Amon, The Legendary Overlord

Amon woke up with Maisa beside him. He was about to get out of bed when she hugged him, making her silky soft hair fly, the shampoo's fragrance sent violently towards Amon. The simple scent refreshed the young man's memory and he recalled everything he and Maisa had done last night...

It seemed that Maisa woke up a little before him and had taken a shower. It could be noticed that her smooth, milk-white skin showed some redness.

As soon as he noticed that Maisa had just gotten out of the shower, Amon became more tense than before. Maisa, in turn, showed him a beautiful, yet cute smile while purring. It made him wonder if she was actually sleeping or was doing all this on purpose. Amon managed to get out of bed by making Maisa turn over while he hugged her, thus not waking her up.

Minutes later, Amon returned with a silver breakfast tray. Placing it on the dresser next to the bed, he gently rocked Maisa.

"Maisa, wake up." A soft, gentle voice called out to her.

Once she heard that voice whisper, she moaned in her comfortable dreamland, lifting her heavy lids as she opened her eyes slowly. "Uh...?"

Her vision was a little blurred, probably due to fatigue. The sunlight coming through the window showed the boy she loved. He had one knee on the bed as he leaned forward, gently shaking Maisa.

"...Amon?" Her voice sounded confused. Maisa asked, "Why are you in my room?"

"Um, good morning." Amon felt like laughing, but he stopped himself. Instead he said, "This is my room. You came to sleep here with me last night, remember?"

Maisa's mind started to get a little confused, not because she had been sleeping, but because of Amon's words. Gradually though, her confusion eased as she remembered the last night.

After they returned from their trip, she remembered boldly kissing Amon and asking to sleep with him. After kissing, they went to his room and then...

To say that although they didn't pop the cherry they did quite a bit was an understatement... Even 69 in the bridge position they had done. It was just a bold idea she had had at the time; the result was better than she expected, and Amon seemed to love it too.

Maisa moaned a little, as her mind might have started racing after sleep, and she remembered what had happened the day before. After doing several things, they fell asleep. Maisa then looks at the bed set and blushed.

'Right, I was very bold... Oh my, I hope Amon doesn't think anything bad of me...!'

It was an unnecessary worry. Amon was happier than usual, even smiling a little as he handed her breakfast in bed.

"Can you eat?" Amon asked, then added, "If not, I can feed you."

After his experience with Barbara, he realized that girls liked to be spoiled like this, and since he liked the idea of spoiling his girlfriends himself, it wasn't a bad proposition.

"Feed me. My arms are numb for some reason..." Maisa pouted pitifully.

Amon laughed softly in an attractive way, leaving Maisa mesmerized. Soon her pout turned into a shy half smile. She felt that she had been discovered, but she still wanted to continue with the script she created about her fatigued arms.

"Okay," Amon sat across from her. Reaching out, he picked up the silver tray. There was soup and white bread. Besides the soup, even the bread was homemade.

'Did he make all this?'

It wasn't news that Amon knew how to cook, but Maisa wasn't expecting him to even go and bake her homemade bread for breakfast.

Amon fed her soup and bread that had been dipped in the soup.

"Very good, tasty~" Maisa proclaimed. She was genuinely enjoying all this, whether it was the good food or being fed by the boy she liked.

After eating everything, Amon asked, "Satisfied? Do you want to eat more?"

'I want to eat you for dessert!' Maisa cringed at the thought of seeing how gallant Amon was in the morning after being spoiled by him.

Seeing her shrinking in an adorable way (how cute she was) he let out an enigmatic chuckle tickling Maisa's heart. He reached out and patted her head, making sure not to be too strong to avoid causing her discomfort.

Maisa couldn't withstand such a powerful attack. She buried her face in his chest as she grabbed his white button-up shirt, apparently not wanting to have this end so soon.

A few seconds later, she lifted her head to Amon and pleaded endearingly, "Kiss Me."

"Mm." Amon leaned towards her and kissed her lips. The taste of soup was apparent the instant their tongues began to touch and he began to explore her mouth with his tongue.

They broke their kiss.

Amon kissed her one last time: a quick little peck on her lips that were now a little swollen. Then he said, "I'll take this to the kitchen. Be right back."

"Okay," Maisa nodded. She had that dreamy girl look.

As soon as he disappeared beyond the door, Maisa banged her head on the pillow nearby, muttering muffled words. "Oh, God, what the hell am I thinking about this early in the morning?"

She thought once more of the words she didn't dare say aloud, but couldn't help but think of her heart.

'I want to eat you for dessert!'

Maisa stamped her feet on the bed as she muffled a few high-pitched screams of embarrassment into her pillow. When she breathed in for air, she smelled the mixture of her and Amon's scents... Her face grew even redder as some thoughts crossed her mind, and she went back to stamping her feet on the bed as she sank her head even deeper into the pillow.

Amon arrived in the kitchen and began to wash the dishes. His heart throbbed and raced whenever he involuntarily remembered the feel of Maisa's soft body or felt her sweet floating fragrance that lingered around him, or when he remembered the sweet, intoxicating smile that she had shown without restraint with a touch of shyness.

Later, Amon dressed up and escorted Maisa out of the boys' dormitory.

After they left, Maisa asked, "Shall we hold hands?"

"Yes," Amon agreed.

'Today has been an amazing day...' Maisa murmured in her heart as she intertwined his fingers with her thin ones.

She didn't dislike the looks they received. Her dark blue hair was blowing in the wind, and she used her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear as she glanced in the direction of onlookers with a satisfied smile.

It was true that there were many beautiful people thanks to the genetic improvement, however, Amon still stood out from the crowd. Maisa was aware of this and she noticed a few jealous glances from girls in the distance. She smiled as she leaned her body against him and more gazes flocked toward them.

Maisa chuckled, loving it all.

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Edited by: Azurtha