'Wait, I'm Supposed to Become a Goddess?! But I'm a Guy!'

Cough!

Cough!

Mize coughed a couple of times, his hands resting on his waist as he tilted his head up, trying to act as if nothing had just happened.

His cheeks were slightly reddened, but he still maintained an air of pride.

"Yes, of course! Coincidence might be rare, but for someone as lucky as I am, it would become a natural occurrence instead," Mize declared, his voice filled with confidence.

His nose lifted slightly, his eyes squinted in a way that screamed self-satisfaction. "We will be rich overnight, trust my instinct of direction!"

Liam exhaled sharply, amused.

He took a step closer, closing the distance between them, and before Mize could react, Liam’s hand extended, fingers gently hooking onto his wrist and yanking him downward.

"Hey!" Mize shrieked, but his protest was short-lived as he found himself pulled into Liam’s embrace.

Liam's arms wrapped around him securely, pressing the smaller frame against his chest.

His touch was firm yet not overbearing, a quiet possessiveness threading through his movements.

Mize stiffened for only a moment before Liam’s voice came.

"Remember," Liam murmured, his breath warm against Mize’s ear. "No matter where you are or what you will be..."

His grip tightened slightly, his fingers tracing over the curve of Mize’s back before settling just above his waist.

"You would always be mine."

A shudder ran through Mize’s body.

His ears burned, his face practically a furnace at this point, and his fingers twitched against Liam’s chest, gripping lightly onto the fabric of his clothes.

"Ah..."

His mind blanked for a second. The words, the warmth, the sheer dominance in the tone...

'Dominate me pleaseee!'

"Y-yes..." he stammered out, his voice small, barely above a whisper.

Liam's lips curled slightly at the corner.

Pleased.

His hand lifted, ruffling Mize’s soft hair in a way that was both affectionate and teasing.

"Good girl" he murmured.

Mize’s entire body jolted. His face practically exploded in color, and without thinking, he buried his face against Liam’s chest in a fit of embarrassment, arms tightening around his neck.

"Ohh? Not flying anymore?" Liam chuckled, amusement evident in his tone.

A small, muffled hum vibrated against his chest, Mize’s only response.

His arms remained locked around Liam’s neck, his body pressed closer, and he had absolutely no intention of moving.

Liam only smirked, holding him there, relishing in his rabbit’s reaction.

The journey back to the territory was far less exciting compared to the earlier trip.

The same vast, open landscapes stretched endlessly before them, and the occasional Lord’s troops moved on the map nearby, but nothing particularly noteworthy occurred.

Except, of course, for one thing.

The frequent, completely unnecessary zig-zagging across the terrain.

Liam watched, utterly speechless, as Mize continued leading them in bizarre, seemingly random directions.

Despite the fact that their return trip should have been nearly twice as fast, they ended up taking just as long, if not longer due to Mize’s ever-changing sense of "direction."

But did Liam mind?

Not in the slightest.

After all, the so-called "coincidental" treasures they continued stumbling upon made it all worth it.

And, of course, the teasing exchanges between them were just as entertaining.

Usually, Mize wasn’t bold, he was the one to get flustered, to act aloof, to feign ignorance when things got intimate.

But this time?

This little cherub had turned mischievous.

Neck biting.

Wandering hands.

Soft, teasing whispers.

Liam wasn’t sure what got into him, but Mize was deliberately testing him, playing with fire, acting bolder than ever before.

And the way he teased Liam on the road?

Oh, he was going to pay for it.

Hours passed.

The sky gradually shifted, and the time column on the top right of the map ticked down toward 4 PM.

Mize never really understood what measurement of time this world used, but honestly? It didn’t matter.

Another day, another mystery.

Just leave it as a mystery.

Up ahead, the familiar dome of their territory came into view.

The grand army advanced toward it at a steady marching speed, a vast sea of shadowy soldiers stretching far into the distance.

And in the very center of this formation, atop a throne.

A battle was currently ongoing.

"Guh..."

Mize's head lifted slightly from Liam's chest, his body positioned in a rather compromising manner, legs draped over Liam’s lap, body nestled close, arms still lazily hooked around his neck.

And from his parted lips, a faint string of warmth connected them, a thin line of saliva stretching before finally breaking.

His breathing was ragged.

His mind fuzzy. His entire body warm.

Neither of them spoke.

They didn’t even bother throwing the usual playful remarks or witty banter.

Instead, their gazes met, lusting over each other and yet holding back.

'At least not yet... Not until I find a way to fix my little brother issue'

'But it would be soon... I can feel it'

'Farm points... Farm points... A-and... '

Mize swallowed thickly, his heart pounding violently against his ribs. 'Let's enjoy this a bit more, why not?'

The air between them felt damped...

It smelled... salty.

Liam’s smirk deepened, satisfaction flickering in his dark gaze.

His eyes trailed over Mize’s face, taking in every detail.

The parted lips, the lingering haze in his expression, the way his body trembled ever so slightly against him.

And the most obvious one would be the saliva marks dripping from the corner of Mize's mouth, her eyes blared red like blood, extremely...

'Lustful'

Then, lower.

Down to his chin, his delicate throat, the faintly exposed skin beneath his collar.

His fingers curled behind Mize’s head.

And he pulled him back in.

There was no hesitation this time.

The moment their lips met, it was a collision, hands moving wantonly and yet fixed.

A deep, intoxicating exchange, filled with unrestrained hunger, their salivas intertwining and being greedily sucked into each other's throat.

Mize gasped softly, barely able to keep up as Liam took full control, his grip firm, his movements dominant.

Their breaths intermingled, hot and uneven, swallowed between parted lips as they delved into each other.

Liam’s tongue invaded without resistance, sweeping over Mize’s own, coaxing, demanding, claiming.

Mize shuddered violently, his fingers tightening in Liam’s hair.

His mind was drowning, thoughts scrambled, rationality slipping away entirely.

He wasn’t even sure why he started this anymore.

Completely forgetting the main goal.

All he knew was that he wanted more.

More.

More.

His own tongue curled, hesitantly pushing back, intertwining, rolling, teasing, desperate to keep up, desperate to match him.

Liam exhaled sharply through his nose, pleased.

His grip on Mize’s waist firmed, pulling him impossibly closer, pressing him flush against his body.

Their tounge were practically swallowing each other at this moment, with Mize's shallow experience causing him to be victimised each time.

Moaning after another, his body heated up, and a strange rod like sensation poking his stomach...

But he doesn't care, his arms hooked around Liam's neck tighter and tighter.

Seemingly unable to fight with the Liam's tounge, he let it loose and free. Instead, he poured out everything he has, salivas being sucked dry as Liam greedily swallowed his mouth sweet nectar.

His tounge prying into his mouth, his teeth, and almost to his throat...

Mmmphmm!

Mize squirmed...

But the two held back.

Because despite the overwhelming desire threatening to unravel, they knew.

They wouldn’t cross that line.

Not yet.

So instead, Liam indulged, savoring the taste of Mize’s breath, the way he responded, the way his small, delicate frame trembled under him.

They didn’t stop until their backs met the wall.

And even then.

Neither truly wanted to pull away.

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The army came to a steady halt before the towering walls of the territory.

Flags fluttered in the evening breeze, mirroring the exact scene from before their departure.

Not a thing had changed... at least, not outwardly.

But atop the grand throne, the story was different.

Liam sat with a lazy composure, fingers tapping idly against the armrest.

Beside him, Mize floated just above her seat, hands folded primly in her lap, her expression the very picture of innocence. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

And yet, the disheveled folds in Liam’s tunic, the faint, lingering bite marks on Mize’s lips, and most damning of all, the deep crimson flush dusting her cheeks...

Something "mouthy" had happened...

Mize fidgeted, her fingers twitching against the edge of his sleeve.

Then, with forced casualness, he straightened his posture and let out a delicate cough.

"W-Well... Let's go back now, shall we?" she announced, lifting herself just a few centimeters higher into the air as if she could somehow hover her embarrassment away.

"After all... I’m feeling a little tired today. All that hard work really took a toll on my body."

She stretched midair, arms curling above her head, toes pointing downward as she squirmed in an exaggerated display of exhaustion.

Liam’s gaze followed the movement, slow and deliberate.

The smirk pulling at his lips deepened, a mischievous gleam flickering in his eyes.

"Oh? Tired, huh?" he mused, rising from his throne with unhurried grace.

He took a single step forward, closing the distance between them just enough to make her flinch.

His breath was warm against the shell of his ear. "Or perhaps…"

Mize stiffened, his face turning impossibly redder as Liam’s voice dropped an octave.

"You want to continue where we left off?"

The moment the words left his lips, Mize jolted as if struck by lightning.

"N-No!" He yelped, waving his hands frantically, his entire body floating backward in clear retreat. "I-I need a proper rest! A solo rest! Not... together rest!"

Liam sighed theatrically, a fleeting glint of disappointment crossing his face.

But as quick as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by his usual teasing smirk.

"A shame," he mused, stretching his arms above his head in a lazy display. "But fair enough." His gaze flickered toward her again, sharper this time.

"Come on, then. I’ll take you straight to the castle."

Without waiting for a response, Liam activated his shadow teleportation.

The world twisted into black mist, the very air warping around them before.

They reappeared in the throne room.

The moment his feet or rather, his hovering form touched solid ground, Mize wasted no time.

"I’m going to sleep! Bye!" He blurted out before darting off at a ridiculous speed, his figure nothing but a fleeting blur disappearing down the corridors.

Liam remained still, watching Mize vanished into the distance.

A knowing smile stretched across his face, eyes gleaming with barely concealed amusement.

"Alrighty then," he murmured, leaning back against the grand pillars of the throne room, his voice laced with quiet satisfaction.

His tounge licking his lips, "I can't wait to eat you whole later"