The price, of course, was that it felt fucking amazing.
So amazing it was actually too much.
"No, no! I don't want to come anymore, let me go!"
Olivia let out a sharp yet unwilling… wait, that's not Olivia?
Halfway through, Louis awkwardly realized something seemed off.
The hands Ais had been using to pry open the little swan's legs, her face full of viciousness before, had somehow quietly loosened at some point, and her whole body was now leaning weakly against the girl, trembling.
Maybe by accident, the teapot had been knocked over at some unknown moment, warm tea rippling out and soaking the floor around them, silently speaking of Ais's sorrow.
How did it turn into this?
She couldn't remember anymore.
The brain that had still been able to stay calm earlier had openly chosen to shut down.
Olivia's lips curled into a sinister smile.
Under normal circumstances, of course she couldn't beat Ais at this.
But why did Ais have to throw herself into his arms?
