#mlqc fluff

[yourssinfullyquiche]

Morning

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 SMUT SMUT SMUT— This is an NSFW drabble Hope you enjoy~

The voice he uses when he wakes me. Husky and low. Sometimes it’s due to tiredness, lack of sleep, and work. Other times—most of the time, it’s the knowledge that my body tingles with goosebumps when I hear it close to the shell of my ear.

“Morning…,” he exhales softly against my ear that it tickles. The rough layers reverberate through me, fluttering around in my lower belly. The breath I take in is quick to calm my beating heart yet it is futile when his hand languidly traces the band of my panties over my cream nightgown. The hem has ridden up to my thigh and this does not go unnoticed by officer Gavin’s keen eyes. 

My voice comes out lazily. “Mmm morning.” The band stretches and smacks lightly on my hips as his fingers play with it. I bite the inside of my mouth, guide his naughty hand to my soaking pussy that awaits his fingers and the moan that escapes me is immediate when his fingers slip in and come into contact with the bud of nerves. 

It’s aching when one finger slips in, followed by another. They move without hesitation, those nimble fingers. My toes curl inwards, soft moans of his name escape my lips. Then I feel it, his hardened cock grinding against me, the quivering sighs teasing my ear knowing full well how it shoots sparks straight to my core, that it only serves to make me more hot and wet. 

My body’s on fire and it coils further and further into a tight knot desperately waiting for the inevitable snap that would release me into oblivion. “Almost there,” he whispers as he adds another finger. His lips rest on my temple leaving a few kisses. The couple of moans I let out are the only response he gets. His fingers are unrelenting in their mission, slamming in and out, teasing the bud of nerves—the friction as he rolls his cock to my ass makes me see stars. 

“Ga-gavin...” In my fogged out brains the squelching sounds register—it’s erotic and like a moth drawn to a flame my body responds to it, making me moan louder. The way I am right now—naked, vulnerable, an incoherent mess and on the verge of falling apart, it’s only for his eyes. I aimlessly find something to grip as I near the breaking point, the bedsheet is my victim but it slips away easily. Almost instantly, Gavin’s idle hand envelopes mine, our fingers fill the spaces between. 

“Thank y-ahhhh!” I grip onto his hand as I reach the blinding crest and feel my whole body tremble with overwhelming relief and satisfaction. It takes moments for my body to come down from the high, moments where I’m breathing hard, where Gavin licks his fingers clean, showers me with kisses everywhere he lays his lips on, runs his fingers through my hair with praises from his lips.

I turn to face him, meet his lips in a deep kiss. My hand travels to the obvious bulge, I don’t need to see to know what the dampness means. He shudders with a groan, eyes darting to mine and away from them in a second, hand on my hips bunching the fabric of my nightgown. And of course a red hue dusts his skin, ears in its wonted heavy colour. 

“It’s your turn,” I say softly. He puts his hand over mine, shaking his head. “It’s okay. You have to get ready for work,” he pats my bottom prompting me to leave the bed. Leave him alone as he takes care of himself. Who’s he fooling?

I push his hand away, look into his whiskey eyes that are clearly dilated and hungry and decide I won’t let him deny me the bliss I feel when I satiate his needs. I grip his clothed cock a little harshly and look directly at him when he moans. 

“You want me?”

He starts and swallows, blushes deeper and then nods, dark whiskey eyes never leaving mine. “Answer me,” I move to his jaw and pepper it with kisses. 

“Yes,” Gavin says, his voice tight. 

The kiss is hard and sloppy as my hand slips into his boxer and hold his aching cock.

“Then let me take care of you…”

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A/N: Thank you for reading❤️

It's been far too long people. I've been busy with college, exams, results and the aftermath of being plunged into "the world." I just graduated and am in the midst of finding a job. It's tough and I've been adjusting to this new normal. So, I haven't had the mood to sit down and let my writing juices flow. But I'm working on something and this is part 1 of a smut series.

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[multifandom-worlds]

An Office Redecoration

Genre: Pure fluff, baby!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: N/A

Author's note: I almost didn't finish this in time for Victor's birthday, but I did! A little self-indulgent fic for my first muse's birthday. Happy Birthday, Victor! Tagging: @darlingdummycassandra/@darling-dummy-blogs, @otome-and-fanfiction

It takes a lot of convincing for Victor to attend a lunch meeting; it took even more to convince him to participate in a lunch meeting on his birthday, no less. Reluctantly, Victor agreed, leaving his office empty for 3 hours—just enough time for Nicole to come in and redecorate for his birthday. Something she enjoyed doing every time this particular day came around. 

Before they got together, Victor rarely celebrated his birthday - it was just another day to him, nothing special about getting older. Now, she makes it a point to make a big deal about it, to celebrate him and show him that he is worthy of celebrating the day. Today, she planned to decorate his office when he returns, complete with a red velvet cake she baked herself and presents - some homemade, most bought. 

She was on her way to his office when she saw him coming out of the elevator. “Hey you, where are you off to?” 

Victor faintly smiles, quite happy to see her, before walking over to her and kissing her gently. “I have a meeting I need to attend, which unfortunately means we’re going to have to reschedule our lunch, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” 

Nicole frowns, pretending as if she didn’t already know. “Oh no, that’s okay, my love. We can just have a dinner date when you've finished work. You should get going, can’t have Mr. Punctual running late.” 

Victor lets out a chuckle before he gives her one last peck on the cheek before he heads out the main doors, leaving her alone. She texts her friends Violet and Cassie that the coast is clear and to come on in with the rest of the belongings. Nicole hops into the elevator, intending to meet her friends in his office. Also, because she has a key, she can unlock it.

Cassie and Violet get up to his office after 5 minutes, decorations and presents in hand, ready to transform his borning, minimalist office into a colourscape of decorations. Placing everything in a giant pile on his desk, the three girls set to work, Nicole decorating his desk, Violet standing on the couch to hang streamers from the ceiling, and Cassie ensuring the table was set up and organized with the gifts and cake. They talked, laughed, and often wasted time, making a task that should have only taken them 2 hours at most take them over 3 hours. 

The sound of Victor clearing his throat caused the girls to jump. The 3 of them turn and look at him sheepishly, waiting for the verbal whipping they are about to receive. “And what do you 3 think you are doing?”

“It was Nik’s idea! I swear!” Cassie says, quickly hiding behind Nicole while Violet tries to sneak out behind Victor while he is distracted. “She wanted to do something special! She paid me to do it!” 

“Thanks for throwing me under the bus, woman!” Nicole chuckles, walking over to her husband and placing a hand on his chest. “I wanted to do something special for your birthday; Vi and Cassie were more than willing to lend a hand and help me celebrate you. They even got you a few things. Let them all easy; it was my idea.” 

“Yeah! Listen to your wife! Let us off easy, or I’m taking my gift back!” Violet says from the door. Victor turns to her, levelling her with his gaze. She squeaks before dashing out of the room, Cassie hot on her heels. “Love you, Nikki! If you’re still alive, text me later!” Violet calls from down the hall.

Nicole rolls her eyes before looking back at Victor, getting a read of him. “They really are innocent; this whole thing was my idea, love. Including the lunch meeting, I’m sorry, I just wanted to surprise you.”

Victor scans the room, looking at the carefully made decorations, the photos of them together lining his desk, and the 35 gifts all placed on the table and floor in the corner. “You didn’t have to do this for me, darling.” He says, regarding her again with a soft look in his eyes. She always found a way to make him feel loved. 

“Both Cassie and Violet got you a couple of things, too, as a thank you for everything you’ve done for them. Although they never asked me, so lord only knows what they gave you.” Nicole laughs before walking over to the table and pouring Victor a drink. “As annoying as they can be, they both love you.”

Victor follows her, taking the drink from her hand and looking at the wide assortment of gifts before him before picking up a small, unassuming bag. “Text them to come back; they helped you; they should be here to celebrate, too. Plus, I’m going to need someone to clean up with. I’m dealing with your ass.” He chuckles, taking a sip. 

It didn’t take long before Violet and Cassie were back in his office, drinks in their hand, sitting on the couch as Victor began opening his gifts, grabbing the same unassuming bag from before. “That looks like Violet’s handwriting.” he chuckles before opening it, seeing a lump of black fabric at the bottom. Further inspection reveals it's an apron that reads Mr. Good Looking is Cooking.

Victor looks at her as she fights the urge to contain her laughter. “You need to wear that the next time we are over for dinner! It’ll be so good!” 

Victor rolls his eyes before reaching for another gift, a small package with Cassie’s name on it. He opens it to see several regular, sophisticated-looking ties until he reaches the last one. Pulling it out, he holds up a tie adorned with several different cat faces. Cassie points to one particularly grumpy-looking cat, “Look! It’s Victor!” Cassie laughs before pointing out the other cats. “The cute fluffy little kitten is me; Violet is the orange cat, and Nikki is the sophisticated-looking cat!’ 

Victor glares at her while she smiles innocently. “This is why you’re the grumpy cat, Victor!” She whines, hiding behind Nicole. 

“You two are menaces, you know that?” Victor groans before letting out a small chuckle. They may be menaces, but he really did appreciate their gifts. He opens one of Nicole’s gifts next, hoping it isn’t something ridiculous but not putting it past her. “Tie clips and cuff links, thank you, my love.” Victor smiles, placing them down beside him. 

***

Hours pass, the cake devoured and all the gifts are unwrapped, save for 2 - a bottle of whisky from Cassie, more ties from Violet, as well as some Shiba Inu plushies from her as well. All 3 of them got him cooking-related items or something food-related. His wife gave him a subscription to a whisky club plus new whisky glasses to go with it, a new leather wallet, and a few more odds and ends. 

The two remaining gifts wait on the table as Victor and Nicole say goodbye to Violet and Cassie, shutting the door after they leave.  “Why did you want me to save those two for after they’re gone, darling?” Victor asks, walking her back to the couch and taking the two gifts off the table as he goes by. 

“Those two are quite special; I wanted to get your genuine reaction, not your measured ones with the others here.” She smiles, watching as he tears open the smaller of the two, revealing a silver and black Rolex Sky-Dweller watch. 

“Baby…this is beautiful. I love it so much. Thank you.” He says, pulling her in for a kiss. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. “You’ve been so good to me this year, my love. I don’t know how to thank you.” 

“There’s still one more, darling. This is my favourite gift, actually.” She hands him the last gift, her hands trembling slightly with nervous anticipation. Victor carefully opens it, revealing a black leather-bound book. Opening the front cover, he’s greeted with the photo they took on their first date. Flipping through the pages, pictures of them together at events, photos from dates, and even a few of their wedding photos line the pages. 

Victor’s eyes well with tears, looking at the memories and sweet little notes and drawings she added. “I…don’t know what to say, my love. I think this is the best gift I have ever received. I love you so much it hurts. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a perfect wife, but you made my birthday so special. I am never going to forget this day. Thank you.”

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[darling-dummy-blogs]

My Most Beautiful Treasure- Victor Li

Summary: Nicole’s birthday is around the corner and Victor has prepared several surprises for his beloved wife on her special day 

Genre: Fluff/Slightly Suggestive

Word Count: 1.3k

Notes: 

Happy (belated) birthday beautiful! @multifandom-worlds

Thank you for being a part of my life and putting up with all my crazy ideas and silliness! I love you and I hope you have a fantastic birthday just as fantastic as you are! <3

This will be told in Victor's POV

Enjoy ~ 

"Where are you taking me, Victor?? Why do I have to keep my eyes closed?" She asked for what seemed like the third or fourth time that day as she kept her eyes like I had asked her to. 

I let out a soft chuckle, guiding her carefully towards the door. "Have patience, my sweet. You'll find out soon enough." Was all I told her as I let go of her hand to unlock the door using my key.

Today was a special day. A day I hold dear to my heart. It was my darling wife's birthday. A day I grew to love almost just as much as I love her. 

Nicole was never one to celebrate her birthday, to her it was just another average day. Nothing overly special. However I wasn't inclined to let that remain that way. Every year from the moment we met I've marked that special date as the day to spoil and cherish her endlessly. 

More so than I already do now, which she still hates me doing even after all the years we've been together. 

Today just so happened to be that special day and I had made plans to make sure it was a birthday she would never forget. Everything had gone smoothly from the start. 

I had taken the day off of work to make breakfast for her in bed. We spent the entire morning enjoying each other's company from the comfort of our bed and watched several of Nicole's favorite shows and movies. 

I took her out to lunch at her favorite cafe once the afternoon rolled around and shortly after we went to the mall to do some shopping. 

Everything she took interest in for more than several seconds was purchased much to her dismay saying she didn't need it. 

What she thinks I don't know is that I knew the beautiful smile on her face only grew wider with every item I bought for her. Oh how I loved seeing that beautiful smile… 

After shopping we spent the rest of the day being with each other doing anything and everything she wanted to do and I have never seen her look so happy. I'm forever grateful to get to see it. I wanted to always see her smile and hear that beautiful laugh. 

Everything was perfect. She was perfect. And I couldn't be happier to call her my wife. 

After a wonderful day, it was time for dinner   and all I had told her was she needed to be dressed up and to keep her eyes closed once we were on the road. 

Much to her dismay yet again, she was as cautious and curious as ever, eager to know just what I was planning. I was taking her to my restaurant–-Souvenir where a delicious meal (of all her favorite foods) was waiting for her. And as well as the gift I had gotten her months in advance. 

I opened the door before taking her hand once again leading her inside, making sure to close and lock the door behind her before bringing her down the hall towards the dining room. 

"But I really want to know! You've told me to keep my eyes closed for so long!" She whined slightly but still willingly following my steps. 

I let out a soft laugh, stopping once we arrived at the dining room where the room was decorated according to how I wanted it. Dimly lit with candles, balloons and streamers in all of her favorite colors scattered throughout the room, her gifts she received not just from me but from my sister and Nicole's close friends on one table off to the side. 

The main table with all the delicious foods laid out hot and ready to be eaten with a large bouquet of her favorite flowers; cherry blossoms and red roses as the main centerpiece of it all. 

I smiled at the sight, proud of the work that was put into this place while we were gone all day. Making a mental note to thank my sister Cassie and Nicole's friends for helping set it all up for me while I was out spoiling my wife. 

Turning to my wife, I pulled her into a soft kiss, instantly stopping her from complaining as she reciprocated the kiss, leaning in closer. 

Once I pulled away from the kiss, I softly whispered with a soft smile ghosting my lips as her cheeks were flushed "You can open your eyes now, my love." 

Once she opened her eyes, she looked at me, before looking around the room, gasping as she noticed all the decorations and food. 

"Oh my gosh… Victor, did you do all of this..? When did you.." She trailed off as she looked around, still shocked as she took it all in.

I chuckled softly, "I had a bit of help from my sister and your friends. They were the ones who helped decorate the place. Cassie helped me with making the food.. I wanted to surprise you with dinner at Souvenir… Do you like it..?" 

"Like it..? I-I love it!" She exclaims with a  smile, turning towards me, fresh tears in her eyes. "Thank you my love. This is absolutely beautiful. You've spoiled me so much today.. I don't know what I did to deserve it." 

I smile, snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her into my arms as I softly kiss her forehead. "Existing. You deserve it for existing.. And for being a part of my life. You're the reason I wake up every morning with a smile on my face. You're the reason I'm a better man… I love you more than words can say, Nicole. I just wanted you to know how special you are to me and how important this day will always be to me. Because you're special. You're everything to me." I softly wiped at the tears that slipped down her cheeks. 

She was at a loss for words, but the ever growing smile on her beautiful lips says all the words for her. She cups my face into her hands, pulling me into a deep kiss. One of which I don't hesitate to reciprocate. I pulled her closer to me as I deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaping her as our tongues colliding once I was given access to her mouth 

I nearly lost all train of thought as the kiss grew more and more heated. Gripping onto her tighter I slowly pulled away, breathlessly chuckling, a grin on my lips. "As much as I would love to do more of that. We still have dinner to get through my love. I am your final gift for the night so more of that will come when we get home." 

She blushes, the beautiful shade of red coating her soft skin. "R-right.." She giggles slightly. 

I softly let go of her to pull out a small box from my jacket pocket. "Before that thought, here's another gift from me that I got you. It's… something you've had your eye on for quite some time now so I hope you like it." I handed her the small box. 

She takes it, chuckling slightly, "Another gift, Mr. Li?" She teased as she opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring with a black onyx gem in the shape of a teardrop in the center surrounded by smaller diamond gems along the sides of the sterling silver band. Each gem shining brightly within the dimly lit room. Once again she let out a gasp. 

"Victor.. Oh my god you didn't… This is absolutely gorgeous, how..how did you know I wanted this..?" 

"I saw you look at it on your phone several times in the past few months, sweetheart. It wasn't that hard to find it and I even got the matching ring as well." I smile, holding up my hand which has the matching ring, resting on my ring finger.

She smiles, pulling me into a hug, "T-Thank you, my love. I love you so much." 

I kiss her forehead, "I love you more, babygirl. Happy birthday, my most beautiful treasure." 

❤

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[night-chant]

MLQC Scenario - Hidden Talent

If I miraculously and accurately linked your actual hobby with your favourite dude, how??--- I-I mean, yes it was on purpose of course! (I didn’t even get mine right XD)

Featuring: MLQC Guys + reader

Synopsis: You have a great passion for your favourite pastime, but for some reason, you’re too shy to let anyone know about it but then he finds out on his own.

Warning: Fluff (except Victor’s??)

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Victor:

Creative writing

Sometimes poetry but often, creative writing since you loved spending time working on your historical romance novel. You never showed it to anyone, in fear that it would be ridiculed for any cliché use that you cherished.

At first, Victor assumed you were just writing a report on your laptop but sometimes, your eyes would light up as you eagerly typed out multiple sentences.

Did you find your report on Miracle Finder’s plummeting ratings that entertaining to analyze?

“How’s the progress?” he asked from behind and you hastily flipped the computer shut.

“Okay, I guess.” The light in your eyes instantly vanished.

Huh. He should’ve known. “The deadline is in two days. Did I give you too much time to spare?” When you didn’t answer, he went on: “What are you writing?”

“You’re going to say it’s stupid.”

“If you expect me to say that everytime a dummy does something, I’d lose my voice already. I only say if it is truly disastrous. Let’s see it.”

You reluctantly handed the laptop over. You started a couple of pages on chapter 18, but you expected he’d glance at the first few lines and turn back to you. Instead, he took a few minutes, perusing with a blank scowl.  

Any hope shattered when he started pointing out all the grammatical errors and that the plot so far isn’t logical. Your face felt hot. He was treating even your story as a report.

“The girl should’ve told him the truth in the very beginning,” Victor said, “so none of this mess would happen.”

Your blood was boiling. What, now he’s the CEO of some publishing company?? “Yeah, well, maybe he’d just call her a dummy and dismiss what she says like he always does!”

. . .

Victor would turn and leave with your laptop. Starting from page one, he would read each dialogue and analyze the characters more carefully.

You two will not end up like that couple. Not if he could help it.

Lucien:

Painting

You enjoy nature, especially animals and landscapes.

Sometimes, Lucien and you took a stroll around the forest by the Loveland University so you could get some real-life references.

No matter how vibrant the pigments were, they never drew Lucien’s attention away from you and your concentrated scowl and the slight peek of your tongue as you carefully painted an arc for the branch of a willow tree.

“They don’t look right,” you mumbled, breaking his trance. “But I’m not sure why.”

“Your hand is shaking,” he said, reaching out. “Here, I’ll hold it still for you.”

Maybe it’s because you were embarrassed that you didn’t realize the issue before or maybe because he was leaning very close, but your hands were shaking even more.

However, with gentle guidance, the branches you drew together were natural and lovely, interlaced with one another just like your hands.

Kiro:

Dancing ft. singing

If the rhythm is inspiring or if it’s just your favourite song, you’d probably be in an imaginary music video in the next moment. (Of course, when you were alone.)

Back to reality, it was Kiro who dances but he usually sings more in his performances in concerts.

He didn’t expect you to be a dancer too.

Kiro came home earlier than usual one day. Savin had let him go ONLY because he wasn’t acting too rebellious that day.

Before Kiro even opens the front door, he heard blaring music, almost reverberating off the wall.

His approaching footsteps were completely muted and a familiar voice was singing both parts of a duet song. Then after, an eerily familiar song . . .

You didn’t notice him as you were dancing away to his latest single.

But when you do, all you wanted was to hide in a closet.

But he thought Miss Chips was adorable and gushed about your accurate choreography.

You both probably ended up dancing to Kpop or Disney songs.

Gavin:

Knitting and needlework

Your mother taught you the basics, but you loved the activity so much that you made your own small, simple projects.

Sometimes, Gavin returns from missions with torn clothes and you were always willing to sew them up again if possible.

He finds your talent in knitting very intriguing, how your fingers and yarn and needles danced around one and another like hummingbirds.

Subconsciously, he thinks about the future, when you two would be older and when you would be making knitted garments for your two’s grandchildren.

Wait what do you do with all the clothes you knit now?

One day, he informed you that he would be away for a long mission.

You were bummed. “You have to return on the 20th or earlier! Or else I won’t stop knitting this very scarf until you do!”

When Gavin got back, he noticed that the scarf was pretty long.

“You did take breaks, did you?” he asked, holding your hands as he examined them.

You rolled your eyes when he took your joke to heart and so literally.

You wrap the long scarf around him (maybe a couple times keep it clear from the ground, even considering his height).

Good thing the scarf was big enough to cover part of his face because his ears and cheeks grew pink from your gentle gesture.

He untangled the scarf just enough to loop it around you too, narrowing the distance between you two until you were against his chest.

“Thank you.”

He liked to wear it during autumn and winter ever since.

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I’m writing this as I wait for a game to download reeee

Masterlist

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[ivyginkgo]

I know that there's a lot of video that post the translation from Mandarin to English already, but if someone interest for read the story at post rather than video, I will help to put the translation.

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[jeexwith3ee]

Cuddling Victor - fluff/not rly proofread/old

Sleeping next to vic, you snuggel into his side you nose pressed into his body next to his ribcage, his arm draped over your body. You feel him move under your head, he slowly leans up and kisses your hair and then he just lets his head hit the bed again. His scent and breathing as well as his heartbeat try to lure you back to sleep. Victor mumbles something along the lines of " sleep dummy" in retaliation you bite playfully into his side, he flinches and just gives your side an light squezz. He mumbles "Sleeep" once again for you to stop. You kinda wanna hit him again but you start to drift off get just as you are about to fully lose conciousness you hear him wisper "sleep tight, my ... dummy" his ears red and his voice filled with love while his eyes admiring your sleeping form

Maybe he would also touch your ears as you sleep you kinda flinching, he probably says "soft, so cute" but the next morning hes like "you were drooling onto my chest the whole night/you were snoring the whole night so i couldnt sleep" he was actually just admiring your sleeping form and wispering sweet nothings. He is also going to tease you like "theres still drool on your face", you wiping over your face while ut heats up. He chuckles that nice chuckle of his, that is music to your ears making your embarressment smelt away

Not me posting random stuff i wrote over the years till i run out. Also pls excuse my mistakes, english aint my first language 👁👄👁👌🏻

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[little-butterfly-writes]

Happy Birthday, Cassie!

A/N - For @darling-dummy-blogs Happy birthday, dear! I hope you are having a wonderful day free of stress and troubles. I'm proud of you for being so strong and amazing no matter what. Thank you for being a great person and friend to me. Enjoy your day with lots of gifts and cake! (And Victor too) Love you lots!

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Dear Cassie,

Happy birthday to you, my love. I'm glad I am able to spend this special day with you. 

And yes, I will be spending each and everything birthday with you. That is a promise, and if there is ever a year I cannot be with you on the day itself, you can have Pudding scratch my ankles. 

Since we have the day off, we'll be going to see fireworks after dinner at Souvenir. I also planned a lunch at that new restaurant with your friends. I know you'll be hungry when you wake up. And that Pudding will be in my spot while I make you breakfast, but hopefully he knows that I will be returning there when I bring your food to you. You will be getting your main gifts at dinner, but I have small ones to give throughout the day. You told me not to get you too much, but you should know me better than that.

I know I don't say this out loud too often, but I hope you realize how much I love you. I'm proud of how far you've come despite all of the obstacles in your way. You're such a kind woman, beautiful inside and out. I thank the universe for bringing you to me each and everyday. Knowing you has made life so much sweeter than it ever has been.

Thank you for continuing to be by my side, through the good and bad. I'm so grateful that we are able to spend each day together until the end of time. Seeing as how that is, we'll be together for eternity. No matter what world, life, or planet we're on, you'll always be my one and only dummy.

Today, I'll tell you anything and everything you want to hear. You better be up when I come deliver your breakfast, though. If you aren't, I'll have to take the blanket away from you. Just a fair warning if you decide to set a new time on your alarm.

I love you, dummy.

Victor

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[CN] Victor’s Mind Quest – Not the Slightest Gap (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a mind quest, 至无隙无间, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

[Additional Warning]: As the spice for this mind quest is very explicit and borderline, if you don’t qualify for the 16+ rating of the game (CN server), it’s recommended that you don’t proceed under the cut~ :>

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The exclusive radio is to be read before CH 1. Please make sure you read that before continuing. Here: ♡♡

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✧ [Chapter 1] ✧

It’s very early in the morning, and the horizon has just unveiled the trace of a mackerel sky. I gently push open the bedroom door, walk quietly on my tiptoes, roll up a corner of the duvet and get in.

Even though I try my best to keep my movements light, the sound of even breathing in my ears ceases instantly, and I hear a slightly awakened voice reaching my ears.

Victor: [adorably husky, sleepy tone]  What time is it?

MC: It’s past five…

Victor sighs a little helplessly. Then he reaches out and embraces me, wrapping my entire body in the warmth of his arms.

I instinctively release a sigh and curl up in his arms contentedly.

The year-end projects during this time have made me very busy and disoriented, and working overtime has already become a common occurrence. Even Victor is helpless about my frazzled appearance.

But no matter how cautiously I lie down every night, he always feels my presence in the first instance and enfolds me in his arms.

Victor: [sexy grunt, husky tone]  Lie down and focus on sleeping.

Victor: Don’t mull over work stuff in bed like you did a couple days ago.

MC: Understood~

I stealthily stick my tongue out. Just as I’m thinking about trying to relax and fall asleep, an idea for a new project pops into my head.

After a few moments of being torn, I clench the arm wrapped tightly around my waist and quietly move a few inches away.

Victor: [softly gasps]  Where are you going again?

MC: Go-going to the bathroom.

Victor: Didn’t you just go to the bathroom before lying down?

MC: …so you heard that.

I mutter in a low voice, unable to find any other reasons for the moment.

MC: Well… I accidentally came up with an idea for a new project, and I’m afraid I’ll forget it tomorrow. So, I wanted to go and write it down.

MC: I’ll really just go and write it down~

Even though I deliberately emphasize the pronunciation of “accidentally” and make a promise, the strength around my waist still tightens unexpectedly.

Victor: [grunts softly, sighs]  …your “accident” is very dedicated to your work.

Victor: No need to go to all that trouble. I’ll remember it for you. Go on.

MC: Who on earth submits a report to the CEO early in the morning?

Victor: It’s not like a certain someone has never done this before.

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[Tidbits]: Refresher– a reference to S1 CH 7~ :>

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His deep and low voice is laced with a hint of sleepiness that he is unable to conceal, blocking my retort.

Victor: And besides, right now, I’m not listening to your report as the CEO.

I blink, sensitively catching the implication of his words. My heart can’t help but turn into a puddle, and I finally give in and tell him about the idea I’ve come up with after a moment of resistance.

I turn over expectantly just as I finish speaking, looking into his deep eyes.

MC: How is it? Do you think it’s a feasible plan?

Victor: [laughs softly]  I’m only responsible for remembering. I’m not gonna comment.

MC: …why are you being like this?

In the cold white light of dawn, I can see the corners of his lips vaguely curving upwards, as if he doesn’t plan on talking with me about this anymore.

I glare at him in secret and roll over again, deliberately sighing long and hard.

MC: That’s good. I feel even more sleepless now––

Hearing me pretending to feel wronged, Victor behind me seems to release a helpless, soft chuckle.

Victor: [sighs helplessly] Since you can’t sleep, answer a few questions of mine then.

Victor: Have you forgotten anything recently?

I’m stumped for a moment, wondering why he is suddenly asking this. Regardless, I earnestly reflect on this for a while. And in the next moment, I can’t help but let out a small cry of alarm.

MC: AHH! I forgot to eat that pudding you made for me!

Victor: [precious gasp] …I didn’t think you’d think of that first.

Victor: No need to have such a big reaction. If those who don’t know hear you, they will think you’ve forgotten something of enormous value.

MC: Of course, it’s something of enormous value! You especially made that for me three days ago when you saw how hard I was working…

I turn around and poke his arm tentatively.

MC: Do you think it’s still edible?

Victor: Yes.

Victor: But after eating it, it shouldn’t be just a certain someone’s brain that will go bad.

I look at him with a blank expression. It takes me churning it several times in my mind to realize that he is scolding me.

MC: Victor!

A few soft, increasingly cheerful laughs ring in my ears. As I glower at him, he slowly withdraws his joking expression.

Victor: Is that the only thing you’ve forgotten?

MC: …is there anything else?

I gape wordlessly, waiting for his “crusade” without any confidence.

Victor: A certain someone was rolling up her sleeves to fight for the tickets to a musical half a month ago, but she forgot about it when they started selling the tickets.

Victor: It’s been about a week now, and the bag of tulip seeds is still exactly where it was in the living room since we bought them.

Victor: You don’t expect that they will jump into the flower pots and grow themselves, do you?

Victor: Also, I remember that you were planning to sign up for a dance class; to go and sweat it out after work…

Seeing my eyes widen in confusion, Victor raises his eyebrows somewhat helplessly.

Victor: Indeed, a three-minute enthusiasm it was.

His face takes on an expression that says– “I knew it,” and following this, a somewhat vague memory surfaces in my mind.

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It was a night about two weeks ago. Victor and I were waiting on the roadside for the car after having dinner, and I was caught off guard by someone slipping a small flyer in my hand.

Passerby: Learn about Paso Doble dance~

I glanced down inadvertently and caught a glimpse of the bright red headline–– a passionate ballroom dance: Paso Doble.

The male and female dance partners in the picture on the side were intimate and assertive in their movements. I subconsciously stole a glance at Victor. He was looking at the finance and economics news on his phone, a calm and focused expression on his face.

A small, wicked idea suddenly bubbled up in my mind. I mysteriously leaned over to him and shook the flyer in my hand to him.

MC: Victor, would you like to sign up with me for a passionate Paso Doble dance experience?

Victor: [sighs sharply] Nope.

Victor: It’s not like I haven’t experienced a certain someone’s dance before.

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[Tidbits]: Refresher– “Dance Date” reference where he taught her to dance, “Exhibition Date” reference where they danced in the rain~

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He didn’t say much, but it seemed to convey the disdain implied therein vividly and thoroughly. I felt choked up and couldn’t help opening my mouth to refute.

MC: You don’t know about this Paso Doble dance yet. Aren’t you rejecting it a bit too early?

MC: Look at what it says on the flyer–– “The Paso Doble dance originated in France. It’s a dance that imitates a bullfighter’s movements, and the dancer’s posture is valiant and impassioned.”

MC: “In the Paso Doble dance, you can unleash the instinct to chase, hunt, and tear at…”

MC: So, don’t you want to chase, hunt, and tear me apart?

Victor: …

Victor finally took his eyes off the phone, shooting a surveying glance left and right.

Victor: Do you want to hear what you just said?

As the belated realization dawned on me, I stopped talking and turned my head to make sure there wasn’t anyone around, smiling in embarrassment.

MC: Actually, I’ve been thinking for a while now about whether to do some exercise after work and sweat it out.

MC: I feel that dancing seems more fun. Moreover, I can learn ballroom dancing with you, and this way, there won’t be any interference in our time together~

I took his arm affectionately, swaying it expectantly.

He lifted the corners of his lips in what seemed like amusement and helplessness.

Victor: [sighs helplessly]  If you’re not over this three-minute enthusiasm by next week, we’ll talk about it then.

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That completely undisguised query reverberates in my ears, and my cheeks can’t help but be flushed.

MC: It’s not that it was a three-minute enthusiasm. I really want to take dance lessons with you. But how do I find the time now?

I arch up against his chest, my tone tinged with a hint of coquetry.

MC: I now need CEO Victor to remind me about eating.

Victor holds down my bobbing head, rapping it gently with his finger pad.

Victor: [laughs softly] And do you know that your daily routine has also been a mess lately?

Victor: Now hurry up and get some sleep. I’ll take a look at your proposal when I get up tomorrow. I can give you some suggestions.

I let out a small cry of delight and hug him immediately.

MC: No wonder they say no amount of anything can be a substitute for the CEO of LFG. Victor, you’re too great~

Victor: [sexy whisper] If you talk any more nonsense, I’ll dismiss tomorrow’s help.

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✧ [Chapter 2] ✧

By the time I wake up again, it’s already noon.

Relaxed and refreshed, Victor sits on the sofa, sipping his coffee. On the table in front of him is the proposal I wrote yesterday till the late hours at night.

I hurriedly rub my eyes as I walk over to pick up the document and find that it has been marked with numerous annotations.

Victor: The overall direction is fine, but some details need fine-tuning.

Victor: As you can see now, your current logic is starting to get chaotic.

When I skim through it carefully, the realization suddenly dawns on me.

MC: Indeed. I seem to have drilled into a lot of insignificant problems...

Sighing, I rub my face between my hands as I feel a little out of my depth and put on an expression of humbly seeking his advice.

MC: Victor, how do you adjust in such situations when you lose your judgment due to having your hands full?

Victor raises an eyebrow at my words and looks at me. Understanding tacitly, I immediately withdraw my question.

MC: ...yes, you should never lose your judgment, even if your hands are full.

The corners of Victor’s lips curl up slightly. He lowers his head, takes a sip of his coffee, then stands up.

Victor: Go and wash up briefly. Let’s go somewhere.

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A wave of elegant classical music flows through the high-end dance costume store, and a variety of exquisite dance outfits hang on the clothes hangers.

MC: What are we doing here?

I stand in the clothing store, feeling a little at a loss.

Victor: Pick a set you like. I’ve already asked Goldman to sign us up for dance classes.

MC: ?? You really signed us up for dance classes??

He nods without having any change of expression on his face, his gaze sweeping over the few women’s outfits next to him.

Victor: Wasn’t a certain someone looking forward to it at the time?

MC: Expectations are expectations... but I thought you’d let me have more time to rest when I could. After all, I’m working so much now.

Victor: Work will never end.

Victor withdraws his gaze, a few traces of calmness reflecting in his deep eyes.

Victor: As the boss of [MC’s Company Name], you will only have more and more things on your plate.

Victor: But if you lose the pace of your life every time you are busy with work, all your rhythms will be disrupted.

MC: My rhythms are not at the point of being “disrupted,” right...?

Victor: It looks like a certain someone has already forgotten about that poor pudding in the fridge and those tulip seeds.

MC: ...didn’t forget, didn’t forget.

I make a standing-at-attention posture.

MC: I’m just a little curious. What does this have to do with us signing up for dance classes?

Victor: If you don’t want your work to lead you by the nose every time, finding your core with a regular activity is the best solution.

MC: Core?

MC: You mean, it’s something analogous to the power of body and mind?

Victor glances at me with a gratified look.

Victor: There will always be changes and challenges in the outside world, and these are variables that are impossible to guard against.

Victor: It’s only when you have a stable core that the chaotic situations won’t be able to snatch away the initiative.

Although his explanation is brief, I already vaguely understand something, my eyes resting on the dance skirt behind Victor.

MC: So, the regular activity you mentioned just now is taking me to dance lessons?

Victor: Mm. Dancing is a good way of regulating yourself.

Victor: It can not only help you sweat and relieve stress, but it’s also a good form and physical exercise and a way of looking for core.

He pauses, his serene tone taking on an imperceptible hint of indulgence.

Victor: And like you said, it’s something I can accompany you on.

He downplays the last half of his sentence, but it stirs up a small wave of tingle in my heart.

He talked about so many major principles and all that. But in the end, it’s all because he cares about me~

Victor doesn’t seem to make out the smugness in my heart, continuing to speak.

Victor: It won’t take up too much of your time. If you can spare an hour or two for a few days, it will work just fine.

MC: But what if I can’t finish my work?

Victor: When have I ever let you drop the ball?

MC: That’s true~

The transparent favoritism in his words causes me to burst into a cheerful smile. I look at my toes and begin to ponder conscientiously.

What Victor said just now is actually traceable in him. After all, no matter how busy he is, he will still find time to go to Souvenir to cook and relax.

Perhaps cooking is kind of a core of his being.

MC: If I can find my core, will I be able to make judgments and deal with things as calmly as you do?

Victor: I can’t guarantee that.

Victor glances down at my hand with which I have hooked his finger, seemingly a little amused.

Victor: [with an interlaced soft laugh]  But right now, at least you can calmly fire your flatteries.

I give a soft “humph,” deciding to be generous and not quibble with him, and lift my chin accordingly.

MC: I take your suggestion and will go to the dance classes with you.

MC: But why did we come straight to pick out clothes? Don’t we need to attend a trial class to understand it first?

Victor: Because beginning with the sense of ritual a certain someone likes the most can bring out one’s vibrant nature.

As he finishes speaking, he suddenly turns around and directly picks up a dance dress of vibrant color right behind him.

Victor: This one.

MC: Eh? But I haven’t picked it out yet?

Victor: From the moment we walked in the door, your eyes have been darting towards this one.

Victor: If I couldn’t still read what’s on your mind, I’d be a dummy.

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✧ [Chapter 2, Memory Silhouette, Narrator POV] ✧

Several beautifully plated dishes have been laid out in order on the table. Victor lifts his eyes and glances toward the living room, but he doesn’t catch sight of the girl’s figure on the sofa.

Victor: MC, dinner is ready.

The voice that always responds to him loudly and clearly doesn’t ring out.

A little surprised, Victor cranes his head, realizing that it seems the girl hasn’t made much noise since the two of them bought their dance clothes and returned home in the afternoon.

Victor: Have you fallen asleep?

Victor takes off his heat-resistant gloves and heads toward the bedroom.

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The bed in the bedroom is empty. His eyebrows knit into a frown, only to hear the faint rustling sound of a zipper coming from the walk-in closet.

Through the blurry, transparent glass door, he can vaguely see the familiar figure of the girl.

Victor takes a few steps inside and sees the girl standing in front of the full-length mirror and trying on her newly brought dance dress, totally unaware of his arrival.

The silky satin fabric tightly hugs her waistline, and her beautiful butterfly bones are revealed through the backless dress, the vibrant crimson color making her skin even fairer in contrast.

Even though Victor has seen the girl trying on the dance dress in the clothing store before, there seems to be something a little different about this moment.

The warm light of the walk-in closet glistens on the hem of the girl’s skirt, the satin glowing with spots of golden reminiscent of fish scales.

The girl gently sways the hem of her skirt a little, and stars seem to be trickling brilliantly on her body.

She seems dazzled by the fine light streaming through her eyes, and unconsciously reveals a simple and somewhat silly smile.

Victor is stunned for a moment, subconsciously recalling the last time he saw this smile.

Perhaps it was a week ago, the day they agreed to plant tulips together.

When Victor pushed open the door to the home, he almost tripped over the bag of tulip seeds sprawled across the foyer.

Heaving a sigh, he moved the seeds to the corner and found the flower pots and planting tools there. Upon this, he headed for the study.

He thought the girl would welcome him with a beaming smile, take his arm, and jump and frisk about toward the “little garden” on the terrace she had nurtured with utmost care.

But before he could approach, the girl’s serious voice transmitted through the half-closed door of the study. It seemed that she was in the middle of a work phone call.

Out of courtesy, Victor did not continue to listen. But from the few words that drifted to his ears, it wasn’t difficult to perceive—

Time was pressing, but she insisted on prioritizing the quality and asked for the program to be redone.

Victor knew a smile that could be called one of approval had surfaced on his face.

Planting the flowers could wait until she is done with her work–– Victor thought to himself and put the tools for planting flowers one by one in their original position.

Or perhaps it was four days ago, when he made her most beloved pudding for the girl who had been working late.

Even though she had eaten the same taste countless times, she would always finish eating the pudding in big scoops and give a satisfied giggle every time.

But that day, she just wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled coquettishly. Then, she put the pudding next to her computer and said that she would use it to motivate herself to be more efficient tonight.

The next morning, Victor was a little surprised to see the pudding in the fridge, untouched.

Originally, these were the moments when he could’ve received that simple smile from her without a second thought. But time and time again, his potential expectations were dashed.

Victor pulls himself back from his thoughts. The smile on the girl’s face in front of the full-length mirror has not yet waned.

As if infected, his brows slowly slacken, and the corners of his lips curl up into the same arc as hers.

Victor quietly takes a step back and closes the door to the walk-in closet for her.

Just let her be so simply happy for a little while longer.

While he waits, he can prepare another pudding for her for dessert.

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✧ [Chapter 3] ✧

The pure white marble floor is as bright as a mirror, and the ornate crystal chandelier overhead reflects the multicolored light.

Standing in the dance classroom reminiscent of a palace, I quietly lean into Victor’s ear.

MC: This is not the dance classroom in that little advertisement, is it?

Victor lowers his head and straightens his sleeves, and there isn’t a single ripple in his tone.

Victor: It’s a one-on-one class, so that you can flexibly adjust the class time to suit your schedule.

A feeling of warmth surges in my heart in vain, and before the smile at the corners of my lips can be heaved up, Victor adds another sentence unhurriedly.

Victor: [overflowing teasing tone]  And, I also found teachers of high caliber. A certain someone can hone her skills conveniently while learning, so that she doesn’t keep stepping on other people’s toes at parties.

MC: [muttering]  grudge-bearing devil.

While the dance teachers are entering the classroom, I stick my tongue out at Victor’s back.

In order to give us an initial introduction to the Paso Doble dance, the two teachers briefly exchange pleasantries with us before demonstrating a short dance routine for us.

Female Teacher: In the Paso Doble dance, although the female partner is in a passive position, she actually needs to arouse the instinct and desire of the male partner to “fight,” to seduce, stimulate and conquer the other person.

As she explains, the female teacher moves her body in a particularly expressive and lively manner to the impassioned music. I can vaguely feel a lot of pressure coming over me.

I tug at the corner of Victor’s shirt.

MC: I had no idea that the emotions of the Paso Doble dance would be so extroverted.

Seemingly hearing the hesitation in my tone, Victor lowers his head and looks at me.

Victor: [overflowing teasing tone]  Didn’t you want me to chase, hunt, and tear you apart? Why is there no confidence now?

MC: …

I grit my teeth in indignation and pay no more attention to this gloating man.

Male Teacher: Today, we will start with the simple basic steps.

Along with these words from the teacher, we officially begin our first Paso Doble dance lesson.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve given myself the psychological cues, but I really feel a little helpless. It’s either that I can’t stretch my body at all, or I’m simply getting frantic.

Female Teacher: You can spin your hand’s pattern along with your body.

MC: Like this?

Victor: She meant for you to rotate your palm when you jump apart, not take me with you.

MC: Oh-oh!

Female Teacher: When you put your hand on your male partner, sink your shoulder. Otherwise, it will look like you’re trying to fight with him.

MC: Okay, okay…

By the end of the class, I’m already dripping with sweat, not to mention the female teacher’s outpouring emotions, strength, and feeling of conquering the male partner.

On the other hand, even though Victor’s forehead is also covered with a layer of sweat from the dance, the way he carries himself exudes a sense of calmness at all times.

…damn it, why is this man so skilled at everything he does?

Fortunately, the content of the first lesson is only about getting familiar with the basic dance steps. It soon ends with a wonderfully rich psychological activity.

After making an appointment for the next session, the teachers bring us to the entrance of the lounge.

Male Teacher: The two of you can rest here. We will have someone bring champagne for you guys in a moment.

Female Teacher: It’s a special benefit for the very first course here. Enjoy~

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After politely expressing our thanks, I move my already stiff limbs and walk into the lounge with a complex feeling.

As soon as the door is closed, I can’t help but stare at Victor with an extreme look of grievance.

MC: Sob sob sob, what should I do, Victor? I feel like I can’t do it.

Victor: [laughs helplessly]  It was only the first class. Don’t be so nervous.

MC: It’s not a question of what the class number is… it’s that this dance is too physically and emotionally demanding!

MC: And the teacher wants me to “conquer” you! What is this concept? It’s harder than mounting the sky––

Victor seems to choke on my phrasing.

Victor: [he actually chokes]  Do you have to overstate like that?

MC: Of course! You know I’ve always been the one to be “dominated” by you.

MC: And I’m asked to guide you all of a sudden, and I’m at a loss…

Victor is slightly stunned, his deep eyes roaming over me for a moment as if he is pondering something. Then, he sits down on the sofa in a relaxed manner.

The space suddenly lapses into silence. Victor casually shakes off the sweat from the tips of his hair, then he slowly unfastens his cufflinks and pulls up his sleeves little by little in graceful movements.

Before I can react, I see that long, slender hand moving to his chest and unhurriedly loosening the first button.

…is it that hot?

The question still hasn’t left my mouth when I see that hand continuing to move down, resting on the second button.

My throat inexplicably feels dry. I swallow my saliva, my eyes “sincerely” glued to his slightly undulating chest.

And Victor doesn’t say anything, just meets my gaze looking at him straight-forwardly.

??: Mr. Victor, Miss MC, may I come in now?

There is a sudden knock at the door, interrupting the enchanting sight in the room.

MC: [blushing and frantic]  ! W-wait a moment!

I subconsciously blurt out. Victor’s hand pauses only for a moment before continuing with the interrupted unbuttoning process.

And even his movements slow down more and more.

MC: What are you doing?

I anxiously ask him in a low voice, gesturing to the door with my gaze as my eyes widen. His gaze falls indifferently to the front, and his tone of voice is heedless.

Victor: [very amused]  Unbuttoning.

MC: [blushing] …I didn’t ask you that! I mean why on earth are you doing that now! There are people outside.

Victor: [sounds very proud of himself] Because I feel very hot right now.

I’m baffled by his “rightful” attitude, and the constant knocking on the door agitates my mind. I hurriedly gesture at him again.

MC: [blushing and more frantic] Button up! Quick!

Victor obviously doesn’t listen to me, and the slightly raised corner of his eyes even spills out a hint of provocative arrogance.

Victor: [even more amused and proud]  Are you sure you’re just going to keep watching like this?

Of course not!

The moment the next knock sounds on the door, I finally can’t help but spring up to my feet and walk quickly to the door.

Very cautiously, I open the door just a crack and politely take the champagne from the other party’s hand.

MC: I’m sorry. We’ll help ourselves.

Closing the door, I immediately turn around with a huff.

MC: If I hadn’t stopped that person just now, was CEO Victor going to present himself naked!

Victor: [deep, sexy™ laugh]  …

MC: You’re still laughing??

I can’t help but grit my teeth. Meeting his haughty and midnight-dark eyes, I simply walk straight up to him and uncork the champagne, pretending to be angry and harsh as I open my mouth.

MC: [blushing]  The teacher will come in a while and talk to us about the feedback.

MC: [blushing]  CEO Victor, you should hurry up and wear your clothes properly. How can you be like this?

Hearing my words, he smiles in an even more unusual manner and gently tugs on yet another button.

His fingertips quietly circle the body of the button. Another one doesn’t survive.

Victor: [with a hint of rogue]  I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this.

I immediately shoot him a glare. But he remains unmoved and continues with the unbuttoning process. The dense beads of sweat slightly dampen his dark red dance shirt.

Beneath the gorgeous light, the sparkling and translucent particles are drawn into his firm skin, reflecting a seductive luster.

Those transparent droplets continue to glide down and disappear into the unrevealed territory. They seem to guide one’s line of sight, making them want to see more.

My heartbeat gradually accelerates along with his movements, but the continuous sound of passing footsteps outside the door makes me keep the last ounce of my sanity at bay.

I lift my gaze and meet the rare slyness in his eyes, feeling as if I’ve been gently pricked by something. At this moment, the twisted emotions within me pour down in torrents completely from my heart.

I pick up the wine glass and shove it into his hand, tightly pursing my lips as I pour the champagne. A few drops of translucent wine splash around and land on the backs of our hands.

Victor: [slow, deliberate teasing]  Be calm. You’re wasting the wine.

MC: [blushing] Isn’t this happening because a certain someone... anyway, I can’t calm down now.

Seeing me retorting angrily, Victor, on the contrary, gives a beaming smile.

Victor: Oh? Why?

MC: I don’t believe that someone as smart as CEO Victor wouldn’t know why.

Victor: [coquettish tone x1] I really don’t know.

Victor: [x2]  After spending a long time with a dummy, there are times when it can get contagious.

MC: ...Victor!

The sweet fragrance of alcohol lingers on the tip of my nose, and along with his provocation, my thoughts are thrown into chaos. I can’t help being the first one to “surrender.”

MC: Don’t you at all feel that your behavior just now was a little too much?

Victor: [deliberately dragging the tail notes]  Maybe, or maybe not.

MC: ...anyway, Mr. CEO just won’t admit to the “crime” he committed just now.

I pause for a moment, glancing at his finger resting on the button.

MC: And you still plan to continue doing it, don’t you?

Victor releases a soft laugh, looking at the liquid in his glass with a composed expression.

Victor: Wanting me to listen to what you say, to do what you say – wouldn’t that depend on whether or not a certain someone can show some “sincerity?”

…you almost presented yourself naked in front of other people, and you want me to show “sincerity?”

I grit my teeth in indignation, lifting my wrist, which was about to stop pouring the wine, aloft again.

The raised wine bottle continues to spurt out the golden liquid with a gurgling sound, and an unending stream of wine pours into the glass in his hand.

MC: Is this kind of “sincerity” enough?

The aroma of champagne gradually pervades the air of the lounge, and the wine is about to be filled to the brink. But Victor still wears that expression of remaining calm in the hour of peril.

I start to lose confidence a little, so I can only inwardly bite the bullet and see it to the end without stopping.

At the moment when the golden champagne is about to spill over, Victor finally opens his mouth softly.

Victor: [laughs softly]  It’s enough.

I hastily withdraw my hand, stealthily heaving a sigh of relief.

Victor: I admit that I’ve committed a worthy “crime” just now.

Victor: Didn’t a certain someone say just now that she is incapable of occupying the guiding position in front of me? But now it seems that it’s very much in the process of being shaped.

Victor lowers his head and lightly takes a sip of the champagne in a graceful movement, not allowing a single drop of wine to be divulged.

Victor: So next time, just try to “conquer” me.

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✧ [Chapter 4] ✧

Two weeks later, at night. I’m practicing my newly learned dance steps in the dance studio at home.

Although I feel tired after each dance practice, I wake up the next day with high spirits, a positive feeling radiating from my body and mind.

This feeling is particularly strong when I’m working. Compared with the dispirited tone some time ago when I was dragging my body, now my entire being feels as if it’s brimming with energy.

Is this the core Victor was talking about?

Although I’m not too sure, I do find time to practice at home on days when we don’t have class so that I don’t lose this energy.

I look intently at myself in the mirror, and as the last rhythm falls, it jams perfectly with the ending movement.

Victor: That was a pretty good dance.

Following the sound, I turn around and see Victor leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed over his chest. He is wearing a dark-colored bathrobe, and the tips of his hair are slightly wet. It seems that he has just finished his shower.

MC: It seems I don’t feel so embarrassed when I’m not dancing in front of the teacher.

MC: Why don’t you and I dance together and see how it feels?

My gaze lands on his hair, and I shake my head again.

MC: Never mind. You’ve already washed up.

Victor: [laughs softly]  It won’t hurt to dance through it once.

He walks up to me before I can answer and extends his palm. I slightly freeze for a moment, then hand my palm to him.

The melody flows slowly, and along with a note soaring intensely, the heavy curtains of the high-pitched and penetrating symphony are pulled open.

I skillfully put my hands on Victor’s shoulders, rise on my tiptoes, and then make my landing on the ground.

In the swaying dance steps, we sometimes cling to each other’s chest, and sometimes we push and pull, spinning and stretching.

Plink.

And along with a sharp flinging back of the head, a few drops of cold water land on my lower jaw, appearing to be the droplets of water from the tips of Victor’s hair.

They glide down my chin to my collarbones, producing an almost unbearable itching sensation. I pull out my hand to wipe them away, only to have it tightly clutched by Victor in the next beat.

MC: ?

I meet his gaze and capture a fleeting glimpse of teasing in the depths of that pair of slender eyes.

Victor: Stay focused.

Without waiting for me to react, Victor’s forearm exerts light pressure and pushes me out of his arms according to the choreography of the dance steps.

The dramatic movements cause the belt of his bathrobe to flap, tracing across the skin of my thighs coarsely.

My eyes can’t help but be drawn to his belt, following it to the corners of his robe, which are twining up in the air.

…wait a second.

Victor has just taken a shower. So right now, he shouldn’t be…?

I’m stunned for a moment, my cheeks flaring up immediately as I’m half-nailed to the spot by this sudden thought of mine.

I subconsciously draw my gaze back. However, an indescribable instinct drives me to lift my wrist and glide it toward his lapel.

Victor lowers his head and looks at me in surprise. I slide down my fingers, taking advantage of the twirling motion to “inadvertently” climb up his chest and “accidentally” tug his collar loose.

Intentionally or otherwise, my fingertips brush over his smooth, tight muscles, leading waves of fine shivers to linger in my heart.

Victor: It seems a certain someone has indeed gained her energy back. She is now daring to make little moves.

The steady, self-sustaining voice lands on my ear, leaving a burning warmth in my auricle. I promptly draw myself away a little, winking at him.

MC: If CEO Victor doesn’t mind, I can step up my moves a little more.

Victor: Is that so? And here I thought, that was the limit of a certain someone’s boldness.

The passionate music happens to reach its climax just at this moment, the melody flooding the entire dance studio. It causes my brain to turn blank for an instant, making me impulsive.

I don’t know if it’s his words that have aroused me to lose my reasons for a moment, or if it’s the faintly discernible instinct in the bottom of my heart that has done it…

Before I can think properly, the restless palm of my hand has already taken advantage of the dance movements and quietly slides over the strong thigh underneath the bathrobe.

Even my finger pads seem to glide through even more dangerous territory.

Victor: [lets out a heavy moan, blushing]  …

The fiery beats seem to conceal a fleeting moan. Victor’s movements clearly fall short by a beat, and a slit finally appears in his blazing gaze.

Seeing him being disoriented like this, I can’t help but feel a little proud of myself.

MC: What do you think of my dance?

His wandering eyes gradually settle down little by little and focus on my face once again, flickering with some unknown complex emotions.

Victor: You loosened up quite a lot.

Victor: [dangerously husky tone]  However, it’s still not enough.

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the force around my waist suddenly tightens, shackling me firmly to his fiery chest.

The entire world seems to be instantly taken over by Victor’s scent. The searing heat brands onto every inch of my skin, but the man opposite me doesn’t seem satisfied.

He closely follows my movements, and reminiscent of a wild animal on a hunt, he intertwines all my limbs until our bodies completely fit together.

My cheeks instantly flare into a crimson red. The flaming acceleration of my heartbeat causes my breathing to be thrown into chaos, and I struggle to draw in a deep breath.

MC: [blushing]  Wait, this isn’t how the dance works at all, is it?

Victor: A certain someone mustn’t have listened carefully during the class.

Victor: [elaborating the teacher’s words x1]  The teacher clearly said that the Paso Doble dance requires very high coordination of your limbs.

Victor: [x2]  If you really can’t meet the standard, there’s no need to force it.

Victor: [x3]  Amateur entrants can adjust their posture according to their preferences and do improvised dance steps.

The warmth circling my waist gradually shifts downward, holding my body steady as I try to escape.

Victor: [return of the dangerously husky tone, with a hint of rouge x1] Right now, I’m just tweaking it according to my own preference.

MC: But…

He interrupts my powerless retort, his deep and low voice revealing an irresistible intensity.

Victor: [x2]  And what’s more, we’ve been practicing these few dance steps for two weeks now. It’s time to make some changes.

He slowly presses on towards me, closing the distance until there isn’t the slightest gap between us.

The burning heat coming from the pit of my stomach makes me vaguely aware of what he means, and I can’t resist accepting all of this seduction in my heart as it comes, but I still try my utmost to hang in there with my mouth.

MC: But didn’t you say that if you want to find your core, you have to do it with a regular set of activities?

Victor: That’s indeed what I said.

Victor: But there are many things in the world that… once you set them into a repetitive and fixed order, they will become monotonous to some extent.

As he says this, he squeezes in the slightly moist skin of his thigh between my legs. It’s as if he wants to open up everything I have to him without the slightest reservation.

Being in touch with an icy sensation behind me, I’m suddenly given a jolt, only to find that I’ve been pressed up against the mirror without even realizing it.

In front of me is the breath I’m familiar with. The slightly ragged breathing disturbs the air between us, and I feel my brain becoming light and airy, as if it has been stripped of oxygen.

Victor lowers his head. His moist kisses land softly and wordlessly in the pit of my stomach, dabbing away a few drops of water that pelt onto there earlier.

I instinctively squint my eyes, feeling the delicate sense of satisfaction flooding my entire chest.

Victor: [that sly, sexy whisper x1]  Do you know what needs to be done when something becomes monotonous?

MC: [blushing] Wh-what?

Victor: [x2]  Make an improvised mess.

My consciousness is erratic at the moment, and I can’t seem to fully comprehend the meaning of his words. I only feel as if I were being burned by the blazing heat of his voice, and all my feelings seem to rush together to the top of my head.

Through the hazy corner of my eye, I see a dense layer of mist appearing on the surface of the mirror behind me, concealing the overlapping and undulating figures in the mirror.

I withdraw my gaze, using the last ounce of my sanity to focus on the face in front of me.

That pair of eyes, which has always been self-restrained, gradually becomes dazed, reflecting my equally inextricable gaze.

Longingly, I cling even closer to him, until the entire world is invaded and veiled by his breaths.

Amid the chaotic thoughts, the last glimmer of calm reflection flashes through the entirety of my perception––

I seem to clearly understand what my core is.

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✧ [Chapter 4, Memory Silhouette] ✧

It’s early morning on the weekend. The warm sunlight spills over the entire dance studio. Filled with vigor, I tug on my rubber gloves and count the cleaning tools on the floor.

MC: Mop, rags, bucket – we’re all set.

MC: Reporting to CEO Victor, we can start cleaning up the dance studio now~

Victor stands helplessly next to me, silently pulling up the sleeves of his loungewear.

Victor: When I asked a certain someone to find her core, I didn’t mean she has to do every big and small thing.

Victor: We can just call the cleaning auntie. Why go to all this trouble?

MC: [blushing] How can that be! Weren’t we here yesterday…

I subconsciously make a loud retort, my ears immediately burning up a little as I think back to the scenes from last night that made my heart pound and me a blushing mess. Hemming and hawing, I seem to have lost my ability to speak properly.

MC: [blushing]  A-anyway, we’d better clean it up ourselves!

Victor gives me an amused look and doesn’t say anything more. He just simply picks up the mop and walks to a corner of the dance studio.

His back is straight, and the slightly blue veins on his arms peek out along with his movements of holding the mop. The sunlight filtering through the window blurs the contours of his sharp jawline.

I stare fixedly at his profile and can’t help but marvel again and again in admiration.

Is there really anyone out there who even makes doing household chores look so captivating?

And at the same time, another voice clamors in a low voice in my heart that I cannot ignore. After staring at Victor for a while, I finally can’t help giving those words a voice as I ask––

MC: Victor… why aren’t you asking me where the steam mop machine at home has gone?

Victor continues to drag the mop without any reaction whatsoever, not even giving me a look.

Victor: I thought you could keep that to yourself for good and not bring it up.

MC: What do you mean?

I tentatively walk up to his side, wiping the mirror while quietly observing his face in the glass.

MC: Did you already notice that the mopping machine is missing?

Victor: If I were as slow as a certain someone, it wouldn’t be surprising at all that this house would be utterly emptied one day.

MC: …humph. Then why didn’t you ask me where it went?

Hearing my words, Victor finally stops his movements and straightens up, giving me a meticulous and careful once–over with a smile in his eyes.

Victor: So that I could see this tentative, fluky, and curious look on a certain dummy’s face right now.

The expression on my face freezes immediately, and I can’t help pouting.

MC: You aren’t curious, are you? Then I won’t tell you~

After saying that, I continue wiping the mirror and catch a glimpse of Victor continuing to mop the floor with a focused expression out of the corner of my eye.

…he can really put up with it, huh. Or is it that he is really not curious?

While I absent-mindedly clean the mirror, the dumbbells, the yoga balls, and all the tables and chairs, I observe Victor’s movements out of the corner of my eyes the whole time.

He cleans the floor on the right side of the dance studio neatly, then wipes his hands and takes out his phone with his back turned to me, not making any new movements for a long time.

What is he looking at? Why so serious?

Victor: …

Hearing him release a perplexed tone, I can’t resist taking advantage of the wiping motion to walk up behind him and sneak a glance.

Seeing that he is reading an email, I promptly withdraw my gaze out of courtesy, but I inadvertently happen to catch one of the lines––

“Your steam mop machine has been repaired. Please come to the store and collect it promptly.”

MC: Eh??

A soft chuckle resounds in my ears. I lift my head and look at the mirror before me, only to see Victor’s eyes colliding with mine in the glass.

MC: Did you already know that I had sent it in for repair after I accidentally broke it?

Victor: I filled in my email address when we first bought it. So, it’s only natural that the store would send the mail to me.

Victor: Even the reason for the damage is clearly noted here––

Victor: [adorable teasing tone]  “When teasing a cat with the machine, the body was accidentally knocked to the ground…”

MC: Okay, okay, stop reading…

I smile in embarrassment and cover his phone screen, sheepishly averting my gaze.

Suddenly, a broad palm rubs the top of my head. I lift my eyes and see that Victor seems to be in a very good mood, curling the corners of his lips upward.

Victor: [laughs softly] Of course, I was curious.

Victor: It’s just that a certain dummy has never been very adept at concealing the answer.

Victor: Next time, you can redouble your efforts to do so.

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✧ [Chapter 5] ✧

The end of the year is drawing increasingly nearer. I breathe a long sigh of relief as I conclude processing my final review before the holidays.

The work at the present stage has finally come to an end.

But compared with being relaxed, the feeling that consumes my heart even more is a sense of pride at being able to get things done methodically without wrecking my work and rest balance.

And all of this credit belongs to Victor, who helped me find my core.

I take out my phone and am just about to call him, when Victor’s name jumps up on the screen.

MC: Hey, are you done with your meeting yet?

Victor: Mm, and I’ve also cleared up my schedule for the night.

Victor: Can a certain someone now tell me what exactly is the mysterious “surprise arrangement” she’s been cooking up these last few days?

MC: I simply want to thank CEO Victor for accompanying me in the dance practice. As for the details, you will find out when you get there.

MC: I’ve already given the address to your driver, and Goldman has the outfit I’ve prepared for you in advance!

Victor: [helpless, inaudible laugh]  …you’re quite good at managing people.

MC: It’s all because CEO Victor taught me so well~ See you later then!

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Before the evening descends, I arrive at the garden villa guest house ahead of schedule.

According to my arrangements, this place has been vacated in the morning, and some special preparations have been made.

After confirming everything, I come to the suite with the best view and begin to decorate this room with utmost care.

MC: Scented candles, flowers, mood lighting… and red wine! All set!

Elated, I admire my own decorations, take out my phone, and record the setting.

A few moments later, the doorbell to the room rings. I rush to the door at once and straighten my hair, before opening it slowly.

MC: Welcome~

Outside the door, Victor stands against the backdrop of light, the white dance shirt embellished with fine diamonds perfectly framing his physique.

The V-neckline on the chest clings to the surface of his packed muscles, adding a touch of softness and alluring charm to his robust body.

And as his gaze lands on my red dress, a flash of imperceptible daze and breathlessness seems to flicker through his eyes.

I’m unable to grasp the entirety of all this. I just stare blankly at the person in front of me, forgetting to speak for a while.

Victor: Have you seen enough?

I shake my head.

Victor: [laughs helplessly] …let’s go inside, and you can watch more if you haven’t seen enough.

Amused and in a good mood, Victor takes me by the hand as he walks into the room and sweeps his gaze over the decorations inside, a little smile dyeing the light in his eyes.

Victor: [precious, soft laugh] Is this the dummy’s surprise?

MC: This isn’t everything.

I step forward and take his arm, bringing him to the semi-open-air balcony with a wide view while wearing a mysterious look on my face.

Seeing that he is a little puzzled, I draw a step back and solemnly twirl up the corner of my skirt, standing on ceremony before him.

MC: Welcome to Victor and MC’s exclusive ball.

MC: Mr. Handsome CEO, may I have this dance?

As soon as my words fall, a spotlight comes from the direction of the guest house’s wall, enclosing the shadows of the two of us together.

Victor’s motion freezes slightly, followed by his long and narrow eyes gradually rising little by little.

Victor: Of course.

The instant our palms interlace, music begins to play in the garden outside the balcony. We dance to the familiar tune, melding warmly into each other’s arms.

At this moment, a delicate rustling sound breaks out from the sky. Our eyes can’t help being drawn to the source, and we see dazzling red dots of stars emerging high on the horizon.

And in the next instant, bright rose petals sprinkle down like droplets of rain, rendering the crystalline and shimmering lake outside the bay window until it blends in with the warm red of the sky tinged with the colors of sunset.

Victor laughs quietly, a rare softness emerging in the light of his eyes.

Victor: [precious, helpless soft laugh]  Now can you explain your arrangements to me?

I purse my lips and take a deep breath of the pleasing fragrance of flowers in the air.

MC: We’ve been learning to dance for so long. We’ve got to “perform” once, right?

MC: And I also really wanted to find a sense of ritual for our dancing lessons.

MC: But I still might feel embarrassed in front of other people, so…

MC: I prepared a ball that belongs only to the two of us.

MC: Most importantly, it’s only you and me here now. So, it’s just “our” time~

Victor glances at the rain of petals descending from the sky, raising the tip of his brows slightly.

Victor: [“still-surprised” laugh]  You not only prepared all these, but even reserved the entire place?

Hearing the surprise in his tone, I stick my tongue out.

MC: Thanks to CEO Victor, I’ve made a small fortune as the owner of [MC’s Company Name].

Victor smiles, letting me lightly spin in his arms.

MC: Judging from the expression on your face, it seems like my surprise has been successful?

Victor: Yes, I’m very surprised.

It’s rare for Victor to admit it so candidly, and the tip of his brows seem to have melted into a soft layer of warmth.

Victor: After all, work and dance practice already kept a certain someone very busy during this time.

Victor: It’s hard to imagine that she still had the energy to prepare all this.

MC: I’ve been very, very busy– so busy that at one point, I was writing a proposal and dancing simultaneously in my dreams.

I wink at him, causing the twinkling light flowing in his eyes to sway even more clearly.

MC: But thanks to the best Victor in the world, now I will no longer lose the original rhythm of my life because of being busy.

Victor: [precious, overflowing laughter] A certain someone was very quick to see the light this time.

MC: Of course~ Don’t you know who is the one that taught me~

I raise my chin to him as if to show that he is the one who deserves the credit. And then, I seem to think of something. So, I withdraw my joking expression and stare at him earnestly.

MC: And it’s not just that. I also understood one thing––

MC: Just like eating, sleeping, and laughing heartily, “accompanying the person I love” is something that I cannot allow for its pace to be disrupted.

MC: No matter the situation, it shouldn’t be muddled through for reasons such as “being busy.”

Victor doesn’t say anything, but the ripples shimmering in his eyes lay bare his happy mood.

MC: Come to think of it, this is how you’ve always treated me.

MC: Clearly, you yourself are already very busy. But you still attentively listened to my troubles in the early hours of the morning, found the time to practice dance with me, and helped me regain my stability step by step.

MC: You even secretly got the musical tickets for me and planted the tulips.

Victor laughs softly, drawing us a little closer to each other. I press myself against his chest, quietly listening to that powerful heartbeat.

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[Anika’s Notes]: I mostly skip adding translation notes now since time is very short. But I had to stop here– MC uses the term “聆听,” which is different from the usual “听 (listen).” The term MC used means “listening respectfully,” which conveys a reverent emotion; and adds so much more depth to that seemingly simple action~ ❤️

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MC: And because of that, I realized––

MC: Victor, you are my core.

MC: With you by my side, I won’t be too flustered even if something as big as the sky smashes down on me.

I lift my head and gaze at Victor unwaveringly, as if I were trying to look into his heart.

The only thing left in the surrounding is the melody of the music. Amid the quietude, the light in Victor’s eyes is profound, and it’s as if they are tainted with a misty yearning.

I’m intoxicated by the light in that pair of eyes. Despite so, I ask with a little uncertainty.

MC: Why aren’t you saying anything? Did I say it wrongly?

Hearing my words, he releases a deep laugh. His finger pads fondly caress my lips and cheeks, and they finally rest on my back, holding me steady.

The hem of my skirt flutters in the wind as I gently sit on Victor’s lap, my body leaning back slightly without the slightest apprehension.

Victor bends down following my movements, and his palm clasps around my waist, giving me a sense of complete security just like he’s always given me every time before.

As our breaths entwine in close proximity, I hear his answer.

Victor: [the softest™, sexiest™, striking you in the heart™ whisper to exist x1]  You didn’t say it wrongly.

Victor: [x2]  It’s just that I realized one thing too.

Victor pauses, his tone of certainty brimming with completely undisguised yearning.

Victor: [x3]  Beginning from a very long time ago, a certain someone seems to have firmly believed that I’m the one who is leading her forward.

Victor: [x4] No matter how big or small, she seems to subconsciously seek my advice and my embrace.

Victor: [x5]  She will cry endlessly in front of me because of a trivial matter. But when faced with real difficulties, she is more courageous than anyone else.

Victor: [x6] And this girl who loves to cry so much, combined with her courage – she made me unable to take my eyes off her.

Victor: [x7]  I thought this contradiction in her was part of the reason that made me addicted to her.

Victor: [x8]  But now, I have another answer.

I gaze back into his eyes with some puzzlement and see the colors of night outlining the moving expression on Victor’s face. It’s as if he has got the entire world in his arms.

Victor: [x9 + helpless laugh] Dummy, it’s not that you’re incapable of guiding me left or right.

Victor: [x10] Rather, it’s with your ability to use the softest of words, and the most natural of gestures that…

Victor: [x11] –– you have conquered all of me.

The setting sun quietly conceals its appearance, and the pinkish-purple sunset glow is inlaid with infinite stars, bearing witness to everything that has happened on the balcony.

The eyes in front of me are deep and burning hot, as if there are still more words to be said.

But before I can ask, he gently leans into my ear, giving me the best possible answer.

Victor: [x12] What I mean is, I’ve already been conquered by you a long time ago.

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[Anika’s ramblings, feel free to ignore haha]

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[yourssinfullyquiche]

Night

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 Another installment in the 4 part Gavin (s.e.x) series. Yes, I was supposed to do Afternoon and Evening first but I'm still writing Afternoon and Evening has yet to be written. So...let's just skip to Night, shall we?

This is an NSFW work, and it's also a little angsty. I had to. I was desperate for angst TW: Unprotected sex, and...nothing else. I'm so bad at this

I come out of the bathroom, fresh as a dewdrop and see Gavin against the headboard of the bed, clothed in his tee and shorts, reading papers with his glasses on. It’s never used often, those glasses. Kept in a black zipped case, it remains on the bedside table ready for use when he wants to. Rather, when he has a splitting headache after reading too much too closely. Though, there are times when he adorns those golden spectacles for the surprised glint in my eyes that leads to heat spreading to my cheeks which results in me tugging my bottom lip with my teeth. 

I have an inkling of why it’s there today because the second I emerge from my shower, his eyes meet mine immediately in a gaze that tells me he’s not OK. It’s the kind where his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Behind that gaze is the lethargy of his recent mission that ended after a month, a sadness of which he has experienced that he’s yet to tell me. He looks like he’s about to cry driven by fear of loss. Ringed with dark circles, the reports he ought to be reading are abandoned with an unfocused mind. 

I stride towards Gavin, with a resolve of eliminating the feelings which feed into that look. He puts the papers aside and the spectacles on it, arms at his side to welcome my presence on his body. I don’t even bother changing into my pyjamas, only removing my bathrobe and tossing it onto the chair, knowing that his clothes would be strewn all over the floor. Clad only in my delicates, my legs straddle his hips. He cups my behind and pushes me up, securing me comfortably above him, levelled to his face. My hair falls encasing us in a curtain of floral vanilla scent—a secret reprieve, only the two of us share.

Our hands fiddle with our clothes—mine are gone in no time, my fingers move on to his shorts, pull it down in one go and throw it haphazardly. He’s bare and chuckling when he looks at me. “Don’t worry, the other half of my body won’t dare run away.” 

The delivery of that line should have me laughing but his voice is as empty as a hollow tree, something he tries to mask with cheekiness but fails. Though it twinges within, I don’t point it out. Instead I reciprocate with the intended cadence and smack his chest lightly, “I’ll be sure to use that line when you tear my clothes in shreds.”

He purposely averts his eyes all innocently with a satisfied smile on his face. The back of my fingers absentmindedly runs over his cheek as he tucks the spilling locks of my hair to one side. “What’s on your mind?” I ask. 

There, it’s that look again. That look in his eyes tells me he’s so afraid. He breathes heavily and pulls me closer into his warm embrace, protectively cradling the back of my head. I wait for his shaky breaths to dwindle and answer though I know it won’t come as easily. I look back at him to see his eyes glisten wistfully and then he says, “I’m so happy that you’re here with me.”

My face twists first into confusion and then understanding. I don’t pry further because that one line tells me everything I need to know. A smile forms on my face as I cup his cheeks. “There’s no place I will be than in your arms, my love.” 

The smile he gives me is loving and grateful as he brings me into his embrace once more. There’s a small lump forming in my throat, but I swallow it. There will be no tears for now, not when he needs my strength—and it comes full force as my fingers ghost over the deep lines on his body

All sizes with pains that ache my heart. I dance over the fresh gash across his sternum like they’re hot coals burning my fingers. Yes, it burns. It burns my entire being, makes my blood boil that he has to put himself through countless horrors—yes it is not deep, but the marking remains sufficiently angry to leave a scar crossing both his pecs. 

My thoughts halt when he looks at me with a pensive gaze. I remind myself that anger is not what I need now as well. I’ll not let him have the chance to comfort me, not when he’s clearly in need of some love. So, before he utters anything, I kiss lips, one he gladly sinks into. Desperate and breathless it becomes and it makes me float, taking away my mind that would eventually travel down the path of bitter horrifying stories it conjures. 

I caress his cheek with the back of my knuckles. Kiss all over his face. He chuckles as I flutter my eyelashes across his skin. I look into his eyes, tired but always exuding gentle love that sends a rush of warmth through my body. 

No words leave my lips, it only moves to join his again. Our kisses are unhurried and languid, a sweet dance. We save exploring each other’s bodies for another day, for today we yearn only for the warmth such nakedness provides. I raise and sink slowly down his cock. The chorus of sounds leave our lips at the pleasure of fullness we both feel, feeling so close to one another, the warmth that one can only feel when they’re skin to skin. 

One of his hands stays resting on my bottom and the other sneaks up to hold my nape, mine finds its way to the soft strands of his hair, and they stay put for anchor. I feel him engorged and pulsing in me. The burn of my core, the stickiness my legs feel and the incredible need to rise and slam hard into his body. I ignore all the impulse, instead we rock our bodies to a slow rhythm. Moving together and savouring the deliberate thrusts. 

Gavin’s lips caress my neck until they land at the corner of mine. “You feel so good,” he whispers against my lips, choking my sighs once more in a reverent kiss. Tonight, I let my lips take away his grief, my body take away his pain. Perhaps after, words will be shared once more, dead in the twilight wrapped around in sheets heated by the warmth of our bodies. 

The waves of pleasure crests within us yet we never hasten. I feel the usual jolt in my tummy, one look at him tells me we’re both about to fall over the cliff. “Together,” I tell him and he’s about to pull away when I stop him, clamping down. “I want it inside.” He stills, eyes wide as he stares at me for a few seconds. The question is clear. Are you sure? 

Softly he asks to confirm his thoughts, “Is that what you want or are you doing this because you think I want it?” 

I yearn, and perhaps I am doing this for him. But I don’t care. I know he’s the man I want to spend all my nights with wrapped in our sheets, the only one whose golden eyes I ache to meet when I wake. Somehow I know he needs that as well. To be so close to one another until the air we breathe diminishes. 

“I want it…,” breathlessly it dispels from my lips. 

I look at him and his eyes are glassy and dark to a deep shade of bourbon as he kisses my forehead. 

“Then come with me,” says Gavin.

We’re in one tight embrace as our bodies rock once more—a little faster, and within a few seconds we come undone in a gentle rush. I have no plans to move, to feel the emptiness that will instantly wash over—he doesn’t either when his hands stay tight around me. I feel the warmth of the duvet around my skin as we kiss goodnight and say I love yous before we drift to a slumber. 

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A/N: Thank you for reading❤️ Updates will be quite slow since I'm working now. I had this piece in the drafts as I wrote it immediately after Morning. I waited so long only because I wanted to post it by order but the Afternoon piece is taking longer than expected. It's really out of my comfort zone, so writing it has been a slow process. To those of you reading, I appreciate your patience~

Credits to @cafekitsune for the lovely dividers😚

© YOURSSINFULLYQUICHE2023 — no part of this writing shall be plagiarised, translated or reposted in any way. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

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[multifandom-worlds]

Wearing My Clothes

Genre: Fluff Word count: 580 Warnings: N/A Author's Note: Happy Birthday, @darling-dummy-blogs. I love you; thank you for sticking around through everything the past year or so! I appreciate the hell out of you! I hope you like your gift!

I watch Cassie laugh, closing her eyes and lifting her head to the sky, letting the raindrops land on her face. I stand with my umbrella above my head, listening to the soft patter of the rain while my beautiful wife dances and twirls in the rain. We were returning to my place after a date when the skies opened up, leaving us caught in the middle of a shower. Where I immediately grab the umbrella, which would easily fit the 2 of us, Cassie kicks off her shoes and runs down the sidewalk, giggling the entire time. 

"Are you having fun there, my dear?" I chuckle, walking a few steps behind her, her shoes in my hand. She giggles more, jumping into a puddle and splashing water up her thighs. I hold in a chuckle, watching her dance around in the rain, getting herself absolutely drenched in the process. She fails to remember that we aren’t going to her apartment; we’re going to mine, where she has no clothes save for a bralette and a pair of panties. 

A few minutes later, we make it to the front door of my building. Closing my umbrella, I quickly put in the code and opened the door, getting us in from the rain. We walked down the long hallways to my place, earning suspicious glances from my neighbours. “I offered the umbrella; she just chose to get wet. This was all her own doing.” 

“I’m going to go get out of these wet clothes and grab a shower if that’s okay?” Cassie asks, even though I know she already knows the answer. I laugh, following her upstairs so I can also change out of my wet clothes. “Towels are in the closet outside the door. Don’t use up all the hot water!” 

Cassie jumps into the shower, humming a tune to herself while I put on a dry pair of slacks and a dry t-shirt, gathering her up a t-shirt for her to wear, plus her sports bra and panties, when she inevitably remembers that she has nothing here. Not that I am bothered by the fact that she always wears my clothes whenever she’s here, but I love seeing how my shirts hand off her body and read her mid-thigh. There’s something so damn hot about it.

Hearing the water turn off, I gather the garments in my hand and head out of my room, waiting by the closed bathroom door. “Uh… Victor..” She calls out. “Can I borrow something to wear? I forgot to bring clothes again….”

I laugh, opening the door and going to place the clothes on the counter for her. “There are clothes on the counter for you, my dear. I knew you forgot them, why not just pack a bag and leave it here? Although that would be the smart thing to do, now wouldn’t it?” 

“HEY!” 

“Oh, my favourite dummy.” I smile before leaving the bathroom to give her some privacy. I headed downstairs to pull up a movie for us to watch once she was done. I was lost in thought, contemplating many useless things, when her form came into my line of sight, bare legs up till high thigh. I swallow hard, readjusting my slacks before pulling her onto my lap. 

She squeals slightly before settling into my lap, sliding a hand up her bare thigh. “You look great in my clothes, by the way. Perhaps you should “forget” your clothes more often.”

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[darling-dummy-blogs]

Few Minutes till Midnight- Victor Li

Summary: A remembrance of the past year leaves Cassie filled with love and appreciation for the life she has, one she will cherish for as long as she has, just as midnight was slowly approaching.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 762 words.

Notes: Happy New Year Everyone! 🎉 May your 2023 be filled with happiness, love, and good luck. Thank you for sticking around with me for another year, I will forever be grateful to those who have been by my side this past year ❤

Cassandra leaned against the balcony, with a warm cardigan wrapped around her as she stared out into the beautiful golden view that was Loveland City on the late night of New Years Eve. Her beautiful home.

It's been.. one eventful year. But a year she will never forget. Many great memories were made this year and she will forever cherish and hold them close to her heart. But…

There was one person in particular who she will always love and cherish. And she couldn't help the smile that graced her lips, as she thought of this particular person. 

Her husband, Victor. 

The man who has been by her side through it all. The man who showed her what true love was. The man who cherished and protected her through all the good and all the bad times. She wouldn't have made it this far if it wasn't for him. 

He's made her smile, made her laugh and most importantly made her feel loved and appreciated. 

He completed her, and she will always appreciate everything he's done for her. Much like right now, as she stared out at the city, her mind began wandering back through time recalling the memories they've made this past year and how happy they've been since they were married. 

She smiled more at that, unaware of her husband stepping out onto the balcony to join her. 

It wasn't until he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him which initially startled her in the process, as well as the words that fell from his lips in a soft yet endearing tone, "Just what is going through that little head of yours that's making you smile like a dummy, my sweet?" 

She jumped slightly, feeling him suddenly appear behind her without warning. She lightly scolded him with a small smack to his arm, making him chuckle and hold her tighter as she rested her hands over his, a laugh escaping her whilst she answered him. "Just.. Thinking about you. That's all." She lifted her head up slightly as she gazed up at him, smiling. 

Victor smiled, gazing down at her, "Yeah? What about me?"  

'Just.. All the memories we've made this year.. And how lucky and grateful I am to have you in my life." She smiles, making his heart pound in his chest. 

His smile widened, similar to her previously, "Is that so? Well, its no wonder you were smiling like a dummy." He teases. 

She giggles, shifting in his arms to face him properly, wrapping her arms around his neck, "You're one to talk. You're smiling like a dummy right now!" 

"Mhm, who's fault is that? Yours. You've occupied every last thought I've had for the last couple of years now. I blame you entirely." He laughs. 

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah yeah you say that but you secretly love it." 

"I never said it was a secret, my love." He chuckles, moving a hand to tuck away strands of hair from her face, he leaned down, closer to her, their noses nuzzling against one another. 

Her cheeks flushed slightly followed by the pounding of her heart within her chest. The warmth spread all over her. She only smiled, leaning into him. "Well I will always make it known that you occupy my every thought everyday. Thank you for being in my life. And for being the best husband that I could have ever asked for." 

He chuckles, "I should be the one thanking you, my sweetest girl. Thank you for being the brightest light in my life. I wouldn't be the man I am today if it wasn't for you. So thank you, for being my everything.." He softly says, staring deeply into her eyes as he gently cupped her cheek into his hand. 

Cassie instinctively leaned into his touch, before leaning up, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss to which he immediately reciprocated, just as the clock struck midnight. 

It was now the new year.. A new year filled with many more possibilities, adventures, and memories to be made. Good or bad.

What both of them knew was that they would go through it all as long as they were doing it together.  

With the clock striking midnight, came the sound of fireworks going off, filling the couple's surroundings as they eventually pulled away for a breath of air. 

The vividly bright colors spread across the night sky as they gazed into each other's eyes lovingly with happy smiles on their faces. 

"Happy New Year, My Love." Victor softly whispered with a smile.

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[night-chant]

MLQC Scenario - Miss. Love: King’s Choice (Role Swap AU)

Wait no hear me outt

Featuring: MLQC Guys + reader

Synopsis: There’s this new otome game but there’s no way he’d have any interest in these sort of things. That is until he saw a certain pixelated character through the screen . . .

Warning: None---enjoy the madness loool

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Victor:

stage 1: denial

When Victor first heard of Miss. Love: King’s Choice, he was really put off by it---the title sounds ridiculous, the game mechanics doesn’t seem entertaining cuz really, why would he get excited over virtual cards?

stage 2: curiosity

Apparently the game is really successful, proven through the engagement on social media posts and promotions about the game online. 

The algorithm would constantly feature you---front and center with your beaming smile as you sat on a floral swing adorned in roses. It was your most iconic SSR . . .

aHEm forget his phone, he would still hear passerby talked about it---he would never admit how much his attention sharpened at the sound of your name whenever they talked about you, your elegance and courage found within your dates and chapters.

Eventually, he would download MLKC as a joke, ready to nitpick everything about it, internally promising himself to uninstall if---I mean WHEN it gets boring.

Although he complains about aspects of it, he never really did???

stage 3: embarrassment

Will hide it from anyone from a two-meter radius.

When Goldman walked nearby, Victor would stare at the calculator app so...stiffly…

stage 4: acceptance

He will get over his embarrassment soon (you bet he would get your top-up cards yesssss)

You know that lead board for every love interest in Momentos for Bond Points? Victor was always ALWAYS at the top for yours.

And so when it was your featured day in Box Office, everyone gotta watch out cuz he will be at the top in Box Office too XD

Lucien:

The toys at the orphanage didn’t appeal to one of the children and she was bored out of her minddd

Lucien tried to offer ideas and the more the little girl reject every one of them, the more crazy his ideas got just to mess with her lolol

Like noo professor sir I don’t want to read that Quantum Physics textbook plz noo XD

He finally managed to make her happy when he offered his phone. He didn’t have any games on it, but she was welcomed to download some as long as he approved of them. (He wasn’t a dad but that didn’t stop him from acting like one lol)

He was expecting like dress up games or UNO but what she chose ... well..

“Are you sure?” Lucien asked as he carefully eyed the preview contents of MLKC. “It seems harmless but unfortunately, I don’t think you’re the target audience.”

The little girl pouted. “But this lady looks like a superrr beautiful princess!! Did you see her hair and dress? Look look!” She swiped to the image of your profile. Robed in a simple yet stunning lavender dress, you held elegance in your posture and innocence in your eyes. 

The little girl poked Lucien’s cheekbone. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Is that a yes?”

He smiled after recovering from his daze. “It seems that the princess has convinced me too.”

They were your firm loyal supporters from then on lol

He was always pushed into dealing with the gacha pulls especially after you came home to him many times aww

Even after visiting the orphanage, Lucien might admit he read all of your unlocked dates on his own lol

Kiro:

He ain’t picky with any kind of games, his phone was full of all sorts of them (he had the dream phone storage space sighh)

He has rpg, shooting, ones where you just raise farm animals ,...webkinz?? So an otome game isn’t a strange exception. 

Although he didn’t really download it for the romance, he instantly gravitated to your charisma to the MC player. Your compassion made his heart swoon and now all he thought about was romancee

And when you sung happy birthday to him on his special day?? His heart almost couldn’t handle your angelic, lovely voice.

Screenshotted your dates all the time ---he demands new content asappp

Kiro consistently voiced his support to you like the biggest stan to anyone who would listen (i am so sorry Savin the car rides to the tour performances will feel much longer now)

Kiro got excited over any event and raved about how gorgeous the art in your karmas are.

His manager sighed as Kiro was nearly bouncing off the walls. “What are you going on about now??”

“Savinsavinsavin look at the new karma I got! Doesn’t Miss. Chips look perfect??”

“Kiro, that is a R karma.”

Offended, Kiro wrapped his arm protectively around his phone as he glared at Savin. “!! ANd I need to frame it on my wall.”

He had all your merch in his room. Your posters, your pins, your figurine, your body pillow--

Lately, his songs was all about one girl and fans had no clue who was his secret girlfriend cuz the only one he ever posts about was a game character??

Gavin:

When it came to media, this guy lived under a rock. The latest movie’s gigantic, bright ad could be flashing in front of his face and a lone smol bird by the streetlight would catch his attention first.

So how on Earth was he gonna find out about the mysterious, subtle mobile game Miss. Love King’s Choice??

Uhhh

He was kinda peer pressured by Minor . . .

Minor: yooo brooo i know a girl who is sooo your type and she is right here!

Gavin: Really? Where? 

The only pedestrians in the streets were an elderly couple.

When he sees you in Minor’s phone screen, he was concerned. He had two thoughts:

1) Minor played dating simulation games?

2) Oh no why does this virtual character look cute?

Cute was an understatement. How you cuddled with big fluffy dogs in your SR or how you were very much embracing the look of your long veil in your wedding SSR.

Gavin acted/tried to convince himself he wasn’t interested in playing MLKC but nevertheless, he would look over when Minor was doing the dailies in order to get a chance to have a glimpse of you.

“C’mon, bro, drop the act and download the game!” Minor said when he caught Gavin low-key eyeing over at his phone. “Do it and I’ll stop tapping on your girl’s forehead.”

Gavin glared. “Stop doing that.”

(but then how was he supposed to read the next dialogue?? Anywhere else would earn Minor sthg way worse than Gavin’s glare QAQ) 

If Minor knew what was good for himself, he gotta make it clear his favourite character was NOT you.

Gavin maaybe did some research about a certain character…

”Huhhh?? I didn’t know she could control flowers and plants???”

”Minor, there were clear hints: lilies grew where she walked at the end of chapter 2.”

Eventually, Gavin ended up playing the game. He enjoyed the moments where his MC player gets to save you in dangerous moments of the story.

He always associated you with cuteness until he read your Valentine SP’s Mind Quest his face is completely red aAH 

He was a bit defensive when people criticize your character though so watch outtt

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This is my second attempt to make you smile lol I hope you enjoy it!!

Masterlist

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[ivyginkgo]

NEVER HAVE TIME FOR TAKE A REST 😭😭

Need Gavin fluffy story, what's your favorite Gavin's date story? let me know, I already miss a lot of event from my last time translating 😭💔

I'll hear Gavin Right Beside You first to relax my soul 😌

Let me know your fav one too 🤍

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[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC’s Lucien Cabin Date English Translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

"Alright~ just another tiny ten minutes of bed lazing."

"Only ten minutes?"

"Um... how about an extra ten minutes then?"

"Just twenty minutes?"

"...Just twenty minutes! Lucien, you're not allowed to tempt me again."

His triumphant laugh is muffled in my ears. I have always been powerless against him and I bite his collarbone in frustration.

[Part 1]

Dim light penetrates the darkness and falls onto my retina. The world feels warm, shedding the drowsiness bit by bit like the ebbing tide.

Sunlight generously pours in from the three surrounding French windows, illuminating this wooden cabin atop the mountain.

I rub my eyes. After adjusting to the light, I look out the window.

Shadows of trees covered in snow are particularly clear. The sea of white seems to lead to the end of the world. It makes me momentarily feel as if I'm lying in the snowy expanse of the mountain woods.

Lucien: (in a sleepy but gentle voice) Good morning.

His warmth envelops my back, carrying the familiar scent that wraps around me. I smile as I turn around, and fall into an even more beautiful dream.

MC: (smiles softly) Morning. So you're awake too.

Lucien: It seems my wake-up duty was taken care of by the "early bird" today.

MC: Pfft, blame it on the overly enthusiastic first ray of morning sunshine. Great Professor Lucien, just let it be~

Lucien squints his eyes, exuding a rare sense of laziness and sleepiness. I can't help but poke his face, and he seizes my finger, pulling me into a tighter embrace.

Lucien: (whispers sleepily) Then, don't take advantage of its goodwill. Let's just indulge a little longer.

His warm breath falls on top of my head, and I affectionately nuzzle into his embrace, closing my eyes contentedly.

MC: Alright~ just another tiny ten minutes of bed lazing.

Lucien: (chuckles softly) Only ten minutes?

MC: Um... how about an extra ten minutes then?

Lucien: (whispers with temptation) Just twenty minutes?

MC: ...Just twenty minutes! Lucien, you're not allowed to tempt me again.

His triumphant laugh is muffled in my ears. I have always been powerless against him and I bite his collarbone in frustration.

MC: Although lazing around doing nothing with you for two days is not bad.

MC: But it’s better to welcome the sunrise and embrace the sunlight at the earliest moment, I always feel that casually neglecting these moments would be too unfair to the weekend.

Lucien: It sounds like you already have a rough plan for this short vacation.

The window sill beads with faint droplets due to the temperature difference and the warm sunlight bathes people warmly but also uplifts our moods.

MC: Haha, can we consider wandering freely and stopping as we please as a plan?

Lucien: Mm, of course.

The arms around my back tighten imperceptibly and the skin pressed together takes on the same warmth.

It makes one irresistibly sink deep into it.

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MC: It's really comfortable... How about we start over our twenty-minute bed-lazing time from now?

Lucien: (chuckles) As long as you want, we can start over as many times as you like.

[Part 2]

Actually, this weekend trip was a "spur-of-the-moment" idea that came up during a barbecue yesterday.

=Flashback start=

Lucien: Seasonal affective disorder?

I nod, picking up a large piece of diaphragm from the sizzling tray. After rolling it around in the dry dish, I satisfyingly stuff it into my mouth.

MC: Today, I heard Kiki and the others chatting about this topic.

I say this while taking a big bite of blueberry cake. The perfectly balanced creamy sweetness makes me squint my eyes in satisfaction.

MC: People tend to feel sleepy and lack energy in winter, which is caused by insufficient sunlight exposure.

MC: The best solution is to eat barbecue and sweets in the sunlight. The principle seems to be... regulating serotonin levels?

MC: Although I'm not an expert, it does seem quite effective!

MC: Right now, I feel there's nothing happier than being with someone I like, having a barbecue and cake on the best sunny afternoon in winter!

Lucien looks thoughtful as he gazes at the sunlight outside, his eyes sweeping over the barbecue and sweets on the table. He smiles and picks up a piece of beef, offering it to me.

Lucien: (chuckles) So that's how it is.

Detecting the teasing tone in his voice, I obediently pick up a piece of beef tongue and place it on his plate.

Lucien: (teasingly) I thought the Great Producer came all the way to have lunch with me, but it turns out to be a small scientific experiment?

MC: I wouldn't dare to show off in front of the great scientist.

MC: Moreover, Professor Lucien. If that's the case, then you are the biggest variable in this experiment.

Lucien raises an eyebrow slightly, showing a look of attentiveness.

MC: Whether it's sunshine, barbecue, or cake, perhaps they indeed have scientific bases for regulating physiological functions.

His gaze consistently rests on me, and I vaguely feel my cheeks warming. It's hard to discern if it's from the charcoal fire or the sunlight.

MC: But there are also many things that defy reason, beyond the reach of scientific proof.

MC: For example, in my case, your presence is the best way to regulate my physiological well-being.

MC: ...Why are you silent?

Lucien: I'm just thinking, this is not good.

MC: Um?

Lucien: If I don't run faster now, I might not keep up with the Great Producer's ability to say romantic lines.

He says it so matter-of-factly, yet it feels like a small handful of charcoal sparks crackling has landed in my heart.

I smile and push the cake on my side toward him, propping up my chin with a thoughtful expression.

MC: You say... if there are variables, does that mean the combination of sunlight, protein, and sugar is not the sole solution?

Lucien: For example?

Lucien naturally picks up where I left off, and like me, he takes a chopstick, dips it in sauce, and starts drawing on the plate.

MC: For example... if we maximize sunlight while keeping the other two constants, would the sense of satisfaction still be the same?

Lucien: If you sequentially control the variables, perhaps different chemical reactions might indeed occur.

I feel as if we're not in a barbecue restaurant but in his office, facing a whiteboard, discussing some important and profound problem.

His deep, profound eyes narrow slightly, and the fingertips of his other hand rhythmically tap on the tabletop.

Lucien: For example, embracing the sunlight at the moment of sunrise?

MC: That seems to be the idea!

Seemingly thinking of something, Lucien picks up his phone and makes a few taps. When he hands it over to me, the screen displays a confirmation for booking a homestay.

The planned duration is three days and two nights, with the check-in starting today. Judging by the uploaded photos and address, the homestay seems to be located in a mountainous area around Loveland City.

MC: This is…

He pauses, takes my fingertip, and lands it on the phone screen.

Lucien: Since we want to embrace the sunlight as soon as possible, let's go to a place where we can see the sunrise earliest.

Lucien: It's less than three hundred kilometers from here, enough for us to arrive before sunrise.

Lucien: Alright, MC. Now, we can set off whenever you're ready.

=Flashback Ends=

I naturally won't refuse Lucien, even if this weekend trip is indeed a bit unexpected.

In the end, we only indulged in bed for an extra hour before getting up to have breakfast.

The wooden cabin is not large but intricately decorated.

The floor is almost entirely covered with a plush, floral-patterned rug, making the room exceptionally warm.

Two vintage brown sofas are adorned with lace cushions, and in the center is a charming round wooden table with a vase of fresh flowers.

On the side, there's a petite desktop chalkboard with elegant chalk handwriting that reads, "Enjoy your weekend :)."

MC: Lucien, look. The freezer even has instant-heating pizza and pasta, and there's even family-sized ice cream...?

MC: This host must have been too prepared.

Lucien lifts his hand and turns the small vase counterclockwise. With a faint click, a "wall" springs back half an inch, revealing a dark gap.

Lucien: Not only that, I found a hand-drawn map and very professional outdoor equipment in the cabinet at the entrance.

Lucien: It seems that besides being hospitable, the owner of this house also has an adventurous spirit.

Behind the wall is a wooden ladder leading to the attic. It creaks when I step on it but surprisingly is spotless despite its age.

At the top, vintage-colored lights hang in the attic that I can reach with my hand. Facing each other are two leather recliners, there's a nostalgic wall-mounted telephone on the wall.

I blink in astonishment until colors start dancing before my eyes.

Lucien, who pressed the switch behind me, withdraws his hand, and his gaze falls heavily on me.

[Part 3]

Lucien: I think, this place seems to be more than just a display room.

-

Time remains silent but magically presents the traces of the past in front of us. These seemingly decorative antiques feel like silent witnesses.

A strange and wonderful feeling inexplicably arises in my heart, and I squeeze the hand that is holding mine.

MC: Even though we are just temporary "owners" here, it feels like our lives have intersected with another life for a moment.

Lucien: Perhaps the connection between people is inherently objective.

Lucien: Subjective choices or external influences can lead to the occurrence of a relationship, whether it's meeting, running in parallel, or missing each other.

Lucien's gaze falls on the only source of light in the attic, and I feel as if I can see a colorful and shining reflection of myself in those eyes.

MC: Can we call it fate?

Lucien: Hmm. I'm afraid fate may not be sufficient to encompass it all.

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Lucien: The ripples created by a stone thrown into the lake often not only touch oneself but also reach the person on the other shore.

Lucien: Therefore, before these ripples die down, let's go and explore further.

Before heading out, we take the hand-drawn map and basic outdoor gear left by the landlord, along with a mysterious key that also remains in the cabinet.

Following the map's directions, we arrive at the hill behind the small cabin. In the distance, a lonely lighthouse comes into view.

MC: Is anyone there—

The spacious tower echoes with a muffled sound. As I glance at the not-so-long spiral staircase, I'm about to say something when I hear Lucien's voice.

Lucien: Excuse me—

The deep voice engulfs the trailing notes of my echo. Seeing Lucien mimicking my posture by tilting his head back, I can't help but laugh.

He looks down at me, giving a little shake to our holding hands.

Lucien: Let's go, we've already greeted it.

Ascending the tiered stairs, we quickly reach the top of the tower. There's a rusty iron door, entwined with dark green vines, that leads to a partially open observation deck, revealing the panoramic view of the entire mountain forest.

I walk to the edge of the railing, overlooking the lush landscape adorned with patches of pristine white. I can't resist taking out my phone to capture this scene.

Lucien suddenly calls my name, making me turn my head in confusion.

MC: Ah—this place is so beautiful~ Even the air feels fresher!

Lucien: MC

He holds a telescope, his dark eyes firmly focused there, as if looking into a more distant place through the lens.

Subconsciously, I aim the camera at him.

And as if sensing my gaze, he turns his head to look at me.

The air is tinged with a faint chill, and the white world is illuminated by sunlight. A cold wind passes through, causing the thick snow on the pine trees to fall into fine, fragmented pieces.

The eyes that were gazing at the world just a second ago are now filled only with me.

Time seems to have stopped, frozen in this moment when he looks at me.

The echoes in the valley resonate with the rhythm of my heartbeat, and even the sunlight seems to favor him, gently falling on his swaying hair.

"Click". I hold up the frozen frame to him, speaking confidently.

Lucien: (teasingly) Weren't we here to capture the scenery?

MC: I am capturing the scenery, you know.

MC: The best scenery is right in front of me. Of course, I have to capture him first~

Lucien's eyes soften. He pulls me into his embrace, and gently rests his chin on the top of my head. Using my hands, he raises the telescope to my eyes.

Lucien: I just spotted an interesting scene, I wouldn't want you to miss it.

I blink my eyes. In the magnified view, the snowy cedar trees appear soft, and a faint shadow can be seen leaping on the snowy ground.

Suddenly, a fluffy brown bundle comes out of nowhere, shaking its head while glancing around. The next moment, it plunges into the snow.

MC: It's a groundhog!!

I exclaim softly, my gaze following that splash of brown, watching as it quickly pops out from another part of the snowy landscape, shaking off a pile of snow, thoroughly enjoying itself.

MC: Hahaha, is it having fun all by itself?

Lucien: Yes and no.

A soft laughter echoes above my head as Lucien tightens his arms, hugging me even closer.

Lucien: After all, in a certain sense, this snowy landscape and sunshine are its companions.

MC: So, the entire mountain forest is its playground.

Perhaps the serene scenery before us prompts a tacit understanding, and we both refrain from speaking. Instead, we nestle close, gazing in the same direction and listening to the echoes of nature.

Stepping on the thin snow beneath our feet brings a crisp sensation, mingled with the rustling sound of the wind sweeping through the mountain forest, creaking and crunching.

MC: Lucien, listen.

Suddenly, I think of something and can't help but smile, then I step on the snow on the ground again.

Crunch, crunch.

At this moment, the entire valley is left with only this one sound.

MC: Isn't it very special? It sounds just like laughter.

Lucien: Mm. It seems like we've discovered the world’s happiness by accident.

As the golden edges of distant mountains slowly come into view at the end of our sight, we leave the lighthouse and begin a leisurely descent along the stone steps in the opposite direction of the small cabin.

-

[Part 4]

Warm yellow ground lights illuminate the winding path, and following the map's guidance, we pass by a lake and a mountain cave.

A chubby snowman, wrapped in a scarf, stands by the roadside with a delightful smile.

Following the distinctive icons on the map, we explore this snowy forest, novelly experiencing the joy brought by this "snowy mystery box".

MC: Lucien, what do you think that little cabin is?

Not far from our line of sight, there sits an exceptionally small wooden cabin. The reddish-brown bricks appear remarkably warm against the snowy landscape.

Curiously, I approach and discover that the name on the doorplate is the same as the cabin owner. However, the entrance is tightly shut, and it seems like there's no one inside.

Recalling the key in my pocket whose purpose I don't know, I widen my eyes and take it out, looking towards Lucien.

MC: Could it be…

Lucien: It appears that we've discovered the true purpose of this key.

He reassuringly lifts the corners of his mouth, raising the hand-drawn map adorned with various symbols.

MC: But wouldn't it be a bit abrupt if we just open the door and go in like this…?

Lucien: I don't think there should be such concerns.

Lucien: Perhaps, this is the "special easter egg" left for us by the interesting landlord.

As we step into the wooden cabin, the entire interior instantly brightens up as if welcoming us.

The entire house doesn't seem very large, but due to the sparse furnishings, it appears somewhat spacious at a glance.

Tiny string lights decorate the surroundings of the room, and the wallpaper is covered with hand-drawn castles and trees, whimsically crooked yet exceptionally charming.

The curtain of the small theater nearby is slightly ajar, and a tent nestles in the corner next to a low bookshelf. The picture book spread out on the floor, bears the traces of some mischievous little child's fondness and reluctance to part with it.

A very familiar small blackboard is leaning diagonally near the entrance, seemingly imbued with a soft and cozy fragrance.

"Welcome, hope you can enjoy here.:)"

It seems like we've stumbled into a dreamy fairy-tale world here, where there are no worries or boundaries, and imagination can turn into reality.

[Lux’s remarks: sobbing at this particular line because of what happened in main story :”D]

MC: (smiles happily) It feels like we've all turned into little kids here~

Lucien: Being little kids is good too.

I walk around the small theater in a circle and notice there are even a few hand puppets on the stage. Perhaps they are props used for performances during gatherings.

Just as I was about to show it off to Lucien, I turned around to find him earnestly flipping through some picture books.

His demeanor becomes softer, I gaze quietly for a moment, and suddenly an idea forms in my mind.

MC: Hello there, little friend!

I crouch behind the wooden board, lifting a small girl puppet high and wiggling my fingers.

[Note: remember that since MC hides behind the board, she can’t see or expect what Lucien will do-]

The little girl with braided hair cutely shakes her head, joyfully calling out to her best friend.

The world pauses for a moment, and soon a familiar voice rings out.

Lucien: (in amused voice) Hello.

The smiling voice draws nearer. Although I can’t see Lucien’s face right now, I can almost picture those eyes brimming with laughter.

MC: I didn't expect anyone else to come and play here. I'm MC. What's your name?

Lucien: I’m Lucien.

Something has grasped my hand, and a faint warmth seeps through the fabric.

MC: Well, little Lucien, would you like to play with me?

Lucien: I’d be delighted to join your game. But I’m not sure if you’d mind. After all…

I look up to see a little fox hugging the little girl.

Lucien: I’m just a little fox.

Lucien crouches on the other side of the wooden board, with that hug remaining in mid-air, softening my heart a bit.

MC: It doesn't matter if you're a little fox.

MC: I like the little fox the most.

The little girl also hugs back tightly, using her hand to gently stroke the little fox's head.

Lucien: Can I get even closer to you?

As the little girl nods vigorously, Lucien's face appears under the brightness.

Lucien: There are still many things I want to accomplish together with you.

MC: Come here, dear little fox!

He doesn't make the little fox let go of the girl's embrace. Instead, while maintaining that hug, he walks behind the wooden board and crouches down next to me.

Lucien: Now, we’re together.

His voice is gentle but sounds as certain as a conclusion of a story.

MC: Well then, let's set off! Today is going to be a good day.

I pick up the rainbow sun puppet prop and wave it over the heads of the two puppets.

He curves his lips, and in those deep, serene eyes, I feel like I see every moment of wonder and dreamy fantasy we've had these past few days.

MC: Where should we go?

Lucien: With such good weather and being with you, we can experience many, many wonderful things.

It seems like a conversation between a little girl and a small fox, but at the same time, it feels like ours.

Lucien: After all, the person who makes wonders happen…. is right by my side.

MC: So, you must have had things you wanted to do before, right? Are you not worried about the "plan" going off-course?

Lucien: Although you're not wrong, I don't think it's a bad thing.

Lucien: Unexpected branches born outside the plan also hold meaningful significance.

The small fox raises its hand and touches the little girl's head, while Lucien also hugs me.

MC: So what you're saying is it's okay to do whatever you want? Even if it doesn't have meaning.

Lucien: I believe "meaning" itself has no fixed definition.

His scent envelops me, gently surrounding me like snow.

Lucien: For instance, right now, I want to hug you, and that is the entire meaning of this moment.

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[Lux’s short rambles]

AHHHHHH what a really cute date ~~if we ignore hidden knives that can only be found after you read main story~~. Their interactions are just so heartwarming and sweet huhu. The way it started with them waking up together in the morning and then negotiating with bed lazing is both cute and hilarious. Lucien’s sleepy but gentle voice and triumphant laugh when he gets what he wants just make me SWOON; Their morning banter is reminiscent of Lucien’s Mini House Story when MC is lazing around and Lucien punished her by leaving a mark on her collarbone (funny how the table turned huh-). Lucien’s rare display of childishness and laziness is like uncovering a different side of him.

The barbeque scenes- I can see that MC is a good ‘student’, she learns how to say romantic lines from its master so well. I love how the whole weekend getaway is more of a “spur-of-moment” thing compared to Lucien’s usual style of planning things thoroughly and, in a way is a reference to Lucien’s previous date like [Slow Motion Fireworks MQ] and [Wild Luxury Date].

The whole date feels magical and childlike. The way Lucien and MC explore the snowy landscape, discovering a lighthouse, a groundhog playing in the snow, and then stumbling upon the hidden wooden cabin – it all feels so fantastical and I love every bit of description that the writer wrote. I won’t get tired of saying that, being childlike, for Lucien is a kind of “growth” too.

“The eyes that were gazing at the world just a second ago are now filled only with me.” Is one of my fav lines!! Lucien is someone who always ‘looks’ at the world as a whole, observing it as a scientist. So the transition from observing the external world to focusing on the person he loves is just so!! Ugh. Like a silent declaration that she’s the sole focus of his universe.

And then the discovery of the ‘fairy tale’ cabin! I can’t help but imagine tiny Lucien reading books and then tiny MC calls him over to play puppet with her. The way Lucien chooses the little fox puppet, being clingy even as a puppet (it is as if he’s admitting that yes he is a fox LOL) is cute and funny; the way they end up together is a conclusion that he is sure of (ignoring the main story cough); the way he regards her as marvel (ie. one that causes wonder/magic) my heart can’t take them :”D. ! Not to mention dialogue about doing things outside the plan and finding meaning in the unexpected (even if the meaning is as simple as 'want to be with you)– they’re just so profound and beautiful.

#THEY'RE SO CUTE HJBDSBHBHDF #daily dose of fluff to tend the big gaping hole that main story left me fr #from lazing around in bed together #to the magical adventure that they have... i love everything about this date sob sob #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc spoiler #mlqc cn #mlqc #mlqc translation #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc xu mo #mlqc spoilers

[thedummysdummy]

Missing You

The fading rays of sunshine painted the landscape in shades of orange and gold, with purple undertones filling the places where shadows crept in to start the darkness. Each reflective leaf and the sparkling ripples in the lake caught the remaining light and used it to signal good night to the heavens. A soft breeze left a cool kiss on the girl’s cheek as it rushed by on its trip to nowhere in particular. 

She looked out over the land from her vantage point high in the hotel, leaning over the balcony just a hair. The metal railing was cold under her elbow which held up her weight while she rested her chin in her palm. She looked up and saw the first few stars beginning to flicker to life, like flowers opening in the springtime. A few birds sang adieu to the sun with melancholy songs which joined chorus with the chirping crickets. 

It was all so lovely that she pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of the scene. No sooner had she taken it than she opened Victor’s contact and sent it to him. “Wish you were here to stand over the countryside and watch the sunset with me.” 

“It’s quite nice, yes. Just stay focused on your work. We will be together again soon.” The reply came in seconds; a faint smile crossed her lips at the thought of him, phone in hand, waiting to hear from her. The tip of her finger caressed the curve of his cheek on her phone screen, wishing she felt his warmth rather than the cold glass. Perhaps he wasn’t busy, since he’d answered so quickly…

So she tapped ‘call’ and held the phone to her ear. It only rang once before the deep sound of Victor’s voice filled her ear. “A text message wasn’t enough, I see. Unsurprised. How has the trip gone so far? Was the shoot alright today? I saw that it was supposed to rain there today.” 

“Oh, come on. You can’t just admit that you miss me, too?” The girl puffed out her cheeks in annoyance and sat on the small balcony chair. “But we’ve been very successful so far. The locals have been friendly and helpful, so we’re a little bit ahead of schedule. If everything goes according to plan, I might actually get to come home as early as tomorrow afternoon. Or maybe I’ll just stay and do some sight-seeing if nobody is anxious to see me at home.” 

A faint chuckle followed her words, the sound full of fondness. “Well, if a certain dummy would rather sight-see than see me, that’s up to her. But I don’t see why she would ever doubt that I want to see her.” The accusatory tone in his voice sent a soft pang of guilt through her and caused a moment of silence. “Of course I miss you. Now stop staring out of the balcony and get some sleep. I expect you to work extra hard tomorrow so that you can finish early.” 

“You’ve got it, Boss. I’ll make sure we work as efficiently as possible so I can see you tomorrow!” She returned to her room and flopped on the bed, suddenly feeling quite weary. “Victor?” 

“Hm?”

“Can you just talk to me while I fall asleep? I will definitely sleep faster if I can hear your voice…” The girl curled up around her pillow, hugging it tightly. 

Victor grumbled good-naturedly. “I suppose so. What would you like me to talk about?”

“Just…tell me about your day, I guess? It doesn’t really matter what. I just…want to feel like you’re here with me, at least a little bit.” 

And so he obliged. He spoke of meetings, of deals and investments. He told her about difficult clients and Goldman’s latest exploits. The girl set the phone next to her on speaker, and Victor could hear her breathing as it slowly relaxed. When she hadn’t answered him in some time, Victor fell silent and simply listened to her breathe, eyes closed and his phone pressed firmly to his ear. “Good night, my little dummy. I will see you tomorrow.” 

~~~

She was a whirlwind. The crew could feel it, and those who knew her best knew the signs. Anna adjusted the camera and laughed as her boss ran across the set to check a light which had refused to turn on during the last take. Everyone was feeling the excitement of an early wrap, truth be told, but they couldn’t fall apart now. 

“Alright everyone, just two scenes left! Let’s get this take perfect so we can get lunch and get out of here, yes?” The girl stepped out of frame and stood behind the cameraman, fidgeting anxiously as she called the start. The actors sprung to life, delivering their lines and carefully-planned movements with exactness. It seemed her encouragement had sunk deep into the crew’s bones. The prospect of extra time to relax was, indeed, a good motivator. That and the large table of food they knew was waiting inside a nearby shop. 

The girl watched back the take and nodded to herself, until she looked closer and noticed that a support rope could be seen in the background. She scowled and pulled her radio from her hip. It crackled to life as she pressed the talk button. “Backstage crew, we have a support rope visible above the skyline, stage left.” As she spoke, she watched the offending rope until it was pulled away behind one of the building facades. “That’s better. Alright, reset the set for the beginning of the scene and we’ll take it from the top. Effects, I want a little more glow this time. And Alexander, a little more subtle with your delivery. We’re on camera, not the stage today.” 

Within moments, the scene was reset and the crew was ready for another take. The girl pulled a small bottle of water from the bin nearby and drained it as a bead of sweat ran down the back of her neck. The sun had reached its highest point in the sky and if they weren’t careful, the coming shadows would ruin the scene. “Okay, everyone. Let’s take it from the top! We need to get this outdoor scene filmed before the lighting is ruined.” The crew again took over, running the scene with earnest endeavor. 

Everyone waited with baited breath as the girl examined the take, grinning at the end. “Perfect!! Okay everyone, let’s get everyone over to the indoor set so we can shoot the final scene. Prop masters, double check everything while the actors get changed into their other costumes. Set, I want you to do a final walkthrough and make sure the posters aren’t coming loose again. Especially the one at the top of the stairs. And cameras, I want you to scan the whole set to make sure there’s nothing in the scene that we don’t want to be there.” 

The crew hopped to it, each person attending to their duties as efficiently as they could. Those who weren’t needed inside stayed outside to clean up, making sure everything was packed away so it wouldn’t have to be done later. The girl pulled out her phone and checked the time, nodding to herself. They were a few minutes behind her ideal time, but still far ahead of their projected time. As long as the final scene didn’t fall apart, she would definitely be able to catch a flight back to Loveland this evening. 

She opened her contacts and her finger stopped millimeters from Victor’s name as Anna called out her name from the entrance to the shop where they were filming. “We need more gaff tape from the van! Can you come hold the door open for me while I run out and get some?” The girl sighed, stuffed her phone in her pocket, and began running across the open courtyard toward her friend. “Slow down, Boss! You aren’t going to get home to that man of yours any faster if you trip over a cable and injure yourself. What would Victor say?” 

“He would say ‘Dummy, I’m not going to listen to you complain if you fall and injure yourself because you were rushing instead of being cautious’.” 

The deep, familiar voice caused the girl to stop dead in her tracks and whirl around with eyes wide. A tall and slender form emerged from around a corner and the girl let out a shrill squeal as she launched herself into his arms. “Victor!!” she cried, burying her face in his large, muscular chest. “What are you doing here?! How long have you been standing there?!” 

“A certain someone didn’t believe that I actually missed her, so obviously I had to prove it. I arrived about half way through the last scene.” Victor wrapped one arm around the girl and used the other to lift her chin. Staring deeply into her bright eyes, he dipped his head and roughly pressed his lips against hers, drinking in her breath as if he were dying of thirst. The crew members around them paused for a moment to wolf-whistle and laugh, but that only seemed to egg Victor on further. He wrapped his other arm around her bottom and lifted her up into his arms, cradling her as he kissed her even more deeply. 

When he finally broke away, both parties panted for a moment before Victor put her down and gestured toward the doorway. “I think Anna needed you.” His voice was as calm and flat as ever, despite the fire burning in his eyes. He gestured toward the door and leaned against a nearby tree, shading his eyes with one hand. “Go finish up your work and give me your hotel key. I’m going to drop off my things and come back to pick you up.” The girl pulled her key from her pocket and handed it to Victor, a quizzical look on her face. “What? I thought you wanted to do some sight-seeing when you were done with the shoot. And that you wished I could be here with you. It seems I have allowed both of your requests, so get back to work. I have no patience for dawdling.” 

“Only when you want something,” the girl teased, running her fingers through his hair and brushing his leg with her own as she turned to leave. Victor swallowed hard and watched her go, chuckling at Willow’s calls of ‘GET A ROOM, YOU TWO!’ from the doorway. He lingered for a long moment after she disappeared inside before taking a deep, steadying breath and returning to his rented car. 

Only when he wanted something, indeed.

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