful and warm, moved fluidly with the rhythm, and she hummed along now and then.
Vlad smiled as he watched Siren come alive again, her energy and passion lighting up the night.
He stopped singing, but Siren didn't stop dancing. In fact, her movements became even more uninhibited.
She twisted her enchanting body in time with the music, never taking her eyes off Vlad—no matter which way she turned.
Overwhelmed by emotion, Vlad stepped forward and gently ran his hand over the curve of her tight, jewel-covered waist.
Feeling his breath on her ear and his hand on her body, Siren's dance only became more intense.
Her movements turned sultry, her posture fluid and seductive. She seemed like a fiery, graceful serpent, winding around Vlad in a mesmerizing dance.
As her plump hips swayed and her slender arms wrapped around his neck, she stirred something deeper in him.
Vlad couldn't deny it—Siren's dance was irresistible. She was nothing like the timid girl who could only murmur before.
Her waist twisted enticingly, her beautiful face rising into view with every sway, her smoldering gaze silently inviting him forward.
Faced with her sudden passion, Vlad felt powerless for the first time.
Damn it. Was he really being seduced by a girl who didn't even fully understand what she was doing?
His eyes fell on her ruby-kissed lips. Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed her deeply.
Strangely, the tiny gemstones didn't harm him.
If one looked closely, they would see a faint layer of blood-red energy forming a protective barrier between Vlad and the gems.
Feeling Siren's clumsy but enthusiastic response, and with Vlad carefully guiding her, her cool, platinum-tipped fingers brushed lightly against him again and again. They were completely lost in the moment.
After a long while, their lips finally parted.
Siren was panting softly, eyes slightly dazed. Vlad leaned in and whispered near her ear:
"Little fairy, all these jewels and gold you're wearing... they're getting in the way. What do you think we should do?"
Siren blinked, clearly not understanding his meaning.
He whispered again, more suggestively this time—and then she seemed to understand.
But for some reason, her confused eyes quickly filled with a misty glaze. After a brief hesitation, she slowly crouched down.
Vlad's eyes widened in shock.
Was she... trying to undo his belt?
No way—had she completely misunderstood?
Alarmed, Vlad quickly stopped her. As exciting as it was, he wasn't willing to take that kind of risk.
Sure, he could wrap his lower half in protective energy, but what if something went wrong?
Siren looked up at him, puzzled.
Vlad, just as confused, asked her what she was doing. When she explained, the truth left him both stunned and a little amused.
Apparently, in Siren's understanding, "deep communication" meant using the mouth—because she had seen that once among a human group.
Naturally, she assumed that was how emotional bonding worked.
Vlad was speechless.
"Did I… not do it right?" Siren asked softly, her voice laced with doubt. "I'm sorry, Vlad…"
She had sensed the sudden shift in his mood and blamed herself, thinking she wasn't good enough.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and Vlad's heart softened immediately. He couldn't blame her.
How could he? She was so simple and pure.
"It's not you, little fairy. You did wonderfully. I'm the one who didn't do well."
Vlad gently lifted her chin, looking deep into her eyes, speaking slowly and sincerely.
Siren stared at him, deeply moved, then threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
She clearly believed Vlad was only saying those words to comfort her.
Vlad's eyes fell on the golden collar around her delicate neck. He reached up, found the small hidden switch, and carefully opened it.
Her smooth, slender neck was revealed.
He gently traced her soft skin with his fingertips, then whispered:
"Little fairy… do you want to experience something new and exciting?"
Siren tilted her head, confused—but despite not understanding, she nodded without hesitation.
Looking at the innocent girl in his arms, Vlad couldn't help but smile.
This little fairy was truly adorable.