CHAPTER 47: HONEYMOON PHASE, DAY ONE

Her words echoed in my ears like a curse and a promise all at once. "Dare you to raise my shirt up."

I thought I could do it. Just lift some fabric. Easy. But the way she sat there—legs tucked under her, her chin tilted, eyes locked on me like I was her prey—yeah, there was nothing easy about it.

My hand shook as I reached forward. The moment my fingers brushed her skin, she smirked. "Don’t stop now, Kai. You’ve already touched me. Might as well keep going."

I swallowed hard and lifted, slowly, too slowly. First her stomach. My breath hitched. My throat was so dry it hurt. Higher, higher—until her breasts spilled into view, and I froze.

"Like what you see?" she teased, voice soft, wicked. She didn’t cover herself. Didn’t even flinch. Instead, she raised her arms higher, tilting her head as if daring me to finish what I started.

I don’t know how I managed it, but I did. With clumsy, trembling fingers, I peeled it off over her head, and suddenly she was sitting there in nothing but her confidence, staring at me with the kind of look that rewrites a man’s entire life.

God. She was perfect.

And she knew it. She smirked, leaning forward just slightly. "Eyes up here, babe. You’re staring."

"I—I wasn’t—"

"You were." Her smile widened, mischievous. "Don’t worry. I like it."

Before I could argue, she reached for me. My hoodie—gone in seconds. My shirt—peeled away. I didn’t even have time to react before she was tugging at the waistband of my sweatpants.

"Val—wait—"

"Relax," she whispered, almost tender but still sharp enough to gut me. "I just want to see what I already know is mine."

And then she pulled them down.

My entire body locked up, heat rushing to my face so hard I thought I’d pass out. My boxers barely hid anything, and she took her time, eyes dropping deliberately, then back to my face, then lower again.

"Wow," she breathed, smirking, biting her lip like she’d just unwrapped the world’s most entertaining present. "My nerd is packing. Who would’ve thought?"

"V-Val—"

She leaned in close, her lips grazing my ear, her breath hot. "Don’t be shy, babe. You’re gorgeous. All of you."

Her hand tugged my boxers lower, and suddenly I was bare in front of her. Completely, utterly bare.

Her eyes lingered. She tilted her head, smirk deepening. "Mhm. I knew it." She looked back up at me with a dangerous glint in her eyes. "You’re hard just from looking at me, aren’t you?"

"I—it’s—uhm... the weather—" I stammered, useless.

She laughed softly, brushing her lips against mine. "Don’t lie, Kai. It’s me. I make you like this."

I wanted to disappear. I wanted to argue. But I also wanted—so badly—to keep kissing her, to give in.

And she didn’t stop. She kissed me like she owned me, like she’d been waiting forever. Her hands roamed—my shoulders, my chest, lower—and every nerve in my body lit up.

By the time she pulled back, both of us completely naked, my world was spinning.

"You ready?" she asked, voice velvet, deadly sweet.

"I—" My throat closed. I didn’t even know how to answer.

She smiled softly and chaotic all at once. "Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you."

And she did. Slowly, teasingly, completely. Every smirk, every laugh, every whisper was her way of undoing me piece by piece. And when she finally pulled me into her, guiding me, claiming me, I realized—my V-Card wasn’t just gone. My whole heart was hers too.

By the time it was over, I wasn’t sure if I was alive or dreaming. My chest was heaving. My hands were still shaking. And she? She just laid there with the most satisfied smile I’d ever seen.

"Congrats, babe," she whispered against my ear, voice smug, soft, lethal. "You’re officially mine in every way now."

And me? Yeah. I couldn’t even argue.

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I woke up to warmth.

Not the blanket. Not the faint sunlight sneaking in through the blinds.

Warmth right where I shouldn’t be feeling it first thing in the morning.

My brain was still foggy, but the second I looked down, reality hit me like a truck.

Her hand.

Celestia’s hand.

Wrapped around my uhm... yeah, that... moving with slow, deliberate, unhurried strokes that made every nerve in my body jolt awake.

"V–Val...?" My voice cracked embarrassingly, hoarse from sleep.

She was already awake, propped up on one elbow, messy hair tumbling over her shoulder. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, lips curved in that smirk that had ruin Kai written all over it.

"Morning, babe," she whispered like we’d been married ten years. Then she leaned in, brushed her nose against my ear, and added, "Figured I’d... compensate you. For all the times you wouldn’t let me play with this before."

I made a sound—God knows what sound—that was definitely not human.

"V-Val—ah—" I couldn’t even form words.

"Shhh," she teased, her strokes slowing but tightening, cruelly controlled. "Just relax. Let me spoil you a little."

Relax? Relax?! How was I supposed to relax when she was—

I whimpered. Actual, real whimpering. And the worst part? I saw her smirk grow at the sound.

But then... she stopped.

Her hand slipped away like nothing had happened, leaving me painfully hard and completely undone.

"Wha—why—" I croaked, blinking at her, desperate, half sitting up.

She sat back, stretching her arms above her head like a cat, her smirk lazy and victorious. "Because I’m mean."

Then she leaned down, pecked my cheek with the softest kiss, and whispered against my skin, "Besides... watching you whine is cute."

My soul left my body.

She hopped off the bed before I could even process, her bare legs slipping into my hoodie—my hoodie—like it was hers. She tugged it down, humming under her breath, the picture of smug satisfaction.

"You—You can’t just—" I tried to sit up straighter, glaring.

She turned, gave me a slow once-over, eyes dropping deliberately to where the blanket still tented, and smirked even wider. "Oh, I can."

"Val..."

"Stay in bed, Kai." She winked, already skipping toward the kitchen. "I’ll make breakfast."

I fell back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling, half-hard, half-dead, fully convinced I wasn’t surviving the next two weeks with her here.

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The smell of eggs drifted in not long after, mixed with faint toast and butter. My stomach growled, but my brain was still stuck on what had just happened.

By the time I dragged myself into the kitchen, Celestia was at the stove, humming off-key like she didn’t just ruin me five minutes ago. She was dancing—actually dancing—with the spatula, bare thighs flashing as she moved.

She looked like a dream. A dangerous, chaotic dream I couldn’t wake up from.

When she noticed me, she turned with a grin. "Morning, husband. Want your eggs scrambled or fried?"

I nearly choked. "H-husband?!"

"Mmhm." She slid a plate onto the counter like it was the most natural thing in the world. "You gave me your V-Card. That’s basically marriage in my book."

I sat down before my legs gave out. "Val... You can’t just—"

"Can’t just what?" She leaned over the counter, resting her chin on her palm, eyes glinting. "Call you my husband? Cook for you? Wear your hoodie while making eggs?" She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Which part are you objecting to, Kai?"

"All of it!" I blurted, way too fast.

Her smile widened like she’d just won a game only she understood. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that."

She turned back to the stove, flipping something in the pan. "So, you gonna help set the table or just sit there looking like you’ve been run over by love?"

I rubbed a hand over my face. "You’re impossible."

"And you’re cute when you’re flustered," she shot back instantly.

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We sat at the small table, plates in front of us. She’d made toast, eggs, even sliced some fruit she must’ve dug out of the fridge.

Celestia, the chaos queen, was domestic. Actually domestic.

She kicked her leg against mine under the table as she dug into her food. "So... was I good?"

I nearly spat out my toast. "Wh-what?!"

She chewed, swallowed, then leaned closer. "Last night. You know. Good?"

"Val—" I lowered my voice, ears burning. "You can’t just—ask that—over breakfast!"

"Oh, but I can." She grinned, popping a piece of fruit into her mouth. "You were adorable, by the way. Loud. But adorable."

I froze, mortified. "I—I was not loud."

She tilted her head, smirking. "Sweetheart, I had to cover your mouth at least once. You think the neighbors didn’t hear?"

I wanted to crawl under the table and die.

She laughed, bright and unrestrained, and kicked me again under the table. "Relax. I liked it. Means I was doing a good job."

I dropped my head into my hands. "You’re going to kill me."

"Probably," she said cheerfully, sipping juice. "But you’ll die happy."

I groaned.

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After we ate, she insisted on cleaning up, swatting my hand away when I tried to help. Still in my hoodie, humming again, stacking plates like she’d lived here forever.

And the strangest part? She looked... happy.

Not smug. Not teasing. Not even bratty. Just happy.

She turned, caught me staring, and smirked lightly. "What? Falling in love with me all over again?"

I swallowed. "Maybe."

Her grin softened, just for a second. Then she flicked water at me from the sink. "Good. You’re stuck with me anyway, husband."

And right then, watching her in my kitchen, dancing barefoot in my hoodie, I realized she wasn’t just messing with me.

She was glowing. Actually glowing.

And for the first time since I’d met her, I realized she wasn’t just teasing me to death. She was... happy.

Really, really happy.

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To be continued...