Walnut-chan - Chapter 182: Furina Special Chapter

"You've finally got a free day. It's so rare for you to visit, and Zapolyarny Palace is so heavily guarded that I can't even get in to find you."

Fresh from her bath, Furina lounged in an armchair, wearing the pajamas Piers had bought her earlier. They were pure white with a few plain buttons, hardly a style any girl would pick for herself.

Since nobody had taken her measurements, the clothes hung large and empty on her, making her already nonexistent curves look even flatter.

"Her Majesty dealt with the blizzards in Snezhnaya, so the snow has stopped, and Project Stuzha has been put on hold lately too. Naturally, things are a lot quieter. What about you? How are you doing? You've been in Snezhnaya a good while now. Have you gotten used to it?"

Piers sat in the middle of the long sofa and picked up a bubble tangerine to peel.

"I'm doing great, really. Apart from the cold, everything's fine."

When the tangerine was peeled, Piers split it and handed half to Furina.

"I asked a caravan to bring me some Fontaine specialties, and a few Fontaine-style cakes too. I think you'll like them."

The girl took them with a delighted face. Not only that, she got up from the armchair and lay down on the long sofa, right beside Piers.

"Wow, I haven't seen Fontaine fruit in ages. I barely see any fruit at all these days."

Furina shifted around and rested her head on Piers's lap. Lying flat without a pillow was never quite comfortable.

"If you like them, I'll bring you some every week from now on."

"Really? Then thank you."

She tilted her head back and looked up at Piers from below.

"No need to thank me. You came to Snezhnaya because of me, after all. Leaving home makes anyone miss it now and then, and a taste of home helps a lot."

"Hehe, then it's a promise. But… if you're bringing me fruit every week… will you be the one to bring it?"

Furina looked at Piers, her gaze part evasive, part expectant.

"Does it make a difference?"

"Of course it does! If all I wanted was the fruit, I could've just stayed in Fontaine. What I like is… is you…"

She had said it once before, but saying it again still brought a blush. Furina was well over five hundred years old, yet her mind was really no different from that of an adolescent girl.

Still, even blushing, Furina kept her eyes quietly fixed on Piers's. Slowly he lowered his head and drew closer, and Furina slowly closed her eyes.

She waited, full of anticipation, until his lips touched hers, exactly as she had imagined. Her body gave an involuntary shiver, and her hands rose of their own accord to circle his neck.

The next moment, Piers rolled and pinned Furina beneath him. She didn't resist in the slightest. Instead she closed her eyes, perfectly relaxed.

Piers laid a hand on Furina's body, but something felt strange beneath his palm. He simply used adeptal arts to strip away the pure white pajamas, and what he saw confirmed his suspicion.

There was nothing underneath. This girl had no guard whatsoever around Piers. In the game of hunter and prey, she might well be the hunter.

The room was bright. Sunlight, a rare sight in Snezhnaya, poured from the balcony into the living room and fell across Furina's fair skin. Piers could see everything with perfect clarity.

A moment later, he leaned down to fulfill all the expectations of both himself and the girl who had come all the way from Fontaine to Snezhnaya for his sake. Only, Furina would probably have to bathe all over again.