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"I won't let go, I won't let go." Lucian had no intention of letting go in the first place. "Spe-chan, you don't need to pull my clothes either."
"Sorry." Special Week slowly loosened her grip. "Have you forgiven me, Trainer-san?"
"Mm, forgiven. Let's head back."
"No way!" Special Week grabbed the hem of Lucian's clothes again. "There's still time. We can stay out a bit longer…"
"But I'm not interested anymore~ I don't want to shop anymore."
"It's not continuing to stroll the pasture."
"Oh? Then what is it? If Spe-chan doesn't say it, how would I know."
Special Week lowered her head and bit her lip, her face gradually turning red. "Holding hands... hugging.... and kissing!"
After saying it, she looked at Lucian. As if having made a firm decision, she actually pushed him down onto the grass.
Lucian instinctively stretched out his hands to support himself from behind. Special Week held his shoulders and sat astride him.
"Trainer-san."
She pressed down with both hands, lowering Lucian a bit more.
The sky in Lucian's view was now blocked by Special Week's face.
Those eyes overflowed with determination, and also a bit of grievance. "D-did you hear what I just said?"
"Mm... I forgot." Lucian raised an eyebrow playfully, leaned back slightly, and curled the corner of his mouth into a roguish smile.
Provocation. And teasing again.
"Can Spe-chan say it one more time? What does Spe-chan want to do most with Trainer?"
"Ki..."
Special Week's chest rose and fell irregularly, like fish gills flapping.
The small inner layer flowing down from her chest fluttered like a skirt hem with her breathing.
The word "ki" was squeezed out with her breath.
Lucian shook his head. "I didn't understand what Spe-chan meant."
"Ki... kiss..... I want to kiss Trainer-san. It's been so long since we kissed!"
"Oh, like that. Why didn't Spe-chan say so earlier?" Lucian tilted his head and looked down at her cherry lips exhaling hot air.
The messy folds were waiting for him to moisten and smooth them again.
But no rush. He slowly leaned toward Special Week, stopping abruptly just before their lips met, and reached out to rub her lip. "Kissing... How does Spe-chan want to kiss?"
Seeing him remove his hand, Special Week lunged forward like a fish leaping from the water, her waist tilting as she muffled Lucian's lips.
He was indeed her prey, but he was clearly just lying there without struggling—yet Special Week still acted rough and demanding.
She opened her misty eyes, closed them again, then opened them once more.
After the first round of passionate kissing, Special Week looked at Lucian affectionately, feeling something was missing.
She glanced at Lucian's hands still propped on the grass. "Trainer-san... no touching this time?"
"What's that? Spe-chan didn't request it just now."
"I.... I'm requesting it now!"
"Sure." Lucian sat up straight, one hand wrapping around Special Week's waist, the other rubbing her head. "Good girl."
But for Special Week, head pats were already outdated.
"No... not the head."
"Then where?" Lucian withdrew his hand and pinched the fluttering hem of Special Week's pink inner layer, tugging it gently downward.
The saying "clothes make the person" was true. Take this outfit—it fully highlighted Special Week's special qualities.
"Don't tease me anymore, Trainer-san....." Special Week grabbed Lucian's wrist. "Does Trainer-san really like this outfit of mine?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I noticed you stealing lots of glances."
"Spe-chan's eyes are pretty sharp." Special Week moved his wrist as she held it, but he suddenly stroked her chin. "This outfit suits Spe-chan very well."
"And there's another reason." Special Week pulled his mischievous hand back on track again.
"What reason?"
"Trainer-san said it before... you like convenient clothes."
After saying that, she covered Lucian's lips once more.
...
Over the vast pasture, a wisp of crimson smoke froze in the sky—the lingering thread left after the sunset kissed the heavens.
"Hiss~" Lucian inhaled cool air, feeling his lips slightly swollen. That trace of crimson was the smoke condensed after he and Special Week kissed. "Spe-chan satisfied?"
Special Week shook her head. "Not yet."
She was buttoning her shirt.
A flash of white, faintly visible.
"Not satisfied yet?"
"Mm, tonight I'll sneak over to find Trainer-san." After buttoning her own, she thoughtfully straightened Lucian's clothes too.
"Spe-chan, you still haven't told me why you shook off my hand today."
"Because... Mom said girls can't be too forward, so I did that." Special Week directly sold out Tina, briefly recounting Tina's teachings.
From today's events, she had already realized that not being forward at all simply didn't suit her!
"Then why didn't Spe-chan listen to Mom in the end?"
"I just wanted to kiss Trainer-san. I didn't want to hold back!"
"Okay, okay, okay~" Lucian instinctively licked his lips, tugging the wound again. "Hiss~ But Spe-chan only thinks about her own happiness every time."
"Sorry... Trainer-san, I couldn't help it." Special Week wanted to say more but stopped. Looking at the scarlet on Lucian's lip, guilt surged inside her. "I.... I can make it up to Trainer-san."
"Make it up? How? I couldn't bear to kiss Spe-chan until she bleeds, whether it's Spe-chan's mouth or..."
Special Week covered Lucian's mouth, stopping him from continuing, and shouted shyly, "Anyway, anyway, I can make it up!"
Lucian seemed to understand something, but he had only left Tokai Teio a few days ago... and in a few more days, Silence Suzuka would be back.
He gazed melancholically at the sky. "Spe-chan, no need to compensate."
"But I want to compensate Trainer-san..."
"Alright, let's head back first. Tonight Spe-chan can tell me exactly how you talked with Mom." Lucian stood up and patted his pants.
"Oh oh." Special Week also felt it was getting late. But after standing, she suddenly froze. "Trainer-san, y-you just now... what did you call my mom?"
"'Mom,' what's wrong?"
If Mom is in the heart, the ends of the earth are next door.
"Nothing. Let's go quickly." Special Week smiled sweetly, stepped forward, and took Lucian's hand. "Home."