blueteamnovel Chapter 33 Curses!... And Kisses?
Chapter 33 Curses!... And Kisses?
"Yes!" Fialova answered with blinding enthusiasm.
— [MAJOR TASKED FINISHED SUCCESSFULLY!]
— [Punishments Has Been Revoked!]
— [You Have Gained A New Relationship Status: Fialova - Fifth Wife]
— [Personality Trait: Extraversion ▪︎ +10 EXP!]
Argider froze. Wait, what? Did she really just agree to marry her—without even pretending to agonize over it for three days, as she dictated? They barely knew each other! Then again, Argider had never really known any of her wives. Arranged marriages had that effect. But this one? Oh, this one wasn't just arranged—it was system-mandated.
"W-Wait! I said you could think about it!" Argider stammered, clinging to her last shred of control.
"I did think about it," Fialova said, her grip on Argider's hand firm and unyielding. "I said I'd stay by your side forever. Marriage means I can stay forever, right?"
"But you'll lose your status as a knight!" Argider sputtered.
Fialova shrugged, her face glowing with a loyalty so pure it bordered on criminal. "I don't care. You've given me something permanent in my life, so let me be permanent in yours."
Argider felt her jaw tighten. This girl's unwavering dedication was...irritating. And guilt-inducing. She'd never met anyone so ready to pledge their entire existence to her, and frankly, it was exhausting. Whoever raised this girl had done an excellent job. Too excellent. Clearly, they'd set the bar low for self-preservation.
In the middle of her mental spiral, Alvator's voice casually intruded. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention—the system slapped a tiny little curse on you. Forces you into commitment. Just a smidge.
What.
Fialova shivered beneath her, a reaction so adorably pure that Argider's heart did a somersault. She moved her lips slightly, coaxing a response, but Fialova's attempts to kiss back were...well, "awkward" would be putting it kindly. It was like the girl didn't know what to do or where to push.
Argider pulled back, her brows furrowing. "Fialova...y-you don't know how to kiss?"
The girl shook her head, her face glowing red. "Teach me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. And then, without warning, she grabbed Argider by the hips and pulled her into her lap.
Oh gods.
Argider's brain short-circuited. Her face buried itself in Fialova's shoulder as she tried to process what was happening. She was being...bottom'd. Treated like a lady. Led.
The strange role reversal was so mortifying, so utterly alien to her sense of imperial dignity, that she wanted to crawl under the nearest table and never come out. But it also felt...nice. So nice that it was undoing years of touch starvation in mere seconds.
Swallowing her pride, and most of her self-control, Argider mumbled, "Let's, um...press our lips together first. Slowly. Get used to it."
Fialova nodded obediently. Their lips met again, this time lingering longer. It was soft, warm, and...strangely comforting.
"Now...add tongue," Argider said, trying to sound instructional rather than desperate.
Fialova's face went from pink to crimson, but she complied, hesitantly letting her tongue slip forward. Argider responded, her own tongue meeting Fialova's in a tender, exploratory dance.
The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, their movements growing more assured. Fialova's shyness melted away as she became bolder, gripping Argider's head and pulling her closer.
"Mmmph!" Argider squeaked into the kiss as Fialova took the lead with surprising assertiveness. The girl was relentless, her hands firm, her lips and tongue insistent.
Fialova wasn't just kissing her now—she was claiming her. And she wasn't letting go.
Argider's thoughts spiraled into chaos. This was not the plan. Who's teaching who here?! And yet, a treacherous part of her didn't want it to stop.