Rafael leaned back slightly, watching her with a quiet intensity. The sight of her—naked, trembling, the faint flush still lingering on her skin—made his chest tighten. He didn't move too fast; there was no need. He wanted this to unfold slowly, naturally, in a way that she would respond to him.
"Here," he said softly, holding out a crisp, oversized shirt. "Put this on. I don't want to ruin the mood."
Arisa hesitated, her fingers brushing the fabric before she let it slip over her shoulders. The shirt was long, soft, and warm. It barely covered her, draping loosely over her curves, leaving her legs and most of her body exposed. She tugged it down slightly, still unsure how to hold herself.
She glanced up, her cheeks flaming, and asked, "Uh… do you… have, like… undergarments or—?" Her voice faltered, and she quickly added, "…I mean, I didn't mean that like that, just… asking."
Rafael's lips curved in the faintest of smiles. "Relax. That's fine," he murmured. "For now, this is enough."
Her hands fidgeted with the hem of the shirt, pulling it down, trying to cover herself, but the embarrassment only made her shift closer to him—subconsciously seeking comfort even in her own uncertainty.
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes dark with intent but gentle in approach. "You don't have to do anything you don't want," he said. "But I want you to feel… safe. And free. Let yourself just… be here with me for a while."
Arisa swallowed hard, the mixture of fear, shame, and the faint spark of something else making her pulse race. "I… okay," she whispered, voice barely audible.
Rafael nodded, satisfied, letting the moment hang between them. The shirt was just the beginning—a small, tangible piece of comfort, a gentle step into the dynamic he had imagined for her. Slowly, carefully, he would guide her to the person he wanted her to be: playful, teasing, confident, and fully his… in mind, in body, and in will.
Rafael settled back slightly, letting the moment breathe. His dark eyes softened a fraction as he spoke.
"You can speak freely here," he said, his tone firm but reassuring. "Tell me anything, without holding back… and never lie. Understood?"
Arisa blinked, her chest rising and falling, still trembling slightly under the oversized shirt. "I… I understand," she whispered. Then, after a pause, her voice brightened a little, tinged with hesitancy and curiosity. "Um… I'm… hungry."
Rafael's lips curved in a faint smile, almost indulgent. From a nearby drawer, he retrieved a small pack of biscuits and handed them to her. "Here. Eat. No one's judging."
Her fingers shook slightly as she took the pack, opening it carefully. The simple act of eating—her small, vulnerable motions under his watchful gaze—made him feel a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. She was beginning to trust him, slowly, one small step at a time.
He watched her nibble quietly, her eyes flicking up to him occasionally, shy but curious. "Good," he murmured. "Tell me if you need anything else. Don't hold back. This is your space."
Arisa nodded, biting her lip, feeling safer than before, even as the storm of emotions inside her still raged. For the first time since the night began, a tiny spark of control returned to her—a feeling that maybe, just maybe, she could navigate this world… with him.Rafael leaned forward slightly, his voice calm but serious. "Arisa…" he began, letting the words hang in the quiet room. "I need to ask you something important. Will you… be my wife?"
Her eyes widened under the oversized shirt, cheeks flushing. His gaze didn't waver. "I'll protect you. Always," he continued, voice firm but warm. "I'll take care of everything—your safety, your life, every responsibility that comes with it. You won't have to fear anyone here."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "If you don't want this… you can go back to your uncle. You know how he is. You know the danger you'd be in."
Arisa's fingers tightened on the pack of biscuits, her mind racing. Her lips parted, a soft, teasing smirk forming despite her shyness. "Hmm… I'll see if you're really strong enough to protect me first," she said, her voice small but mischievous. "You pass the test… then maybe I'll stay. Fail… and I'm running far away."
Rafael's dark eyes flickered with amusement, then a slow, approving smile spread across his face. "A test, huh? Very well… I accept your terms."
The air shifted, charged with something both thrilling and intimate—the first spark of trust between them, tinged with challenge, desire, and the promise of something deeper yet to come.She's wearing his oversized shirt, still shy but gradually more relaxed.
She's finishing the biscuits he gave her.
Her smirk and rules:
Arisa sat up slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes, soft but challenging.
"Okay, Rafael," she began, voice low and teasing, "I've got… three rules for you if we're going to do this properly."
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Rules?"
"Yes," she purred, smirking under the oversized shirt. "Test one: you must never lie to me." She paused, letting the words sink in. "Test two: always behave properly in front of me—no funny business when you think I'm not watching."
Her smile turned sly, almost naughty. "And test three… that one's a surprise. It'll check your… self-control." She leaned back, crossing her legs, letting the shirt slip slightly but still modest. "If you pass all three, maybe I'll stay… fail even one, and you will never know where I'll run."
Rafael's lips curved into a slow, amused smile. "A challenge, huh?" His dark eyes softened slightly, but the spark of desire remained. "I accept. I'll pass every one of your tests."
Arisa's smirk deepened as she tucked herself slightly under the oversized shirt. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, the faint glow of the room making her playful expression sharper.
"TEST 1," she announced, her voice teasing but firm, "if you peek or touch me while I sleep… it will be considered a fail."
Rafael froze mid-step, the words hitting him harder than he expected. His usual composure wavered, and he swallowed audibly, glancing away as a rush of heat burned across his face.
"W-wait," he stammered, trying to regain control of his voice, "I… I wouldn't… I mean—of course not. I'll respect it. Totally."
Arisa hummed, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him. "Good. Because… I can tell if you try. And trust me, I'm very good at noticing things."
He nodded quickly, still flushed, trying to mask the mixture of embarrassment and… anticipation that she stirred in him.
The tension in the room shifted—part challenge, part play, part undeniable chemistry—her smirk a constant reminder that she wasn't just a girl to protect; she was someone who would test him… and maybe, in the process, win him over completely.The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow from the window. Rafael lay stiffly on his side of the bed, the thick pillow placed between them like a fragile barrier of honor. He tried to keep his breathing steady, eyes glued to the ceiling.
Arisa, however, was far from settling down. She tugged at the oversized shirt, loosening the top three buttons until the pale curve of her collarbone and the hint of her chest peeked through. With deliberate slowness, she turned onto her side—facing him.
Her lips curled into that playful smirk again. "If you peek…" she dragged the word out, her voice low and sing-song, "…it still counts as fail, you know~ 😜"
Rafael felt his throat tighten. He swallowed hard, snapping his gaze back to the ceiling, though his peripheral vision betrayed him with flashes of pale skin and the sway of fabric.
"I'm not… I won't," he muttered, his ears burning red.
Arisa chuckled softly, clearly amused. "Good. Because this is only the beginning, Rafael. If you can't handle just this…" she trailed off, stretching lightly under the sheets, "then you'll never pass the other tests."
The pillow barrier suddenly felt like a thin rope over a cliff's edge. His self-control, his promise, and her playful seduction—everything was being tested tonight.Rafael shut his eyes tight, clutching the edge of his pillow like it was a lifeline. Don't peek. Don't peek. Don't peek.
But Arisa wasn't about to let him off easy. She shifted, the sheets rustling softly as her body turned and twisted. Her breath grew heavier, tinged with little sighs that were far too sweet and deliberate to be innocent.
"Mmh… it's so… warm," she murmured, her tone dripping with mock complaint. "Without undergarments… it feels strange. My body's all… sensitive."
Rafael's eyes shot open, then immediately squeezed shut again. His chest pounded like a war drum. "Arisa—stop teasing…"
"Teasing? I'm just telling the truth," she whispered slyly, sliding a hand down her thigh under the shirt just enough to make the fabric shift. "It's so… uncomfortable between my legs like this. Do you ever feel that way?"
The room filled with a low hum of her soft, drawn-out sighs—halfway between innocence and sin. Each sound coiled around his nerves like a whip.
Rafael dug his nails into the pillow. He could feel his control fraying strand by strand. She's testing me. She wants me to fail.
But then her voice came again, softer, almost daring:
"If you touch me now… you fail. If you peek… you fail. But if you endure, Rafael… maybe you'll prove you really can be my husband."
"Ahhhnn… it's so warm… I-I can't take it…" She bit her lip, half-laughing, half-melting in her own act. "Rafael… please… h-help me… ahhh…"
Rafael's fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. His whole body was rigid, fighting against the primal urge clawing inside him. She's doing this on purpose. She's dragging me into hell.
Her breathing hitched louder, her legs shifting under the thin fabric. "Mmh… it's so… hot between my legs… ahhh—p-please, Rafael… do something…"
He turned away, face buried in the pillow, gritting his teeth. Sweat dripped down his temple. "Arisa… you… you devil…"
She chuckled softly at his suffering, her voice velvet and poison at once. "Mmm~ you're suffering, aren't you? Poor Rafael… my body's right here… I'm begging… but if you touch me, you lose."
Her words were a dagger—sharp, deliberate. Every moan, every whisper was crafted to pierce his restraint.
And then—her final whisper slid like silk across the room:
"Show me, Rafael… prove you can endure. If you pass… then maybe… I'll let you really touch me one day…"
Arisa shifted closer, her bare thigh brushing the pillow barrier. Her shirt collar had slipped, showing just enough skin to burn his eyes.
"Ahhhn… it's sticking to me…" she murmured, tugging the hem of his shirt up her stomach like she was half-asleep. "I can feel the air touching me down there… mmh… Rafael… it's embarrassing… so warm… so wet…"
His throat went dry. His pulse thundered in his ears. He knew she wasn't asleep—every sound, every word was perfectly timed to shatter his control.
She's doing this on purpose… this minx… this succubus in disguise…
Arisa rolled onto her back, arms stretching above her head. The shirt rode up higher, flashing just a sliver of her hip bone. She sighed, long and sultry, as if every breath was a moan.
"Rafael…" she whispered, licking her lips. "…what if I spread my legs right now? You'd see everything… would you look? Or would you close your eyes like a gentleman?"
He jerked upright, running both hands through his hair, shaking. "Arisa…! Damn it—you're going to kill me…"
She giggled, low and wicked, and turned to face him again. Her eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips parted. "Kill you? No, Rafael… I'm training you. If you can handle this… maybe I'll let you claim me later."
And then she whispered the coup de grâce, leaning close to the pillow divider—
"Mmh… I want you inside me so badly right now…"Rafael's eyes widened as her words hit him like a thunderbolt. His chest heaved, fingers clenching the sheets as if to ground himself. Every rational thought screamed don't look, don't move, but his body betrayed him—muscles tight, heat pooling, pulse hammering.
"You… you're insane," he breathed, voice strained, half-growl, half-whisper. His dark eyes burned with a mixture of frustration and desire, darting to the small glimpse of skin her shirt exposed.
She smirked, clearly enjoying the chaos she was causing. "Mmh… you'd peek, wouldn't you?" she teased, tilting her head, lips curved wickedly.
He groaned low in his throat, leaning back, trying to close his eyes and resist. "Arisa… this… you're making it impossible…"
Her soft laugh, half-gasp, filled the quiet room. "Impossible? That's the point, Rafael… If you survive this… maybe you'll earn the right to see me completely."
He couldn't stop the ragged inhale, the way his body reacted. Every nerve screamed, every thought clouded by the heat of her voice and the teasing, the delicate brush of her skin against the pillow. Sweat prickled his brow, and yet, he stayed rooted, struggling to keep control.
"You… you're going to be the death of me," he groaned, leaning forward slightly, hands gripping the pillow between them. "I… I swear, Arisa… if you keep this up…"
She tilted her head, lips barely brushing the pillow. "If I keep what up? Rafael… I'm just getting started."Rafael froze mid-breath, the words slicing straight through his foggy rationality. His fingers tightened on the pillow, knuckles white, heart hammering as he remembered every moment he had touched her before—the curve of her body under his hands, the warmth, the softness, the way she shivered.
"Y-You… you're… you remember that?" he stammered, voice thick, half-angry, half-desperate, trying to reclaim control. His dark eyes darted to her, every instinct warning him don't lose it… don't lose it…
Her smirk was mischievous, eyes glinting in the dim light. "Of course I remember… it's all your fault, Rafael. You touched me first… made me feel things I shouldn't have… Now don't act like you're innocent," she teased, voice low and sultry, dragging out each word deliberately.
He groaned low in his throat, leaning back slightly, trying to calm himself. "Arisa… you're insane… I… I can't…"
She leaned a little closer, shirt riding up slightly with her movement, and whispered, "You wanted me like this… don't lie… admit it…"
Rafael's breath hitched, pulse racing. He wanted to argue, to claim control, but every thought was drowned in the heat she'd stirred inside him. His body betrayed him completely, and he could only grunt, caught between frustration and desire.
Arisa slowly unbuttoned the last of her shirt, letting it fall open, leaving her covered only by the loose fabric. She arranged herself on the bed, lying down but keeping her eyes fixed on Rafael, a teasing glint in her gaze.
"Remember…" she murmured softly, almost to herself, "if you even peek, it's over."
Her words hung in the air, a mix of challenge and invitation. She shifted slightly, legs crossed just so, letting him see her silhouette, the soft rise and fall of her chest, every subtle curve highlighted by the dim light.
Rafael's eyes widened, his body stiffening, every muscle coiled with tension. He wanted to look away, to regain some semblance of control, but he was rooted in place, captivated by her daring confidence.
She let out a quiet sigh, almost as if settling in to sleep, yet her gaze never wavered. Every subtle movement, every playful smirk, reminded him that she held the power in this room—for now.