Actually... You Can Be a Little Naughtier

"I want to go home!"

Mirajane buried her face in Jiang Bai, her voice muffled and trembling with tears, as if she were being pleading.

"Go home? Great!"

Jiang Bai's smile deepened.

He scooped up the sobbing girl in his arms and, amidst the tacit cheers of the guild members, teleported back to his room.

The room was quiet, and moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a silvery frost on the floor.

Jiang Bai had just put Mirajane on the ground and hadn't even had a chance to say anything yet.

The girl in his arms suddenly raised her head.

Those eyes, which had just been brimming with tears, were now glistening with moisture, yet they carried an undeniable air of authority.

The next second, Jiang Bai felt a sudden, unexpected force, and he fell backward, sinking heavily into the soft bed behind him.

Mirajane followed closely behind, closing in on him.

She straddled him, her hands on either side of his chest, looking down at him.

The new dress she wore while shopping accentuated her perfect curves, and her long white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, a few strands playfully brushing against Jiang Bai's cheeks, causing a slight tickle.

The lights were off, but the moonlight was bright enough.

Jiang Bai could clearly see the expression on her face.

That gentle, saintly smile has vanished, replaced by a cunning smile that is both aggressive and provocative.

Jiang Bai seemed to see Mirajane again, many years ago, the one feared by everyone in the guild and known as the "Demon."

However, at this moment, the "Demon" only bared its fangs at him.

"Xiao Bai..."

Mirajane leaned down, his warm breath brushing against his ear, his voice husky and alluring.

You touched me deeply tonight.

Without waiting for Jiang Bai's reply, she pressed her burning lips directly against his.

This kiss was completely different from her usual light, fleeting kisses; it was forceful and almost predatory.

Jiang Bai did not resist. Instead, he raised his hand, cupped the back of her head, and deepened the kiss.

As their lips and teeth intertwined, the fabric of their clothes rustled and rubbed together.

The two were like two wild beasts tearing at each other yet comforting each other, venting their surging emotions in the most primal way.

After an unknown amount of time, Mirajane finally raised her head, slightly out of breath.

Her dress had been pulled down to her waist, leaving only a black lace lingerie set, which looked even more alluring in the cool moonlight.

She licked her slightly swollen lips, her azure eyes fixed intently on Jiang Bai.

"Xiao Bai, am I pretty?"

What do you think?

Jiang Bai's voice was also a little hoarse. He reached out and gently traced his fingertips across her flat stomach, sending a shiver down his spine.

This answer clearly pleased Mirajane.

The smile in her eyes deepened, as if she had suddenly remembered something.

"Bring out the cake we bought this morning."

"Huh?" Jiang Bai was a little confused, but still did as instructed.

The thought flashed through my mind, and there it was on the bedside table: the beautifully packaged strawberry cake box.

Mirajane turned to the side, opened the box, and scooped up a small piece of white cream with her finger.

Then, under Jiang Bai's increasingly amused gaze, she slowly and deliberately applied the cream to her smooth, rounded shoulders.

The fair skin paired with pure white cream exudes a decadent yet sacred beauty under the moonlight.

That cream is way too much for my shoulders.

Jiang Bai immediately understood her intention, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Mirajane tilted her head, brought her cream-smeared shoulder close to his face, and gently licked her fingertips with her tongue, taking away the last trace of sweetness.

Would you like to try some?

"What a little devil!"

Jiang Bai chuckled and reached out to pinch her cheek.

"Don't you like it?" Mirajane blinked, her tone carrying a dangerous provocation.

Jiang Bai flipped over and instantly regained the initiative, pinning her beneath him.

He lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, their hot breaths mingling.

"No,"

He looked into her expectant eyes and said, word by word,

"Actually... you could be even worse."

Mirajane paused for a moment, then burst into a silvery laugh.

Laughter echoed in the room, swallowed up by the heavy curtains.

A night of passion.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

Jiang Bai slowly opened his eyes, instinctively wanting to stretch, but found his arm was being held down by something.

He looked down and saw Mirajane curled up in his arms, fast asleep, like a docile kitten.

One of her arms was still wrapped around his chest in a domineering manner, while the fingers of her other hand unconsciously gripped the hem of his clothes.

A satisfied smile played on her lips, which were slightly red and swollen from the previous night's frenzy.

Looking at her completely unguarded sleeping face, Jiang Bai felt his heart melt.

He carefully withdrew his arm, bent down, and gently placed a kiss on her smooth forehead.

Seemingly sensing his movement, Mirajane's long eyelashes trembled, she let out a muffled murmur in her sleep, snuggled closer to him, and found a more comfortable position to continue sleeping.

Jiang Bai chuckled and shook his head, not wanting to disturb her any further. He quietly got out of bed and dressed.

When the two of them finished getting ready and arrived at the guild hall hand in hand, they were greeted not by the usual morning tranquility, but by a deafening Roar.

"I disagree! I absolutely disagree!"

Natsu, like an enraged bull, was roaring at Makarov, his body radiating sparks.

"Why?! That bastard destroyed our guild! And he hurt Levy and the others! Why should we let him join?!"

In the center of the guild hall, a black-haired man with a fierce appearance and covered in iron nails leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, eyes closed, ignoring Natsu's Roar.

It was none other than Gajeel Retfox, the former ace of the Phantom Lord Iron Dragon Slayer.

Not far away, Juvia was watching them with a worried expression, wanting to offer advice but not daring to approach.

"Jiang Bai, you've arrived."

As soon as Jiang Bai entered the room, he saw Natsu rushing over as if he had found a savior.

"You be the judge! It's one thing for the old man to let Juvia into the guild, since she didn't do anything to the guild. But that Ironhide bastard! He's our enemy!"

Jiang Bai glanced at Gajeel by the pillar, then at Natsu was so angry he was about to explode.

"Natsu, what are you yelling about again?"

Jiang Bai yawned. He had exhausted himself last night and just wanted to find a place to rest.

"Alright, you've been arguing for ages!"

Makarov jumped off the bar, put his hands on his hips, and walked up to Natsu.

"He was just following the former chairman's orders; it wasn't his own intention."

Makarov sighed and said earnestly,

"Furthermore, with Juvia and Gajeel joining us, our guild's strength has increased considerably, hasn't it?"

"This is also a good thing for us when facing even stronger enemies in the future."

As he spoke, Makarov glanced at Jiang Bai, who had just walked in, his eyes seeming to say, "You brat, get rid of this trouble for me."

"You brat, say something!"

Makarov knew that as long as Jiang Bai nodded, even if the younger generation in the guild had some objections, they would definitely not have any further objections.

Jiang Bai's authority in their hearts has even surpassed that of the association president himself.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Bai.

Natsu looked on expectantly, hoping Jiang Bai would stand by his side.

Gajeel, who was leaning against the pillar, finally opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Bai with a complicated expression.

Jiang Bai scratched his head, a "no big deal" expression on his face.

What are you saying?

He walked over and slapped Natsu on the back of the head, not hard, but enough to shut him up.

"Since you've already agreed, then let's join."

Jiang Bai glanced at Gajeel, a playful smile curving his lips.

"Anyway, I already beat him up back then, didn't I?"