"Cutiepie!"

    I stopped mid-step, recognizing the voice from behind me. Turning around, I saw Seraphine standing a few feet away, the fading golden glare of the sunset put a soft glow on her face. Her blue hair flowing behind, but her expression was soft, as though she was fighting some inner battle.

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    I gazed at her with my usual calm, expressionless face. "Yes?"

    Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out at first. After a moment, she stepped closer, her voice soft yet firm.

    "Umm..."

    "What is it, Seraphine?" I asked.

    She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip before responding. "I... I don''t know. I just felt like talking to you." Her voice was softer than usual, and I noticed a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "I want to become...friends with you.."@@@@

    I tilted my head slightly, studying her.

    "I see."

    In my mind, I pieced things together. *She''s alone, just like me. I''ve seen how people whisper about her, the subtle taunts thrown her way. They call her a traitor, mock her behind her back. It''s not unlike the ridicule I face for being ''delicate'' in their eyes. Maybe she sees a stronger spirit in me.*

    Breaking the silence, I asked, "Would you like to come to my house?"

    Her eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

    "Yeah," I replied with a shrug. "I don''t mind."

    The walk to my home was quiet, except for the occasional comment from Seraphine about the scenery around. When we finally arrived, her mouth fell slightly open as she took in the sight of my house.

    "Wow... You must be really rich," she said, her voice filled with awe.

    She glanced at me, her expression growing serious.

    "Do you trust me?"

    The question hung in the air for a moment. I looked up from my book and met her gaze. "I trust you completely," I said without hesitation.

    Her eyes softened, though there was a flicker of pain in them. "People keep calling me a traitor," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "It hurts... but hearing you say that means a lot."

    I placed my book down and turned toward her. "Don''t let their words get to you. I trust you, and that''s all that matters."

    Her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked away, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you... You''re really a good person, you know that?"

    The atmosphere in the room shifted subtly. Seraphine leaned closer, her tight figure by her flowing blue hair. She wore a blue dress paired with a skirt and stockings, the fabric clinging to her body revealing her erotic shape.

    "Seraphine," I said softly, leaning forward just enough to close the gap between us. "Don''t worry. It''ll be okay. I trust you completely."

    Our eyes met, and the air heated up with unspoken words. She stared at me, while looking at my cleavage and thighs. Her cheeks reddening further.

    "You''re... really hot and sexy," she said, her voice is just a whisper.

    A faint smile played on my lips. "You''re cute yourself."

    Her lips parted slightly, her breathing shallow. The tension between us was silent. Slowly, I leaned in, my face mere inches from hers.

    And then, I held her cheeks and captured her lips.

    It was soft at first, hesitant, but the kiss deepened quickly. My hand moved to her waist pulling her closer as she melted into me. Her breaths came in quick, her eyes closed as I gently rolled her onto the bed.

    I hovered over her, my weight supported by my arms as I looked down at her. Her silver eyes were half-closed, her face red. She was huffing softly, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

    "Cutiepie..." she said, her voice trembling.

    I leaned closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered back, "I''ve got you."