"...H-Hmmm, b-brother..." I kiss Raguion as he presses me forcefully against the table, kissing me back, his hand sliding smoothly along my thigh with a firm touch.
"Qyraen, you've seemed pretty irritated lately, so I wanted to do something special for you," he says sweetly, while I give him a huge smile — he really is giving me a wonderful gift.
Knock, Knock, Knock
But just like everything good never lasts, someone interrupts our moment, which fills me with rage. Raguion looks toward the door, and rolling his eyes, he releases me while I adjust my clothes.
"Tsk... enter," I say angrily after straightening my clothes properly. Through the door comes a maid holding some papers. She walks up to me and bows. I glance at Raguion, who sits on top of the table instead of using the chair.
"What is this?" I ask, taking the papers with absolutely no interest in them, but still keeping focus.
