Chapter 51: Emma’s Fantasy

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Emma’s Fantasy

Emma blinked once.

Then she started waving both hands frantically at the glowing purple panel as if it were a mosquito she could slap out of existence.

"What the fuck is this?! Did I get possessed by something because of that bastard?!"

Her face twisted into a deep frown. She turned her back on the panel, marched the two steps to the bed, and collapsed face-first onto the mattress with a muffled groan.

’Whatever. It’ll probably go away once I wake up.’

She stayed completely still for a long moment, breathing into the sheets and pretending she had already drifted off.

The room was quiet, save for the distant noise of the camp outside.

Eventually, curiosity won.

Emma slowly raised her head and peeked over her shoulder.

The panel was still there, floating patiently in the air.

Her gaze wandered over the words again before settling on the final few.

Her cheeks immediately began to heat up. "...Kiss... Michael?" she muttered under her breath.

Although the first part of the strange mission was certainly something she had never planned on doing, because why the fuck would she tell that bastard her deepest secrets? Secrets she couldn’t even tell her friends—which, admittedly, she didn’t have any—it was the final part that truly struck something deep inside her.

Perhaps it was because, unlike the first part, the second one was... somewhat doable.

She could kiss him.

The thought immediately made her face burn.

"Ah..." she muttered, covering her face with her palm. "What did I just think?!"

She hurriedly shook her head, as if she could physically throw the thought out of her mind. ’No, no, no. That’s not what I meant.’

Of course she could kiss him. It wasn’t some impossible task. It was just a kiss. A completely ordinary, meaningless kiss.

...So why the hell was her heart beating like she’d just been caught doing something embarrassing?

Emma buried her burning face in her hands. Slowly, she lowered them and stared intently at the system mission.

Her eyes lingered on the final words.

Slowly, without even realizing it, one of her fingers rose and pressed against her lower lip.

Her lips were soft beneath her fingertip, but she barely noticed the sensation. Her mind had already drifted elsewhere.

To Michael’s annoyingly smug face.

More specifically...

His lips.

Emma’s breathing grew uneven, and her eyes became slightly glassy as an unfamiliar thought slipped into her mind.

"He must be really good at that, right...?" Her cheeks burned hotter. "He’s a scumbag, after all..."

The moment the words left her mouth, Emma’s eyes widened.

She violently shook her head, sending her hair whipping across her cheeks. "No. No! I shouldn’t be thinking about something so crude!"

She grabbed the pillow and hugged it tightly against her chest, as if it could somehow suffocate the thought out of existence. "That’s... That’s the kind of thing sluts like that feline bitch would say."

She buried her burning face into the pillow. "...Why the hell am I even thinking about this?"

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, her arms spread out beside her. "I’ve definitely gone crazy... thinking about kissing a cheating bastard."

Yet the strange thought refused to leave.

Instead, an unfamiliar heat began pooling low in her belly before slowly creeping upward, making her head feel light. The purple panel drifted closer until it hovered directly above her face, its soft glow washing over her flushed features.

Without even realizing what she was doing, Emma’s knees parted slightly. The hem of her gown slipped higher, revealing the plain white panties underneath, and her milky thighs.

Her eyes flew wide when she noticed.

She immediately slammed both palms over her face, the heat rushing all the way up her neck and into her ears.

She bit her lower lip hard enough to draw a tiny bead of blood, desperately trying to suppress the strange feeling building inside her.

It wasn’t as though she had never touched herself before. She was a grown woman, after all.

But doing it while thinking about Michael...

That was different.

That was just fucking disgusting.

Yet even the sharp sting from her bitten lip couldn’t chase the thought away.

She imagined him kneeling over her on this very bed, pinning both her wrists above her head with one hand. His naturally deep voice, usually soft and teasing, turning rough as he ordered her to spread her legs for him.

Emma’s breath caught.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, her legs began to spread wider, as though her body were responding to the imagined command before her mind could stop it.

"Please..." she whimpered, her mind growing hazy. "Be gentle..."

She could almost feel the heavy, hot length of him resting against her soaked entrance. Could almost hear his deep voice close to her ear, teasing her about how badly she was reacting despite claiming to hate him.

Although Michael wasn’t actually there—although he wasn’t really whispering those shameless words to her—her lips still parted.

"...You’re the one making me so weird, you bastard..."

Her fingers moved on their own. She stared at them with wide, mortified eyes as two of them pressed firmly against her clit through the damp fabric.

A soft whimper escaped as she began rubbing up and down along her folds in a slow, rhythmic motion, shocked at how sensitive she already was.

Still half-lost in the fantasy, she hooked the crotch of her panties to the side. Cool air kissed skin that was anything but cool. Her pussy was sleek, lightly dusted with soft auburn hair, the lips already pink and glossy with arousal. Her fingertips hovered at the entrance, trembling.

She was just a second away from pushing those fingers inside when the door creaked open.

Emma’s legs snapped shut so fast the bedframe rattled.

She scrambled upright, yanking her gown back into place as her heart slammed against her ribs.

Raven stood in the doorway, one eyebrow raised as she took in the scene before her.

Her unusually perceptive golden eyes slowly swept over Emma—the damp forehead, tightly pressed thighs, flushed face, and slightly disheveled gown.

A mischievous giggle escaped her.

"Little sis... I didn’t know you had such hobbies." Raven’s smile turned wicked. "Did our husband leave you hanging that badly?"

Emma’s eyes narrowed, shooting Raven a glare that could have melted steel, though the effect was somewhat ruined by how red her face still was. "What did you just—?! You think I’m some loose slut like you?"

Raven merely shrugged as she stepped inside and shut the door with her heel. "I’ll have you know, I’ve only ever been with one man in my life, and I don’t plan on having another."

She flopped onto the large bed on her back and stared at the ceiling for a moment before propping herself up on her elbows. Her golden eyes openly studied Emma’s disheveled state.

"Honestly, I would’ve told you to hurry up before someone else takes your spot..." Her lips curled into an amused smile. "But knowing Michael, he won’t push you into anything if you aren’t ready."

Emma’s lips pressed into a thin line. "What do you mean by that?"

Her voice had suddenly turned cold, far more serious than before.

She stood and began smoothing down her gown with sharp, irritated motions.

"I won’t deny that I had a momentary lapse in judgment. Maybe the thought that we might die in that tower got to my head." She shot Raven a sharp look. "But I’ll tell you right now, I definitely do not like Michael."

Raven’s smile faded slightly.

"So whatever the hell this thing is..." she continued, gesturing dismissively around the room, "that you and his so-called women have going on, you can enjoy it to your heart’s content. I want absolutely nothing to do with it."

Her eyes narrowed. "Because I will never be part of your pathetic little community play. Not now. Not ever."

With that, Emma turned on her heel, strode toward the door, yanked it open, and slammed it shut behind.

Raven stared at the closed door for a moment before her lips slowly curled upward again. "Sure you won’t."

She shook her head, a small, resigned smile tugging at her lips. "Looks like I’ll have to wait a little longer before getting another sister."

She sat up, ran her tongue lightly across her lower lip, and stretched lazily. "Come to think of it..."

Her golden eyes gleamed with sudden mischief. "I’m feeling pretty horny."

With a graceful little hop, she landed on the floor, her tail flicking behind her. "Okay~ Time to find that scumbag boyfriend of mine."