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"Haa~" This was Lucian's umpteenth yawn.
He was so sleepy.
But the door wasn't fully closed, making it hard for him to relax enough to fall asleep.
Yet, if he closed it completely, he'd feel even less at ease.
He wondered if Urara might have already fallen asleep.
If so, that would mean his entire night of waiting had been for nothing.
Lucian scratched his head, got up from the bed, and walked to the bathroom. Checking the time, he saw it was already 1:00 AM.
"Whatever, I should just sleep..."
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Urara's petite figure appeared behind him.
Her footsteps were completely silent—like a ghost.
Fortunately, Lucian spotted her in the mirror and wasn't startled.
"Trainer~" Urara was wearing fluffy pajamas, her pink hair loosely draped over her shoulders.
With long hair, Urara seemed less mischievous and more sweet.
Or maybe it was just because he preferred long hair?
Urara walked up to the mirror, smiling at their reflections. "Trainer, did you just finish freshening up and wait for Urara?"
"I took a shower ages ago," Lucian retorted, then countered the latter half of her statement. "Showering is to wash off the day's fatigue, not to wait for Urara."
Urara pouted. "Trainer's words are so harsh~ Urara will just have to kiss them soft."
"You came so late. I'm sleepy now and want to sleep."
"Is Trainer mad?" Urara turned her head to look at him. "I'm sorry, Trainer. Rice-chan stayed up late today, so I only came over after she fell asleep."
"Trainer, don't be mad at Urara, please, Trainer..." She pinched the hem of Lucian's clothes, swaying gently, her trailing voice like wispy smoke.
Urara hopped onto the bathroom counter, once again leveling her gaze with Lucian's.
"Stop touching randomly." Lucian swatted away Urara's hands, which were wandering across his chest like they were searching for a switch. "You little pervy horse girl."
"But I just really like Trainer, I do, I do~"
She leaned forward, looping her arms around Lucian's neck, eagerly pressing her lips against his.
But in the end, she was the one who ended up defeated. "Trainer, Urara doesn't even know why she likes you so much. She just really, really wants to be with you."
"If Trainer isn't mad anymore, Urara will go warm the bed first, okay?"
"Go ahead."
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After finishing his bedtime routine, Lucian turned off the lights and returned to the room.
Urara, who had been hiding under the covers, lifted a corner of the blanket and patted the bed. "Trainer, come quick~ It's all warm now."
Lucian lay down. "Sleep quietly, okay?"
"No~ I don't wanna fall asleep just like that." Wrapped in the blanket, Urara immediately snuggled up to him.
But that wasn't enough. She squirmed under the covers, curling up until she was practically draped over Lucian like a puppy.
She traced the contours of his face with her lips, but even that wasn't satisfying. So she busied herself beneath the blanket—pushing aside Lucian's sleepwear and slipping inside.
It was as if Lucian were wet paint, and she was desperate to soak him in.
"Why are you so clingy? Like a puppy."
"Then Urara will only be Trainer's puppy."
Urara lay quietly for a while, but her peace didn't last long before she started making bigger moves.
Trainer was a liar. He said he was sleepy, but he was actually very much awake.
"Trainer, you have to love Urara more and more from now on, okay? Urara loves you the most."
Like a vow, like a declaration of resolve.
Urara's back arched like a puppet whose strings had been cut, her teeth sinking into Lucian's shoulder as she stifled her tears, trembling uncontrollably.
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Urara's petite frame presses closer, her breath hot against Lucian's neck. She wriggles out of her fluffy pajamas, the fabric sliding off her smooth skin with a soft rustle. Her small chest glistens in the dim light, nipples hardening under his gaze. She squirms, thighs rubbing together, her body humming with need.
"Trainer~" Urara's voice is a needy whimper.
Lucian's hands find her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pulls her flush against him, his arousal evident through his thin sleepwear. Her lips part, a shaky sound escaping.
She claws at his shirt, tugging it up to expose his chest. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around his nipple, a wet sound filling the air.
Slurp~
Lucian groans, head tipping back, the sensation shooting to his core. Urara's small breasts press against his stomach. He dips his head, capturing one of her tiny, sensitive buds in his mouth. His tongue swirls, teasing the peak.
"Mmmph Trainer, yes~"
Her hips buck, grinding against his thigh, already slick with arousal. Lucian flips her onto her back, the mattress creaking. Missionary suits her—her petite frame splayed out, pink hair fanning across the pillow, eyes glassy with lust. He spreads her thighs, her glistening folds exposed.
"Ahhhn~ please~"
He sinks two fingers inside her, curling against her tight walls. Her slick heat clenches around him. She writhes, hips jerking, a gush of wetness coating his hand as she squirts.
"Mmmph more~"
Lucian sheds his pants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. He aligns himself, sinking into her tight heat with one slow thrust. Her walls grip him, pulsing.
"Ahhhn so deep~"
He rocks into her, steady and deep, her small breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her nails rake his back, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
"Trainer, fuck me~"
Her body convulses, another wave of pleasure hitting, squirting again, soaking the sheets. Lucian pulls out, flipping her onto her hands and knees. He grips her hips, her small ass pushing back eagerly. He thrusts in hard, skin slapping skin.
Slap~
"Ahhhn Trainer~!"
Her moans grow louder, unrestrained. Her walls flutter, another gush of wetness spilling down her thighs.
"Mmmph I'm—ahhhn~!"
Her arms give out, face pressed into the pillow as she trembles, her release soaking them both. Lucian lies back, pulling her atop him. Urara straddles him, sinking onto his cock, her tight heat enveloping him. She rocks her hips, slow at first, then faster, her small breasts jiggling.
"Ahhhn Trainer so good~"
He grips her hips, guiding her, his mouth finding her chest again, sucking her sensitive nipples.
Slurp~
Her movements grow frantic, thighs quivering as she chases her peak.
"Mmmph I'm gonna~"
Her body seizes, squirting again, juices dripping down his shaft. Lucian thrusts up, matching her rhythm, his own release building. He sucks harder on her breast, tongue flicking her nipple. Her walls clamp down on him.
"Trainer I love you~"
Her body spasms, another gush of wetness flooding over him. Lucian groans, his climax hitting hard, spilling inside her as her tight heat milks him dry. They collapse together, Urara's small frame draped over him, both panting, slick with sweat and her release. Her lips find his, soft and needy.
"Mmmph~"
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"Bang bang—"
The sound of repeated knocking jolted Lucian from his sleep.
Opening his eyes, he suddenly felt a weight on his chest. Looking down, he saw Urara's head resting there.
"Is it morning already? Feels kinda late..."
The knocking came again, and Lucian became more alert. He shook Urara gently. "Urara, wake up. It might be Rice-chan at the door."
"Rice-chan!?" Urara shot up like a patient rising from their deathbed, instantly wide awake.
She'd been too exhausted from last night's activities to go back to her room, collapsing into sleep right after.
"Get dressed. I'll open the door."
"O-Okay!"
Clothes were strewn across both sides of the bed—discarded with abandon the night before, now being frantically gathered in embarrassment.
Once Urara was dressed, Lucian went with her to open the door.
Sure enough, Rice Shower stood outside.
"Urara, you were here with Trainer." Seeing Urara behind Lucian, Rice Shower let out a relieved sigh.
"Sorry, Rice-chan."
"Urara, when did you come here? You didn't even tell me." Rice Shower had been worried when she woke up and didn't see Urara.
"I got a little scared last night, so I came to sleep with Trainer. Sorry, Rice-chan." Urara took Rice Shower's hand and led her into the room.
Lucian assumed Urara could handle it, so he stayed quiet.
But then, his gaze landed on the trash can beside the bed—and he suddenly remembered something.
He quickly moved to block Rice Shower's line of sight, pretending to blow his nose as he tossed a few crumpled tissues into the trash.
"Onii-sama, do you have a cold?"
"I slept on the sofa last night... might've caught a slight chill," Lucian replied awkwardly.
Rice Shower nodded, then turned back to Urara. "Urara, wasn't I in the room too? Why were you still scared?"
"But Rice-chan fell asleep so early! I texted Trainer, and he happened to still be awake, so I came over." Urara's mind worked fast—she could lie without hesitation.
"Alright." Rice Shower smoothed out Urara's messy bangs. "Urara must've slept really soundly. Your hair's all tangled."
"Probably because I felt so safe."
"Urara, do you want to go eat breakfast together?"
"I wanna lie down a bit longer. Rice-chan can go ahead." Urara flopped back onto the bed, where the lingering scent of Lucian—and them—still clung to the sheets.
"Should I bring something back for you?"
"No need! I'll just wake up in time for lunch."
Rice Shower sighed, then turned to Lucian. "Onii-sama, are you coming?"
"You go ahead, Rice Shower. I haven't washed up yet."
"Okay."
After being turned down twice, Rice Shower had no choice but to head to the hotel restaurant alone.
Meanwhile, Lucian, now wide awake, went to the bathroom to freshen up.
Midway through brushing his teeth, Urara suddenly barged in again—this time ducking under the sink.
"Urara?"
"Trainer, you said it yourself—'Those who can, eat more.'"
Her "dining hall" wasn't the one in the hotel.
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