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    I was cooking dinner, the rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables filling the room, as Seraphine wandered around me like a restless cat. She kept brushing against me, her fingers occasionally grazing my arm or her hand resting lightly on my back. It wasn''t subtle—she wasn''t trying to be.

    But I ignored her. My expression remained stoic as I focused on my tasks, stirring the pot or reaching for ingredients, pretending her presence was no more significant than the air around me.

    Ignoring my ignorance, Seraphine continued with her mischief. She hummed to herself, poking at the items on the counter, and then moved to inspect the rest of the house.

    "You''re really enjoying yourself here, aren''t you?" I remarked flatly, lifting her chair—while she was still sitting on it—to clean the spot beneath it.

    She grinned, swinging her legs in midair. "Yeah, I like being with you."

    I set the chair down and sighed, wiping my hands on the kitchen towel. "Shouldn''t you be training?"

    She hopped off the chair and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms with a mock-serious expression. "I will, don''t worry. I''ve already lost the tournament. My only goal now is to train myself and become stronger."

    "Good, as long as you understand that."

    Seraphine tilted her head, her golden hair catching the dim light. "Can you teach me—"

    "No," I interrupted, not even giving her a chance to finish. "I don''t have time for all that."

    "Hmph!" she pouted, puffing out her cheeks like a child denied a treat.

    She leaned closer, resting her chin on her hand, and studied me with curious eyes. "What about you, Cutiepie? Where are your parents? Who taught you how to fight?"

    Her question stopped me mid-motion. My hand hovered over the counter as the words hit me. My mind raced, searching for an answer, but there was none.

    I can''t tell her. Not about my parents, not about where I come from, and certainly not about who I truly am. If she knew, everything would change—her trust, her feelings, everything. She''d feel betrayed, like I''d been lying to her this entire time. And maybe she wouldn''t be wrong. How could I possibly explain it all without ruining what we have? Worse, what if it didn''t stop there? What if she slipped up, even accidentally, and the truth spread? The identity of the Shadow Mystics would be exposed, and that would put everyone in danger. I can''t let that happen. No matter how much I want to tell her, the risk is far too great.

    The silence grew heavy, and Seraphine''s gaze softened.

    "I never saw you before the tournament," she continued casually, oblivious to my discomfort. "Where did you used to live?"

    "It doesn''t matter," I said, turning my face away to avoid her probing eyes.

    Her lips parted, about to protest, but I quickly cut her off. "Where''s Darius? Does he know you''re here?"

    She blinked at the sudden change of topic but answered anyway, grinning. "Yes, I told him."

    "And he was okay with you running away from the hospital?" I asked, my tone skeptical.

    "Umm... not exactly." She scratched her cheek, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. "He was shocked at first, but then he realized he can''t control me. So he sighed and said, ''Do whatever you want.''"

    Her lips parted, allowing me in, and our tongues danced along each others and exploring, claiming. It was intoxicating, a pull I couldn''t resist, and neither could she.

    When I finally pulled back, she was flushed, her eyes half-lidded with desire, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. For a moment, neither of us said anything. I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek.

    "For now, relax... okay?" I said softly, meeting her gaze with a faint smirk.

    She nodded, her lips curling into a small smile, but her body betrayed her composure as she leaned into me.

    I held her closer, my arm sliding around her waist. I rubbed around her smooth waist and as I did, my eyes wandered, drawn to her cleavage.

    Her t-shirt loosely hung to her figure, but just beneath, I caught sight of something new—a delicate lace fabric tracing the edge of her bra. The black lines were seductive.

    "That''s new you''re wearing..." I said, my voice filled with curiosity.

    Her cheeks turned a deep crimson as she glanced away, unable to meet my eyes. "Yeah... I bought it on the way here," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

    "Oh, is that so?" I said, tracing my fingers on her breasts. the outline of her boobs, just above the edge of her t-shirt. My touch was light and teasing.

    She shivered, her shoulders rising slightly. "It tickles..." she said, her tone a mix of laughter and breathlessness.

    "Isn''t that why you came here?" I murmured, my lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. I kissed her there, lingering, before trailing down her neck. Her skin tasted warm, her scent filling my senses and pulling me deeper into her.

    She chuckled softly, but the sound soon melted into a low, breathy moan as my teeth grazed her skin. I bit her and kept smooching, until her body started arching up in pleasure.

    "Ahhh-" She moaned, I bit her harder and left a mark.

    Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I leaned over her, my body pressing her onto the bed. Our boobs colliding and rubbing against feeling each other.

    I stayed there, feeling her body under me before pulling her t-shirt over her head.

    "Ohh fuck baby.." It came out instantly, looking at her laced bra.

    "Don''t stare..." she said.

    I groped her boobs over her bra and leaned over her kissing her.

    I put my hands under me and unbuckled her belt, and unbuttoned her denim shorts and leisurely pulles her zipper down.

    "Above you are so hot..let''s see what''s going on down there..." I said, slipping my fingers in between of her legs, inside her panties. I felt her soft wet pussy.

    "Arghh.." she moaned in my mouth, as my fingers rubbed her clit that sent shivers in her body.

    The heat radiating from her body were irresistible.