Deav smiled and gently caressed her face.
"Then, do you want to feel wilder?" he asked, his gaze fixed intently on her.
Riel nodded immediately, her eyes glowing with excitement.
Deav chuckled softly and leaned forward, sealing her lips with his.
Riel's entire body froze; her mind went completely blank for a moment. She didn't know how to respond to the kiss, but following Deav's lead, she slowly began to return it.
The kiss deepened. Deav's hand slipped inside her dress, beginning a slow, deliberate journey upward.
Feeling his cold hand against her bare skin sent shivers through her. A strange, electric sensation coursed through her body—something she didn't understand, yet she couldn't deny that she was enjoying it.
Deav's hand finally reached its destination. Without hesitation, he cupped her left breast, squeezing gently—not too hard, not too soft.
"Ah!" A sharp, breathy moan escaped Riel's lips in between the kiss. She felt heat gathering between her legs. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, but Deav used his own leg as a barrier, preventing her from closing them.
"Deav," she murmured softly through the kiss. She didn't want to stop, yet the unfamiliar, burning heat made her uneasy.
With each squeeze of her chest, the heat only intensified. Desperate for relief, she rubbed herself against his thigh, hoping it would calm the feeling—but it only made it worse.
Deav ended the kiss and looked down at her with that devilish smile of his.
"Hmm… how is my lovely, beautiful queen feeling?" he teased, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly.
"I…" Riel stammered, blushing furiously. "Am I sick? Down there—it's hot and itchy. I feel… weird," she admitted, her tone serious and confused.
"Silly girl, you're not sick," Deav replied, his hand trailing downward. "Tell me, do you feel like you want something inside?" he asked as his finger slid in.
"Ahh!" Riel's body trembled; her long, sweet moan filled the air. Even a single sound from her was enough to drive anyone mad with desire.
"Yes, that's right… please don't stop. I love it," Riel gasped, biting her lower lip to muffle the moans escaping her mouth.
Deav smiled darkly. "Don't hold back. The more you moan, the more pleasure you'll feel," he murmured, moving faster.
Riel moaned louder, her eyes squeezed shut, her breath trembling. "Something's coming… Deav!"
Deav grinned, quickening his pace. Moments later, Riel reached her climax, her body arching before collapsing limply in his arms.
Panting heavily, she lay still, her half-lidded eyes dazed. "That was… so fun," she whispered faintly.
"Rest now, darling," Deav murmured and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"Mhm…" Riel mumbled as she drifted back into sleep.
Deav's expression turned thoughtful as he stared at her sleeping face.
"Something's off," he thought, his brows furrowed. "She'll need careful observation. Seems I'll have to stay active around her always."
His eyes trailed to her hair.
"Humans will find her hair too unnatural. Since she'll be among them now, I should take care of it."
With a snap of his fingers, Riel's golden hair turned jet-black.
"Too long," he muttered. Instantly, the length shortened to her waist.
"Better," he nodded in satisfaction, then carried her to the bathroom, bathed her gently, and dressed her.
"The days ahead in the human world shouldn't be as boring now that you're here… right?" he whispered, smiling before kissing her softly on the lips.
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By noon, Riel slowly opened her eyes. Her mind felt blank for a moment as she rubbed her forehead, trying to recall her memories.
"You're awake," Deav's calm voice echoed from the doorway.
Riel lifted her head and looked at him. The memories suddenly rushed back. She vanished from the bed and appeared before him in an instant.
"Deav!" She threw her arms around him tightly. "Can I get a kiss? Can we do that again? It was so fun—I want to do it again and again!" she blurted out.
Deav nearly choked. "No," he responded firmly.
"Why?" Riel's expression turned pitiful, her adorable eyes staring into his. She looked impossibly cute, almost irresistible.
Deav coughed lightly, trying to restrain himself. "You'll start school tomorrow. If you promise to behave well, I'll reward you with a kiss," he replied.
"School? What do they do there?" Riel questioned, tilting her head in confusion.
"You'll make human friends," Deav explained simply.
"Damn, that sounds great! I'll go! Can I have the kiss now?" she asked eagerly.
"One more thing," Deav interjected.
"I promise," she declared quickly.
"You can't use your powers unless you're angered to the extreme."
"Did I just promise you that?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
Deav smirked. "You promised before I even finished speaking."
Riel's face fell gloomily for a moment before brightening again. "It's not as if I can't fight without my powers. Don't worry. Now… can I get my kiss?" she asked coquettishly.
Deav chuckled softly and gave in, kissing her affectionately until she was out of breath.
Her face flushed crimson as she panted softly. "I love it," she giggled, beaming with joy.
Seeing her so happy, Deav couldn't help but smile too. He patted her head gently before lifting her up. "Let's go eat," he murmured.
"Mhm," Riel nodded, smiling sweetly.
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Dining Table
Zamel sat at the table, glancing toward Riel—only to freeze.
"The hell! Riel, what happened to your hair?" he exclaimed in shock.
Riel blinked twice. "Is it longer—?" She paused as she looked down, only to realize the length was completely different.
Her heart raced. She reached back, only to find her hair shorter than she remembered.
"Where… where's my hair?" she gasped, touching it in disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned to Deav. "Deav… my hair!"
Deav sighed softly. "You'll be among humans starting tomorrow. Your hair was too long—it would stand out. So, I trimmed it," he explained calmly.
"Damn you, Deav! Do you even know how much Riel loved her hair? You just cut it without thinking! And what's with the color?" Zamel complained angrily.
Riel suddenly laughed. "It's fine! It's not too long—I can feel the air!" she exclaimed, spinning around and flipping her hair playfully.
"This feels even better than before! Deav, you always know what's best for me—I love you!" she shouted, throwing herself into his arms.
"What the…" Zamel was speechless. "I'm better off keeping quiet," he muttered, continuing his meal.
"Right, what color is it now?" Riel asked curiously.
"Black," Deav answered.
"Wow… I can't wait to see it! I'll go check the mirror!" She was about to rush off when Deav pulled her back gently.
"No skipping lunch. You'll check your reflection later—eat first," he instructed.
Riel nodded obediently. "Okay."
Zamel just snorted under his breath and kept eating.