My half-blood lady.

Although they had kissed many times before, Daphne still wasn't used to it.

No matter how much she tried to retract her tongue into the corner, Edith would always quickly capture it. Then, with a skilled and ambiguous entanglement, the half-blood girl would be left with no room to resist. Her mind would go blank, unable to think, and her delicate body, tingling with pleasure, would be at the mercy of the other.

After several deep kisses, Edith turned Daphne into a limp little fool. She slowly peeled off the complicated dress on Daphne's body. "I almost died. If I had died, I wouldn't be able to kiss my little cutie, and there would be no chance to go further."

"Woo... no... " Daphne only had the strength to gasp, but she still instinctively resisted.

Edith showed a displeased expression. "Don't say no to me."

She held down Daphne's hands again and kissed her fiercely once more, like a predator hunting its prey.

There was no sweetness or tenderness, just pure aggression and taking. Tears welled up in the half-blood girl's emerald eyes, and her gaze gradually became blurred and distracted during the deep kiss.

It was not until her limbs were completely limp and the girl's two small feet wrapped in white silk stockings stopped struggling that Edith finally let go.

The overwhelmed Daphne could only pant softly, like a fish that had been out of the water for a long time and was finally put back, desperately craving the long-lost fresh air.

Edith finally completely removed the dress from Daphne's body. The snow-white silk was scattered beneath her, embellishing the half-blood girl's fragility and attractiveness along with her silvery hair.

Her snow-white skin was more delicate and soft than the most expensive silk. Even in the dim room, it exuded a faint, glistening sheen. There wasn't a single flaw on her firm and flat abdomen. It was as delicate as jade, like a perfect sculpture.

Although it wasn't the first time seeing it, Edith couldn't help but pause for a moment to admire this art-like existence every time. The adjective "beautiful" was beyond dispute when it came to the girl.

The white silk pantyhose were as thin as cicada wings and had almost no covering function.

"I was a bit curious last time. What on earth is this here?" Edith straddled Daphne's thighs. "In this place? How did you put it on?"

Edith let out a light laugh and then asked, "Little cutie, can I take a look?"

Daphne, who had been dazed just now, suddenly woke up. Her little face turned bright red, and she shook her head desperately. "No! No way! Absolutely not!"

She knew this day would come sooner or later, but she never expected it to be so soon. Daphne was in despair.

She would definitely be regarded as a pervert. It was so embarrassing and humiliating.

"I've said it. Don't say no to me." Edith asked that on purpose.

She leaned down again and bit Daphne's lips. Her soft, golden curls flowed like waves over her shoulders and onto Daphne's body. The sweet aroma of tulips dispelled Daphne's last bit of thought.

"Every time you refute me in the future, I'll kiss you like this, turning you into a little fool who can only beg me for kisses." Edith threatened briefly as she let go, and then she continued with the deep kiss.

Daphne, almost unconscious, had no defense at all.

Edith was stunned for a moment before she let go of her hand. She stopped kissing and sat up.

"No, it can't be... Is it actually... " Edith's cheeks turned pink as she realized.

...

By the ray of moonlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains, Edith leaned over to carefully observe the orb that glowed with a faint, dreamy luster.

"Not yet, Sister Edith? I'm so shy... I... " Daphne stood upright by the window. Not allowed to cover her body with her hands, she could only cover her blushing and burning face. "Woo woo woo... so embarrassing... "

"It's nothing. Isn't it so cute?" Edith gave a mischievous smile and then blew gently, making Daphne shiver all over. "You said it's a magic item. You didn't put it on voluntarily, right?"

"Woo... " Daphne really didn't dare to meet Edith's gaze. She blushed and glanced to the side.

"I have an idea. Don't move here." Edith's eyes lit up. She left Daphne where she was and turned to rummage through something in the small cabinet by the bedside.

Daphne had a bad feeling, but she had no way to disobey Edith's order and could only stand there obediently waiting.

The sound of the bell was clear. Edith came back to Daphne with a white silk ribbon. Daphne clearly saw a small silver bell hanging from each end of the ribbon.

"Wha... What does this mean?" Daphne was on the verge of crying.

"Of course, to tie a bow." Edith tilted her head slightly, and her smile was extremely sweet in the moonlight.