The petite girl, for her part, squeaked as she dropped to her feet once being unceremoniously let go of. In the same breath, Serika’s powerful, tanned legs wrapped around Quinlan’s waist while her arms locked behind his neck, fingers digging into his hair. He answered by grabbing twin handfuls of her perfectly sculpted butt, hauling her both higher and closer, pushing their bodies together.
Their mouths met. It was a battle, fire against storm.
That’s right; it wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim. A collision of two burning stars.
A wordless declaration: MINE!
Feng blinked.
Once.
Twice.
And then the full image of what was happening slammed into her like a lightning bolt to the skull.
“W-W-WHAAAAAAAAAT?!”
Her voice cracked, screeched, and echoed across the battlefield.
“Serika! You opportunistic slut! Get off my man!!”
She launched forward with her fists raised like a warrior charging into the jaws of a grand battle. Feng grabbed at Serika’s hips and pulled with all her might, but it was like trying to break apart fused stars.
Serika’s thighs were locked tight around Quinlan’s waist, her arms coiled around his neck like metal chains, and the fire-kissed warrior woman didn’t so much as flinch. In fact, she didn’t even realize that she was being pulled.
The Fire Sovereign was utterly consumed in what she was doing.
“Stop it, you hussy! I saw him first!!” Feng shrieked, yanking at Serika’s waist with all the desperation in the world.
But they didn’t stop.
In fact, Quinlan deepened the kiss with a low, hungry growl rumbling from his chest as his hands kneaded her firm, goddess-tier butt, fingers flexing possessively. Their lips and tongues moved in a rapid, devastating rhythm as if they were trying to consume each other like ravenous beasts.
It wasn’t a tender, serene kiss one might share with their first crush innocently.
No.
It was outright sinful; hot, claiming, unrelenting.
Serika gasped into his lips, her chest heaving as she melted into him. The power in her Still Heart didn’t protect the woman now, or perhaps she just unconsciously refused to let it do its intended job. Instead of calming her down, it burned with her, stoking every ember of desire she’d locked away behind years of pride and purpose.
Feng tugged with all the might her petite body could muster as she continued her cursing spree. “I religiously sunbathed even though I hate the sun! I did push-ups! Crunches! I tried to get some meat on my body but you just walk in with your thick thighs, your chiseled abs, and your damned tanned skin and… UGH!”
But as she struggled, her movements slowed.
Because deep down, Feng knew something else. Something incredibly important if she was serious about Quinlan and the future.
So the girl stopped her screeching and flailing.
Feng Jiai wasn’t dumb. She girl knew that annoying Quinlan by being a stuck-up, unwanted little nuisance in his side right now would only piss him off.
And she hated that. She refused to be that much of a sore loser. She would be a patient woman who played the long game instead of ruining everything with shortsightedness.
So she huffed, her arms falling uselessly to her sides.
Still, Serika didn’t even register her. The woman was in some kind of kiss-fueled trance, her body locked in harmony with Quinlan’s, the Still Heart clearly spiraling into some unconscious flow state she hadn’t planned for.
In fact, without even opening her eyes, Serika’s hand blindly reached down from around Quinlan’s neck and gave Feng a small, casual thumbs-up, acknowledging her like a friendly senior cheering on a junior in the battlefield of love.
Feng froze.
Her jaw dropped.
Then her entire face scrunched up in the cutest, most betrayed pout imaginable.
“You think this is over?” she hissed, cheeks puffed and fists clenched. “You might’ve won this round, but I’m not giving up! One day, I’ll make this arrogant guy fall for me! Even if it’s the last thing I do!”
Feng Jiai folded her arms with righteous indignation, but she refused to look away. Her eyes, wide and burning with resolve, locked on the scene before her. She memorized it—etched the entire unfairly sensual kiss into her brain. This was the mountain she had to climb. The obstacle she had to overcome.
Eventually—finally—the pair broke the kiss.
Reluctantly. Breathlessly. Serika’s face flushed a dangerous shade of red, lips swollen, legs still clinging to Quinlan’s hips like her life depended on it.
She pulled back just enough to stare into his eyes.
“I-I’m sorry…” she whispered, suddenly turning uncharacteristically timid. “I don’t know what came over me. That was… That was…”
Quinlan smirked, lifting a hand to tuck a loose strand of her gorgeous, fiery red hair behind her ear.
His voice was low and cocky, rich with masculine confidence as he declared, “Perfect.”
His eyes raked over her face, determined to etch the sight of this adorable woman into his memory. “Don’t apologize, Serika. I enjoyed it more than you probably realize.”
Then he leaned in, making his lips brush against her ear as he announced with a low whisper, “The Soul Record announcing my feat to the universe? Sure, that’s sweet… but kissing the most stunning woman in the world? Now that’s a real reward. The perfect cherry on top of a damn glorious day.”
Serika’s pupils dilated.
Her breath hitched.
Then her face went crimson.
Utterly, hopelessly crimson.
Her lips trembled out of control, and she snapped her head away, unable to continue staring this overly ravenous man in the eyes anymore. “What the hell is wrong with me…?” she mumbled under her breath, struggling to recognize her emotions.
Feng, still glaring, now looked at Serika like she was her sworn mortal rival in love and war.
Quinlan chuckled, resting a hand on Serika’s thigh to steady her as she finally, reluctantly unhooked her legs from around him.
Feng stuck out her tongue. Serika deliberately ignored the girl.
Then…
A sound.
Weak.
Shaky.
A choked sob, distant but sharp.
Their laughter faded. Their heat cooled.
All three froze.
There it was again. The kind of pain that didn’t belong in a moment like this.
Quinlan’s face turned grim.
Feng’s pout vanished, replaced by wide-eyed worry.
Serika gasped.
The joy of victory dissolved into silence.
And their gazes turned toward the sound.
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