By the time he finished, Kiara was left feeling conflicted. While she enjoyed Mikael's touch and the intimacy of being washed by him, she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Aside from the occasional lingering caress, nothing truly indecent had happened between them.
Then, suddenly, an idea struck her.
Turning on her heel, she began to walk away without a word. Yet, even as she departed, she made sure to sway her hips seductively, exaggerating the movement of her perfectly shaped bubble butt with each deliberate step.
The hypnotic rhythm of her hips, combined with the wet sheen of water dripping down her smooth skin, ensnared Mikael's attention. His gaze darkened, and he felt blood rush downward, making his arousal painfully evident.
And as if that wasn't enough, Kiara glanced back over her shoulder, her expression sultry, and purred, "I'll be waiting in the bedroom~ darling."
With that, she stepped out of the shower, not even bothering to grab a towel before sauntering into the bathroom and eventually out into the hallway—completely nude.
There was no mistaking her intentions. She had made it abundantly clear what she expected to happen in that bedroom.
For a few seconds, Mikael remained still, his mind clouded with the vivid image of Kiara's teasing figure and the promise laced in her voice. It was only when he remembered Lyra's presence that he snapped out of his trance.
Glancing to the side, he found Lyra standing there quietly, waiting for her turn.
A pang of guilt flashed through him. He knew how reserved Lyra was, how difficult it must have been for her to gather the courage to join him in the shower. Focusing only on Kiara wouldn't be fair to her, especially considering the effort she had made.
"Sorry for making you wait," he said with an apologetic smile. "Do you want me to clean you the same way I did with Kiara?"
Lyra's purple eyes widened slightly.
"Ba-dump. Ba-dump."
Her heartbeat quickened, thundering in her ears. Seeing Mikael's warm smile directed solely at her sent a strange yet pleasant shiver down her spine.
"I-I would like to," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hesitant yet determined, she took timid steps forward, closing the distance between them until she was within arm's reach.
In a swift yet fluid motion, Mikael wrapped his arms around her slim waist and effortlessly pulled her onto his lap, positioning her so that she faced him directly. The sudden change in position caused Lyra to freeze, her body tensing as she became hyper-aware of the heat radiating from him. Her breath hitched when she realized exactly where his manhood rested—pressed snugly between her thighs, right against her most sensitive spot.
'T-this is his t-thing!' she thought, her mind blanking out for a moment before a rush of heat surged to her face. Overwhelmed, she instinctively buried her head against his chest, her flushed cheeks hidden from his view. At the same time, she made no effort to move away. The warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—it was all too comforting, making her reluctant to break the moment.
Mikael chuckled softly at her reaction, amusement flickering in his green eyes. He could feel the faint trembling of her delicate frame and the way she clung to him, not out of fear but out of sheer embarrassment. The desire he felt for her was undeniable, but at this moment, his affection for the shy princess far outweighed his lust. Choosing not to tease her about it—at least for now—he reached for the shampoo and lathered it between his fingers before massaging it into her scalp.
"Ahh~" Lyra let out a soft, contented sigh as his skilled fingers worked through her hair, gently rubbing her scalp in slow, soothing motions. It was incredibly relaxing, melting away the nervous tension that had stiffened her body earlier. Bit by bit, she allowed herself to ease into the moment, the initial embarrassment of being naked with him fading into the background. Even the excitement she had felt earlier upon seeing him in all his glory had dulled, replaced by a peaceful sense of comfort.
Minutes passed in silence, broken only by the faint sound of water cascading down their bodies. Mikael took his time with her, understanding that this was a new experience for Lyra. Aside from their brief time together in the pool, this was the first truly intimate moment they had shared. He wanted to ensure she felt at ease, allowing her to adjust at her own pace rather than rushing things.
Eventually, his fingers slipped from her damp locks, signaling the end of his gentle ministrations. "I'm going to do your body next, okay?" he murmured.
"Mmnh," Lyra hummed in response, her voice barely audible as she gave a small nod against his chest. She made no move to lift her head, clearly content to remain in the comfort of his arms.
Mikael smiled at the sight. The way she clung to him so trustingly, her small frame curled against his, was undeniably adorable. A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes as a sudden urge to tease her surfaced. Seeing her this 'defenseless' was rare, and he wasn't one to let such an opportunity slip by.
For once, he decided to indulge in his whim.
Reaching for the body wash, he lathered it between his palms before running his hands over her soft skin, meticulously spreading it across her body. He moved with deliberate care, ensuring no spot was neglected. Yet, as his hands reached her chest, his touch grew more lingering. His fingers traced the shape of her small yet perky mounds, his thumbs brushing over the two hardened peaks standing proudly atop them.
"Ahh~" Lyra let out a sudden, sensual moan, her entire body jolting at the sensation.
Encouraged by her reaction, Mikael began to knead the supple flesh, rolling her sensitive buds between his fingers. He wasn't being overly aggressive—merely playful, testing how much she could handle before she squirmed in his grasp. Soft, unbidden whimpers escaped her lips, her body instinctively pressing closer to his as waves of unfamiliar pleasure coursed through her.
However, Mikael had no intention of stopping just yet. With a smirk tugging at his lips, he continued his 'thorough' washing, his hands venturing lower.
When he reached her backside, he couldn't help but squeeze and play with it a little. Lyra didn't complain, remaining in the same position as before—her head resting against his chest, her body relaxed, save for the occasional shiver accompanied by the sweet, breathy sounds she released.
Feeling the firmness of her rear, Mikael couldn't help but compare it to Kiara's. 'It's a lot smaller, but… still nice to hold.' There was a distinct charm to it—where Kiara's was fuller and more prominent, Lyra's was on the smaller side, just like the rest of her petite frame.
He played with her backside a little longer before finally helping her up, as the lower part of her body still needed to be properly washed. As she stood, Lyra's legs trembled slightly, forcing her to cling to Mikael for support. A faint, glistening trail running down her thighs bore evidence of her pleasure.
"Ahh… ahh… that was… something." Lyra's voice came between shallow breaths, her release having left her both exhausted and exhilarated.
Still holding onto him, she lifted her head from his chest before closing the small distance between them, pressing her lips against his. Their tongues soon intertwined in a heated battle, passion igniting between them once more.
When they finally parted, a thin bridge of saliva connected their lips for a brief moment before disappearing beneath the warm cascade of water.
After the kiss, they finished the shower with a quick yet intimate cleansing of Lyra's lower body. Though nothing overtly sexual happened at that moment, a certain tension lingered in the air as they exchanged glances, Mikael's hands trailing gently across her tender skin.
Once they stepped out of the shower, a simple cleaning spell dried them off instantly. Mikael reached for his previously discarded shirt, about to put it on when a thought flashed through his mind—Kiara and her earlier invitation… particularly the part about the bedroom.
'If I'm just going to take it off again in three seconds, wearing it now is pointless.'
Yet, as his gaze drifted toward Lyra, who had just slipped into her panties, her bra held in one hand as she prepared to put it on, another thought weighed on him.
'Leaving her alone right after we shared such an intimate moment… That'd be pretty scummy. But on the other hand, making Kiara wait after she's been anticipating this isn't great either…'
'Argh, who would've thought having a harem would be this complicated?' He inwardly grunted, clearly caught between two choices—neither ideal, as picking one would inevitably disappoint the other.
"Yes?" Lyra's curious tone broke through the silence.
Snapped out of his thoughts, Mikael realized he had been staring at her, prompting her inquiry.
As his eyes settled on her, he noticed just how… joyful she looked. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips curved into a soft smile, and even her usual timidity seemed diminished. She radiated pure happiness. It was evident that she had truly enjoyed what had happened between them, not regretting even the wait as Mikael washed Kiara first.
Seeing her so radiant, Mikael hesitated, not wanting to spoil the moment, but he knew he couldn't just ignore the situation. Taking a breath, he finally spoke.
"You see… I'm with Kiara… Uh, I don't really know how to say this, but if I go see Kiara for the night, would it bother you? Just be honest. If it does, just say it!" His words stumbled slightly, revealing his uncertainty—he truly didn't want to hurt her.
A shadow of sadness crossed Lyra's face for a brief moment. "Honestly… it would bother me a little…" Her gaze dropped to the floor, lost in thought.
Mikael opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, Lyra lifted her head, her purple eyes gleaming with newfound determination.
"But if it's for you, I can make an effort." She paused for a second before adding, "A-and I can come to pass the night with y-you!" The last part came out with an adorable stutter, her gaze shifting away in embarrassment, her resolve mixed with shyness.
Mikael blinked in surprise. At first, he felt touched that she was willing to compromise for his sake, but then…
'Wait… what?!' His eyes widened.
"T-Together? You want your first time to be today!?" He fumbled slightly, completely caught off guard. "But Kiara will be there?"
Lyra's wandering gaze returned to him as she gave a small, determined smile. "I don't want to wait anymore. I want us to take the last step together. And as for Kiara… it doesn't bother me much. She's my friend, after all. If she were a stranger, it'd be a different story."
Hearing her words, Mikael didn't try to dissuade her any further. Together, they walked to the main bedroom—the sight of a tall, naked man and a petite, purple-haired woman dressed only in white underwear making their way through the apartment.
Creak.
The wooden door groaned slightly as Mikael pushed it open, revealing the interior of the dimly lit bedroom. His gaze immediately landed on the figure occupying the large bed.
There lay Kiara, bathed in the soft glow of the room's ambient lighting, her beauty on full display. Positioned atop the mattress with a pillow propped beneath her lower back, she rested in a posture that was somewhere between lying down and sitting up. Every inch of her naked form was exposed—her perky mounds, her erect pink tips standing proudly in the cool air. But none of that was the most attention-grabbing thing about her.
No, what truly stood out was her pose.
She lay with her legs spread wide, her fingers delicately parting her glistening lower lips, exposing the pink flesh within. It was a scene straight out of a fantasy—a perfect invitation, prepared entirely for Mikael.
However, the moment Lyra stepped through the door behind him, Kiara's dark blue eyes widened in sheer surprise.
"Lyra is also here!?" she blurted out, her voice laced with shock.
It was clear from her reaction that she had only expected Mikael to enter. In her mind, after the intimate experience in the shower, Lyra would naturally retreat to her own space, seeking solitude—just as her usual reclusive personality suggested she would. The idea that Lyra would choose to follow Mikael here, to this room, was completely outside of Kiara's expectations.
The realization of the situation hit her quickly, and a small blush crept across her cheeks. She wasn't embarrassed about being seen like this by Mikael—far from it. In fact, this display was entirely for him. But Lyra… that was another matter. There was an unspoken difference between flaunting herself before the man she loved and being caught in such an intimate position by a close friend.
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