patreon.com/StarMoon10
for Advance Chapter
When I woke up again in the morning, the daylight was already bright.
I moved my body subconsciously, only to find that the position beside me was empty.
Silver Wolf had disappeared without a trace, likely waking up long ago, not knowing whether she returned to her room to sleep, or had already started tinkering with her black technology stuff in the villa.
Only Firefly was still curled up in my arms like a tame kitten, her sleeping face quiet and peaceful, long silver eyelashes casting faint shadows in the morning light.
It seemed my movements were a little too big, disturbing her deep sleep.
Firefly let out a soft moan, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and slowly opened those clear, light blue eyes.
Seeing me looking at her, she paused, and a cute blush flew on her face, her voice carrying the softness of just waking up: "Good... morning, Trailblazer."
"Good morning, Firefly." I responded with a smile.
We sat up, only then noticing that there were obvious traces left on each other's bodies and sheets from the "battle" yesterday—dried liquid marks and wrinkles generated by physical contact.
Realizing this, both of our faces felt a bit hot.
"That... let's go wash up." I suggested.
"Mm." Firefly nodded gently.
We walked into the spacious bathroom that came with the bedroom together.
When the warm water poured down from the showerhead, washing over Firefly's exquisite and curvaceous body, the water droplets rolled down from her smooth, fair skin, and the thin water vapor hazy around her, outlining the hazy and seductive curves.
Looking at her wet, infinitely seductive posture when bathing, I only felt the fire that had just subsided last night rising uncontrollably again.
She was facing away from me, seriously washing her sleek long hair, and the water droplets slid down the curve of her beautiful spine.
I couldn't help it anymore, stepped forward, and hugged her from behind.
She gave a small exclamation, turned her head, her eyes carrying a trace of shyness and inquiry.
I didn't speak, just expressed my desire with action, gently pressed her against the cold and smooth bathroom wall, then held up one of her slender, well-proportioned thighs, letting it wrap around my waist.
Aiming at the entrance that became more moist under the rushing of hot water, I again, in a standing posture, thrust into her.
"Ah..." The bathroom echoed with her short exclamation and the intermittent moans that were covered by the sound of water afterwards.
Just like this, in the dim morning light of the bathroom, we had another short yet equally passionate "morning exercise."
After washing up thoroughly, changed into clean loungewear, I walked into the villa's spacious and bright kitchen with Firefly.
She very naturally started to take out ingredients from the storage cabinet, and I skillfully started preparing cooking utensils and seasonings.
The sun shone on us through the window, the air filled with the aroma of food and a warm and peaceful atmosphere, we occasionally looked at each other and smiled, tacitly cooperating, feeling... really like a pair of ordinary, just started new married life husband and wife.
However, this tranquility didn't last too long.
Just as we were about to prepare breakfast, an untimely voice came from the stairs.
"Pfft— Hahaha! I say what are you two doing! So you're playing this kind of interest play!"
Silver Wolf didn't know when she had come downstairs, was holding her arms, leaning on the entrance of the dining room, laughing without hiding, her gaze sweeping back and forth between us, especially on Firefly's apron.
"Firefly, oh Firefly, you're good! You actually listened to that old woman Kafka and played a nude apron! Tsk tsk tsk, really a 'good student'!" Silver Wolf's complaint was precise and sharp, and also carried a mockery that imitated Kafka's tone.
Being pointed out so directly by Silver Wolf, Firefly's face instantly turned red enough to drip blood; she violently lowered her head, almost burying her face into her own chest, and her hand holding the chopsticks was trembling slightly.
But even so, she still stubbornly, gently handed another piece of food to my mouth, not stopping the feeding action.
Looking at Firefly's appearance of being shy and embarrassed but insisting, I felt both funny and doting in my heart.
Silver Wolf complained loudly and unceremoniously for a long while on the side, seeing that we two (mainly I was comforting the embarrassed Firefly) didn't pay much attention to her ridicule, she also felt a bit boring, pursed her lips, picked up cutlery on her own, and started to feast, while muttering: "Hmph, whatever you guys, I'm starving to death..."
Since that nude apron incident that night, the relationship between Firefly and me seemed to have gone a step further.
In the time that followed, our lives really seemed like a pair of newly married husband and wife just starting to adapt to each other, full of warmth, tacit understanding, and of course, no lack of passion.
At meal times, it was no longer me waiting for her to cook or her watching me eat, but naturally entering the kitchen together. She washed rice and vegetables, I cooked and seasoned, occasionally joking with each other because someone put too much salt or cut the vegetables too big, and then shared a kiss with cooking fumes in the aroma of food.
When the sun was good in the morning, we would go out hand in hand like ordinary lovers, to go to the local market in Xianzhou or the supermarket opened by the Interastral Peace Corporation to purchase supplies for the next few days. She would carefully select fresh ingredients, while I would take responsibility for carrying large and small bags behind her.
Of course, besides these daily life full of fireworks, the fire between us that originated from the past and was reignited in the present had never been extinguished.
In moments of leisure, whether it was on the carpet in the living room spilled with sun in the afternoon, or in the courtyard corridor with the breeze blowing in the evening, even in the corner of the study filled with books, as long as there was an eye contact, or an accidental physical touch, it might instantly ignite the dry wood and raging fire.
We would start to entangle in any unexpected place in the villa, release our love and desire for each other to our heart's content, and often make the clothes and the traces of the body messy all over the floor.
And after it was over, looking at each other's sweat-soaked, unsatisfied appearance, we would often look at each other and smile, and then tacitly work together to clean up the "battlefield," as if the intense love just now was just a sweet little episode.
However, the two-person world between Firefly and me would always be interrupted by an "uninvited guest."
That bad guy Silver Wolf, just like a ghost in the villa, often appeared suddenly when the two of us were most deeply in love.
Sometimes she pushed the door in directly, sometimes she stood on the side and watched the show quietly; when we discovered her, she would reveal an innocent expression of "I didn't see anything," but the wicked smile at the corner of her mouth betrayed her.
What was even more excessive was that she often didn't take herself as an outsider at all. Seeing that Firefly and I were being intimate, she would unhesitatingly crowd up, and then extremely naturally, or even "unauthorizedly," use my "tools," forcibly turning the original two-person world into a chaotic three-person "battle."
She didn't seem to feel that there was anything inappropriate, as if this was the original mode of how we got along in the past.
Regarding this, Firefly and I gradually became... helpless from the initial shock and embarrassment, and could even be said to be used to it.
However, although Silver Wolf seemed a bit "rogue" in some respects, in other respects, she did have the capital that made one have to admire.
That was her gaming skill.
Ever since she announced the permanent requisition of the gaming equipment in my room, that place became her resident territory.
Sometimes I encountered a difficulty that I couldn't pass for a long time, and was bullied to death by the game, she would float over and glance at it, then look at me with eyes of "really bad," and take over the controller.
Then, under her dazzlingly fast operation, the powerful BOSS or complex level that made me headache-ridden was often easily cleared by her in a near-perfect "no-damage" state.
Whenever this happened, she would always triumphantly throw the controller back to me, raise her eyebrows, and speak with that unique, electronic-toned voice of hers: "Hmph, know how powerful this lady is now? Next time you encounter something you can't solve, remember to call 'Lord Silver Wolf'!"
Just like this, Firefly and I lived a sweet daily life like newly married husband and wife, and at the same time had to deal with this "extra-staff member" Silver Wolf who might intrude at any time and turn the two-person world into a three-person mêlée, and would play games together in leisure time (mainly I was taken flying by her or watching her perform).
The three of us, with such a relationship that might be extremely wonderful or even absurd in the eyes of outsiders, lived stably for the time being in this secluded villa in Xianzhou.