Kamisato Ayaka wasn’t skilled in dancing, yet Luo Qing couldn’t detect a single flaw in her performance.
The effort she must have put into learning was undeniable. What’s more, Ayaka had done it entirely to bring joy to Luo Qing.
A girl this sincere and straightforward—how could she not steal his heart?
“Ayaka…” Luo Qing whispered, pulling her into his embrace. His hand gently brushed along her slender waist.
Even with fabric between them, in the quiet of the night, they could hear each other’s heartbeats.
“Thank you for your dance. I loved it.”
“Mm…” Ayaka murmured softly, resting her head against Luo Qing’s chest.
“Luo Qing… don’t go back tonight, okay?”
“Please?”
“Ayaka, you…” Luo Qing looked down at the girl in his arms, his expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty.
It wasn’t hard to catch the meaning behind her words.
Was she implying… that it was okay for him to…?
“But didn’t you say the Kamisato family rules…”
“Oh, that…” Ayaka let out a soft chuckle, her tone unusually playful and tinged with rebellion.
“We’ll keep it a secret. We won’t tell anyone, alright?”
“…”
For as long as Luo Qing had known Ayaka, she had always been the epitome of a refined and gentle noblewoman.
This was the first time he had seen her wear such a mischievous expression.
Could he have… actually corrupted her?
Luo Qing’s thoughts briefly wandered to the Pure Ice crystal he carried. Ever since the Tsaritsa’s sharp words during their last interaction, the crystal had fallen silent. He wasn’t sure if the Tsaritsa was still eavesdropping.
If she is listening… oh well. Luo Qing shrugged internally. Last time, the Pure Ice had been right on his nightstand while the bed shook with Bu’er.
If I’m not embarrassed, the awkwardness will just be hers.
Steeling his resolve, Luo Qing released Ayaka from his embrace.
Looking at the shy, adorable girl before him, he felt a wave of warmth swell in his chest.
“Ayaka, let’s go back.”
“Mm…” Ayaka nodded, her cheeks flushed.
In the blink of an eye, the surroundings blurred and shifted. A moment later, Ayaka found herself back in her bedroom.
“Luo Qing, wait for me. I’ll go freshen up, okay?”
“Mm…”
“I’ll be quick!”
Ayaka rose on tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on Luo Qing’s cheek before hurrying out of the room. She shut the door behind her, leaving only the sound of her rapid footsteps echoing down the hallway.
A faint smile lingered on her lips as she walked. Her emotions were a mix of nervousness, anticipation, and a bit of giddy excitement.
All in all, she was in a fantastic mood, even humming softly as she made her way.
“Hm-hm-hm… Brother?!”
She froze as a door suddenly slid open, revealing Kamisato Ayato in his casual light-blue yukata, standing directly in her path.
“Ayaka, what are you doing?”
Ayato’s sharp eyes scanned his sister, taking note of her perfectly neat attire. He couldn’t help but wonder. Today’s lessons on bridal etiquette had ended hours ago—why was Ayaka still dressed like this so late at night?
“Ah… Brother, I was just continuing to study some of the lesson material in my room,” Ayaka replied in a small voice, her gaze flickering nervously. She avoided eye contact, clearly guilty.
“Is that so…”
Ayato glanced toward her bedroom but didn’t press further.
He knew Ayaka had been going above and beyond lately, eager to finish her studies so she could see Luo Qing again.
“I know you’re eager to see Luo Qing, but you need to take care of yourself too,” Ayato began, his tone softening.
“I know, Brother. You’ve already told me so many times…” Ayaka quickly nodded, brushing off his concern.
“Well then, go freshen up. Goodnight, Ayaka.”
“Goodnight, Brother.”
With that, Ayaka clicked her wooden sandals against the floor and hurried past Ayato, leaving him standing in the hallway.
“This child…”
Watching his sister’s retreating figure, Ayato couldn’t help but feel a pang of melancholy.
His little sister was growing up.
Not only had she reached a rebellious phase… she had run off with a scoundrel.
Shaking his head, Ayato let out a quiet sigh and returned to his room.
From a practical standpoint, the only real obstacle had been Luo Qing’s association with the Fatui, which could have brought trouble to the Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commission. But Luo Qing had somehow managed to charm even the mighty Raiden Shogun, earning her favor and even… sharing a kiss.
In a political sense, most noble families would leap at the chance to marry their daughters to someone like Luo Qing, hoping to forge closer ties with the Shogun herself.
But Ayato loathed political marriages. Allowing Ayaka her freedom to love was the only concession he was willing to make.
As for whether Luo Qing would one day break Ayaka’s heart… that was a journey she would have to face on her own.
He couldn’t stop it, nor did he want to.
In short, Ayato had resigned himself.
Even if Luo Qing were sneaking into her room this very night, he would probably just turn a blind eye—as long as they didn’t disturb his sleep.
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Meanwhile…
After a thorough cleansing, Ayaka returned to her room in a loose, sky-blue yukata, her wooden sandals clicking lightly against the floor.
When she slid open the door, she found Luo Qing already sitting on the tatami mat, dressed in comfortable loungewear.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting, Luo Qing…” Ayaka said with a small bow.
Tonight was an important night, so she had meticulously cleaned herself from head to toe. It had taken a bit longer than expected.
“It’s alright. I only just finished freshening up myself,” Luo Qing replied.
Looking at the stunning figure before him—Ayaka, in her soft, flowing yukata, cheeks flushed delicately—Luo Qing couldn’t help but swallow nervously.
Both Bu’er and Zhen had once been gods. No matter how much they adapted to domesticity, there was an air of pride and refinement about them that couldn’t be erased.
Even Theresa, despite her playful nature, had long lost the purity of a youthful maiden.
But Ayaka, standing before him, was every bit a vibrant, graceful young woman.
“Mm…” Ayaka’s face reddened further as she lowered herself onto the tatami, resting in Luo Qing’s arms.
“Luo Qing, I’ve never done this kind of thing before… My teacher said the first time is always painful…”
“Don’t worry… I’ll be gentle. It won’t hurt much.”
“D-don’t touch me there yet! Also… we need to keep our voices down. My brother’s already gone to bed…”
“Mm…”
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T/N: too see the hot hot steamy scene u must cough up 5 gabillion gabloons
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