As I ventured deeper into the mansion,
the Western-style hallways suddenly gave way to a quiet Japanese room.
Soft lantern light spilled across the tatami floor,
carrying with it the faint scent of blooming flowers.
When I slid the door open,
a woman in a lilac kimono sat gracefully in seiza.
Her shoulder was slightly exposed,
revealing a smooth, elegant collarbone that caught the warm glow of the lanterns.
(…W-Wow.
She’s… incredibly beautiful. And really, really sexy.)
I swallowed without meaning to.
She looked up at me with a gentle smile—
a smile so warm it seemed to melt the tension in the air—
and she slowly extended her hand toward me.
Elina:“…Did you lose your way, dear?”
Her voice was gentle—almost maternal—
yet there was a subtle, alluring warmth beneath every word.
Elina:“It’s all right.
I’ll keep you safe.”
A soft heat spread through my chest at her reassurance.
But at the same time,
there was something in her smile…
a glimmer of emotion I couldn’t quite place.
The more her kindness wrapped around me,
the harder it became to breathe—
as if I were being drawn toward something
I shouldn’t touch,
yet couldn’t pull away from.
And she simply smiled,
quietly accepting that contradiction
as if she understood everything.
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