It was 2:00 AM. The scene had shifted to a mystical garden.
Nikita's Position: Nikita was perched on a branch of a magical blue cherry blossom tree. Her long sky-blue hair blended perfectly with the blue flowers. The pain of the night still lingered in her eyes.
The Companion: Right beside her sat the mysterious white cat, acting as her silent guardian in the dark.
The King Below: Below the tree, in a crystal-clear pool, was King Kairen. His powerful, bare-chested frame was half-submerged in the water. Under the moonlight, the water droplets on his skin sparkled like diamonds. He gazed up at Nikita with his sharp cat-eyes, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
The King reached out from the water, beckoning Nikita to jump from the high branch directly into his arms, while blue petals showered down upon him.When the King beckoned her from the water, Nikita remained huddled on the branch of the blue cherry tree. She shook her head and flatly refused. Her eyes still held a mix of resentment and fearful stubbornness. She was in no mood to surrender herself willingly to the terrifying King.
After this direct rejection, it seemed King Kairen would explode in rage, but surprisingly—the King said nothing.
The King's Silence: King Kairen didn't utter a word, not even a reprimand. He simply stood still in the water. His cat-eyes remained fixed on Nikita. That familiar mysterious smile stayed on his lips, suggesting he was plotting something new in his mind.
The Magical Ambience: In the silence of 2:00 AM, only the gentle lapping of the water could be heard. The pipe lay on the edge of the pond, smoke curling upward. Blue cherry blossoms showered down onto the King's broad, bare chest.
The Cat's Alert: The white cat beside Nikita became very alert. It stared intently at the water below, as if sensing some dark power stirring beneath the surface.Perched on the tree branch, Nikita grew even more apprehensive of the King's silence. In a bid for comfort, she pulled the white cat close and cradled its long tail in her lap. The cat didn't resist; it remained calm under her touch.
At that deep hour of the night, a magical scene unfolded:
Hair Fluttering in the Wind: A cold midnight breeze suddenly began to blow. Nikita's magnificent sky-blue hair began to flutter and dance in the wind. The blue cherry blossom petals and the blue hue of her hair blended together to create a celestial vision.
The King's Terrifying Form: Below in the water, the King's appearance shifted. Over his bare-chested frame, his jet-black hair had grown significantly longer. Those long black tresses floated on the water like serpents. His cat-eyes shone like diamonds beneath the surface.
The Contrast: Above stood Nikita with her sky-blue hair and the white cat's tail in her lap; below was the King with his dark black hair and a mysterious smile. King Kairen brushed aside a lock of his long hair and gazed at Nikita with a strange yearning in his whitish eyes.Suddenly, the wind intensified, causing the branch to sway violently. Nikita lost her balance and fell from the blue cherry tree.
Nikita's Tears: As she hit the ground, Nikita was badly hurt. Her sky-blue hair trailed in the dust. Despite being eighteen, she began to cry like a little child from the pain. Covering her face with her hands, she sobbed uncontrollably.
The King's Shift: Hearing her cries, King Kairen's mysterious, wicked smile vanished instantly. He leaped out of the water. With his long, wet black hair and bare chest, he hurried to her and knelt down.
The Tender Comfort: The King very carefully and tenderly lifted Nikita into his arms. Still sobbing, she hid her face against his chest. He held her close with his powerful arms and planted a long, gentle kiss on her forehead.King Kairen didn't hesitate for another second. Nikita's child-like sobbing melted his inner hardness instantly. He very carefully lifted Nikita into his arms, cradling her with his massive strength.
The King's Touch: Nikita felt the warmth of the King's bare, wet chest. In his powerful embrace, she looked tiny and safe. As he lifted her, her long sky-blue hair cascaded over his arms like a waterfall.
Comforting Her: Nikita continued to sob, clutching the King's damp royal attire with her small hands. King Kairen gazed into her eyes with his whitish cat-eyes. No cruelty remained in them—only a deep, soulful tenderness.
The King's Mystique: His long, wet black hair flowed down his back, and his familiar smile was now infinitely softer. He pulled her closer to his chest, as if shielding her from every danger in the world.
The white cat followed closely behind. Carrying her in his arms, the King began walking along the pond toward his chamber.As King Kairen carried her, he spoke in his deep voice—but this time, there was no command, only a strange sense of amusement. Gazing at her with his whitish cat-eyes, he said:
"You aren't even a human; you're just a stubborn girl! It's hard to survive in this kingdom with such a temper."
When the King teased her for being 'stubborn,' Nikita suddenly stopped her child-like sobbing and looked up at him. Her cheeks flushed red again with indignation. Clutching the collar of his bare-chested attire, she snapped:
"Shut up! Just shut up, I said!"
King Kairen froze once more at such a direct command. No one had ever dared to tell this 6'7" terrifying King to "shut up." His mysterious smile widened. He thought to himself that this girl was truly unique—sobbing like a child one moment and boldly silencing the King the next.4 Months Later...
The time at the palace had completely transformed since that night. Nikita was no longer that scared little girl, and King Kairen was calmer, though his sense of possession had only deepened.
Nikita's Transformation: In four months, Nikita had gained an unspoken power, much like a queen. Her incredible sky-blue hair was now silkier and more vibrant. She walked the gardens in royal silks, yet her cute locket remained, still glowing in the King's presence.
The King's Change: King Kairen no longer used cruel force. However, his bare-chested frame and piercing cat-eyes still struck fear in the hearts of the maids. He spent most of his days near Nikita, his long black hair often finding its way into her hands.
The Current Scene: It was afternoon. The King reclined on his red sofa. Nikita sat beside him, carefully braiding his long black hair. The white cat lay asleep in her lap.
Exhaling a cloud of smoke, the King smiled slightly. "Four months ago, these hands had to massage my feet; today, they braid my hair. Time truly changes everything."
Nikita made a face and snapped, "Shut up! If you move, I'll tangle your hair on purpose!" Kairen gave his mysterious smile. He knew that in these four months, he hadn't captured her—she had captured his heart with her own magicThe calm afternoon, four months later, suddenly turned turbulent again. As Nikita was busy braiding the King's hair, Kairen turned abruptly. His cat-eyes reflected that old thirst and passion from months ago.
Sudden Intimacy: Without a word, the King lifted Nikita into his arms. Before she could react, he pressed his lips against her neck in a deep, lingering kiss. Nikita shivered, her sky-blue hair cascading over his arms.
The Unveiling: With practiced swiftness, the King unbuttoned Nikita's shirt. This time, she didn't cry like a child; instead, she gazed into his eyes in a trance. He laid her on the bed with his bare-chested powerful frame.
The Sensual Rhythm: The atmosphere shifted. King Kairen began to claim every inch of her body in a slow, sensual rhythm. His touch and the familiar scent of tobacco made Nikita feel numb with desire.
The Union: Then, with great care, the King entered her, joining their most intimate selves. Unlike the pain from four months ago, there was now a strange, deep connection. As he moved deeper, he whispered into her ear— "My Sexy Lady."4 Months Later...
The time at the palace had completely transformed since that night. Nikita was no longer that scared little girl, and King Kairen was calmer, though his sense of possession had only deepened.
Nikita's Transformation: In four months, Nikita had gained an unspoken power, much like a queen. Her incredible sky-blue hair was now silkier and more vibrant. She walked the gardens in royal silks, yet her cute locket remained, still glowing in the King's presence.
The King's Change: King Kairen no longer used cruel force. However, his bare-chested frame and piercing cat-eyes still struck fear in the hearts of the maids. He spent most of his days near Nikita, his long black hair often finding its way into her hands.
The Current Scene: It was afternoon. The King reclined on his red sofa. Nikita sat beside him, carefully braiding his long black hair. The white cat lay asleep in her lap.
Exhaling a cloud of smoke, the King smiled slightly. "Four months ago, these hands had to massage my feet; today, they braid my hair. Time truly changes everything."
Nikita made a face and snapped, "Shut up! If you move, I'll tangle your hair on purpose!" Kairen gave his mysterious smile. He knew that in these four months, he hadn't captured her—she had captured his heart with her own magicIt was 3:00 AM. While the entire kingdom slept, a mysterious scene unfolded in the marketplace. Without any royal guards, King Kairen and Nikita walked through the deserted market.
Nikita's Presence: Nikita led the way, her royal silk dress swaying in the cool night breeze. In her arms, she held the cute white cat with tender care. Her long sky-blue hair cascaded past her waist, making her look like a fairytale princess in the dark.
The King's Shadow: Abandoning his arrogant throne, King Kairen walked right behind Nikita. His 6'7" frame followed her like a massive shadow, shielding her from the darkness. His bare-chested physique and long black hair added to his imposing presence. His sharp cat-eyes kept a vigilant watch on the surroundings.
The Silence: The market was completely empty. Between the closed shop shutters and extinguished torches, only the heavy sound of the King's footsteps echoed.
Nikita suddenly stopped in front of a small clay doll shop and looked back at the King with a sweet smile. Kairen gave his mysterious smile and gently placed his hand on her forehead.Nikita spotted something strange in a dark alley of the market—perhaps a remnant of old magic or a sinister presence. Curious, she pointed and asked, "What is that?"
But before she could get an answer, King Kairen moved swiftly. Standing right behind her, he covered Nikita's eyes with his massive hand.
The King's Protection: Leaning close to her ear, the King spoke in an incredibly grave and heavy voice, "You will not see this. Some things are better left in the dark." His whitish cat-eyes stared sharply into the alley, sensing a danger too grim for Nikita to witness.
Nikita's Response: Nikita immediately calmed down, enveloped by the warmth of his hand and the scent of his bare-chested frame. She didn't try to open her eyes. The cute cat in her arms meowed softly, sensing the hidden threat.
The Silence: At 3:00 AM, even the wind seemed to die down. The King's long black hair brushed against her shoulders as he guided her away, his hand still firmly shielding her eyes.