At first, it was just a light touch. Then I parted my lips slightly, brushing his with a delicate movement.
Isaac stiffened briefly, but as I repeated the motion, his tension eased, and his shallow breathing resumed.
Tracing the seam of his lips with the tip of my tongue, I heard a faint gasp escape him as he parted his lips instinctively. I pressed my lips against his again, softly yet firmly, before pulling away with a light kiss.
“...!”
Isaac, his face bright red, looked at me with a dazed expression, his breathing shallow.
I had tried to recreate the “sweet kiss” from novels. Did I succeed?
“Isaac, was that a ‘sweet kiss’?”
“...”
Barely able to move his lips, Isaac whispered a faint “Hah,” without producing any sound, and nodded firmly.
Letting out a sigh of admiration, he slumped against the seat’s backrest, gazing at me with unfocused yet heated eyes.
“Are you all right, Isaac?”
“…Lin… Lin…”
“Yes?”
“I love you…”
Yes, yes, I know.
No matter what I said to him after that, all he could do was mutter “I love you” like a mantra, staring at me with a dazed expression.
Occasionally, I’d see our family cat sprawled out on the hallway floor, completely relaxed and melted into the ground.
Right now, Isaac is exactly like that—completely melted.
That “sweet kiss” left him so captivated, he’s practically dissolving into the carriage seat!
Even though we arrived at my home first, Isaac showed no sign of regaining his composure. Left with no choice, I decided to personally deliver the melted duke’s son back to the duke’s residence.
The staff who came to retrieve him cast me warm, knowing looks, which was… mildly embarrassing.
Once back at home, I asked my father if our family had any investments near the baron’s estate. When he asked why, I bluntly explained, “Because they’ve been causing unnecessary trouble for Isaac and me.”
My mother, amused, chuckled lightly and said, “Oh my, if they’re causing problems for Isaac, then there’s no need to hold back.”
Unfortunately, I had to clarify that the heroine wasn’t targeting Isaac but rather was fixated on me. This left my parents thoroughly puzzled.
While I recounted the strange rantings of the heroine—how she screamed about how it was “impossible” that I wasn’t the prince’s fiancée—I briefly wondered who the heroine truly wished to end up with. Not that it mattered.
My father, ever direct, immediately proposed, “Should we crush them?”
I suggested handling it myself as “future duchess practice,” which he agreed to, letting me seek retribution for Isaac’s sake.
The next day, I informed the prince of my plans to handle the matter myself. Strangely, he gave me a knowing look, his gaze suspiciously warm.
…What exactly does Isaac tell these people about us?
As it turned out, my visit to the baron’s family was effective.
However, since the heroine refused to comply, they decided to transfer her to another school, physically removing her from the situation. Hopefully, she’ll face reality and learn to live properly.
Since that day, Isaac’s desire for kisses has only increased.
At least once a day, he now seeks my permission for a kiss—and each time, I refuse.
“Why!? If we’re ‘dearest lovers,’ isn’t it okay to express love?”
Frustrated, Isaac confronted me in the carriage on the way home.
“That’s why I think we should wait a little longer. We’re still only fourteen, and I believe such displays of affection can come later.”
“‘Later’ could mean forever…!”
Isn’t he overreacting a bit?
Watching him gape in shock, his mouth hanging open, I couldn’t help but feel exasperated.
“Why are you making me wait so long? Is it because I’m bad at it? I’ll improve! I want to give you kisses so sweet they make you swoon!”
His earnest plea, delivered while clasping my left hand in both of his, was endearing… but also the very thing I feared.
Isaac excels at picking up anything I praise. His natural talent for learning means that if he masters the art of making me melt with a kiss, I’ll be rendered powerless daily.
And since he loves indulging in things I enjoy, I can already imagine him practicing those kisses relentlessly until I’m utterly spent. That’s what I want to avoid.
“Please, Linntia. Let me kiss you again.”
His cat-like eyes, slightly glazed with heat, glimmered with longing.
I’ve always been weak to his gaze.
The way his eyes sparkle with joy, the way they burn with passion when he looks at me—I can’t resist it.
“I understand… Just once, all right?”
“Yes! I love you so much!”
Though his excitement was palpable, his hands were gentle as they cradled my face.
“Linntia, you are my everything.”
“Mmh…”
He whispered sweetly before pressing his lips to mine.
The kiss was soft, warm, and filled with affection.
I could feel his sincerity and love, and for a moment, time seemed to stop.
[The End]
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