Offense or Defense!?

Not a smut chapter even if it may look like so...

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After indulging in their passionate embrace, everything seemed to go smoothly.

And yet, it all fell apart way too quickly as Fischl was too embarrassed to continue after turning beet crimson. "I-I suppose it's time for us to depart...and join our companions to venture out, towards the stars unlimited!" she coughed violently.

While her loud gasp echoed harshly in Yomite's ears, a comfortable sensation tingled up in his lower region. "Fischl, maybe we could do something else instead..." He grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently as she looked at him with wide eyes.

Yomite was unable to think of anything else but what he had wanted to do so long ago.

So, without hesitation, he wrapped both arms around Fischl's neck and pulled her in close to bury his face into her warm chest.

"H-hu--!??" She gasped loudly and struggled weakly against his strong hold.

But it didn't take long for her movements to be completely paralyzed as he lifted his head from her modest chest and brought it towards her mouth, his lips found hers with full intensity, softly rubbing against them before wrapping his tongue within.

"A-ah…! W-wait, wait! H-how much longer?" she questioned hastily, her voice only half able to make itself heard over the heavy pounding of her heart.

The way he kissed her like this, it wasn't fair how tenderly he explored her mouth, possessing it with complete delicacy, as if he was merely playing or claiming ownership over her body and soul.

It wasn't fair how it made her feel so fluttery and lightheaded. The way he'd tried to kiss her earlier just couldn't compare to this!

It felt just right, almost as if she were being adored or coddled. So nice, so sweet and tender that even though she felt slightly dizzy and short of breath, there was no fear at all on her part that it might end abruptly.

This was way more satisfying somehow; it was like an epiphany that there were still many things left unexplored between the two of them.

If they could keep doing this kind of thing, perhaps he wouldn't grow tired of her mouth. And perhaps she would start longing to have his touch on her skin, too...

At first, it made her shiver faintly while feeling her insides heat up and flutter with pleasurable sensations that she couldn't control.

But then, somehow it sent those exciting thrills rushing through her again as she trembled, imagining what it would be like if they continued this for even longer. 

It would be divine; their voices would become louder, more forceful and excited, until it escalated and became heated and passionate.

The urgency of their actions would gradually increase, until it peaked to the point where their lust for each other spilled out and swept away everything else, thus becoming one overwhelming moment of absolute euphoria!

At least, that's what she read about in the books Lisa lent her...

However...

She wasn't strong enough to continue this...

"T-there… I-it can't last much longer…" She whispered softly when their mouths separated after another intense kissing session.

Thinking it was over, Fischl sighed in relief, but she was wrong.

Yomite brought his free arm around her waist, and it slowly slid down to encircle her lovely hips, guiding his hands towards her perfectly smooth behind, barely resisting the urge to press forward and slip his middle finger within her hot velvet folds.

Fischl turned redder than blood now, squirming as her breath quickened to the point where it would be hard to hear clearly any longer.

He was so gentle and careful, touching her softly and thoroughly exploring every inch of her beautiful bubble butt.

There wasn't anything rough about it at all...but even so, Fischl's breathing still got shaky after every time he lightly rippled her silky flesh, leaving goosebumps all over her skin...making her shudder and shake slightly as he fondled her ass more roughly

However, his advances didn't stop there either, as his grip around her gorgeous form tightened once more.

Fischl's butt was divine, with its supple skin and firm muscles, such a tantalizing sight that left his fingers craving to slide inside her luscious curves.

Her muscles steadily tightened and tightened until her bottom practically shook under his expert maneuvers, earning gushing moans of pleasure from her mouth which she buried deeper into Yomite's chest, her lips clinging onto his shirt desperately as a string of saliva dripped onto his torso.

Fischl groaned helplessly when Yomite pressed his palm flat against her cheeks, groping them once more.

Her cute cries filled the room in a muffled manner.

Supporting her backside, he brought their bodies closer together until they were wrapped around one another.

"T-This Prinzessin w-w-will get angry, if y-you continue..." she whispered faintly when it became apparent that Yomite would not stop any time soon.

Judging by the hazy look in her eyes, Yomite understood that this action of his had finally taken her breath away.

Her legs buckled beneath her, making her completely rely on him to hold her up.

Yomite stroked her hair tenderly and guided her body closer, allowing himself to be enveloped by her tight hug.

"Fischl...I want to make love to you...I promise I will make up for what I did yesterday..." His words almost ripped her own mind and voice away from her.

Once she understood the meaning behind his words and saw his actions full of want desire, she felt like a rabbit perishing in the spotlight of a predator.

A thousand wild thoughts flashed across her mind and got chased by the same words that echoed from within her consciousness.

(W-w-what is he doing!?? I-I'm not ready!)

"A-a-aa...l-l-later!!" She stuttered before breaking from his hold and running off, shaking like a leaf while wiggling her legs as she tried to regain her composure.

Her cheeks were redder than ripe tomatoes, making escape towards the door.

Yomite could do nothing but watch her rush her way out of the room with a flustered face.

(I guess it was too much...)

Although they were both caught up in the heat of the moment, he didn't want to pressure her.

However, he couldn't hide the fact that he was deeply interested in her, and wanted to repay her for not giving her his affection yesterday.

In any case, they'll probably have a lot more time to "talk" during their Liyue trip in the next couple of days...

He groaned internally and reached for his bag full of Mora, unaware that a surprise awaited him inside.

***

As she escaped the room, Fischl leaned against the door, panting for breath.

(No! That was our chance! Why did you have to ruin it!)

(I was embarrassed! And scared! He was completely serious about it too! Which makes me incredible happy, but I'm still scared!)

(I know! You dummy! Which is why, we should have grabbed the chance to fly over the Immernachtreich together and experience Zen! Yet you blew it! D-Didn't you...hear them... yesterday...)

(I-I-I did...it must have been... amazing...)

(...Then what are you scared of!?)

(S-Stop shouting at me! I know my faults! You heathen!)

Fischl's inner mind had devided into two sides, clashing with each other.

One side screamed out in disappointment that their goal could have been attained, whereas the other had grown defensive, scared of the whole process.

It felt as if she were caught in a battle between two wills with a hint of confusion in her head.

It was almost as if two personalities resided within her.

Fischl and Amy.

Fiction and reality.

She was seriously starting to think whether she was crazy to argue with herself...