Yuffie: "It really does solve my problems, though."
Yuffie and Lynn looked at each other. In the end, Yuffie was the first to look away.
The princess, with her exceptional bearing, cool elegance, porcelain skin, and a hint of melancholy in her eyes, now had both arms seized and raised high above her head.
A handsome, imposing man with a resolute gaze and a military uniform leaned in close. His long, white-gloved hand easily cupped Yuffie's cheek, holding her chin.
The Empire's flower, who should have been able to cow ten thousand people with a single glance and was beyond reproach, now let him toy with her without the slightest resistance.
Her eyes glistened. On her face, as lovely as peach blossoms and as cold as frost, a faint blush had appeared, like scattered petals of red.
Lynn gave an amused smile and said no more. Instead, he claimed those lips no one dared approach, invading her mouth. His large hands easily undid her once-neat, imposing uniform and her simple female mage's outfit, which looked a little like a school uniform. Yuffie's cape had already fallen away.
Lynn's left hand felt Yuffie's smooth, cool hands growing limp and weak. His knee pressed against her black-stockinged thigh, feeling her wriggle. Her crossed legs clamped tightly together. His right hand, which had been around her waist, shifted to support her from behind as her slender waist went soft and weak.
"How could..." The moment her mouth was free, Yuffie's cool voice immediately acquired a soft, distinctly feminine, almost coy lilt.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a broad, exquisitely sculpted, pale chest, perfect as though crafted by the finest master artisan. At some point, the curtains had been drawn, and the room had been enchanted to block sound and light. Only