"Astrid… you're not exactly any better, are you…"
In the warm bedroom, Lyra, her body temperature steadily rising, pressed her cheek to Astrid's and nuzzled lightly like a little puppy.
Her cool pink hair brushed and kissed her lover's skin, giving Astrid a sensation as soft and smooth as silk being rubbed.
"If Astrid hadn't kept teasing me, the one in the worst state today definitely wouldn't be me."
Every time, it was Astrid who made the first move.
A few small gestures were enough to make Lyra's limbs go weak, her delicate body turning scorching hot, so much so that even a knight's supposed physical advantage over a mage couldn't be brought to bear.
She could only let Her Highness the Regent, atop her, take whatever she wanted.
Unfair, unfair. Next time she'd be the one to flirt first, wait until Astrid had no strength left to resist, then go in deeper.
