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Early morning, in the study.
Zeke opened his eyes precisely on time.
Upon waking, he felt the warmth akin to jade nestled against him—soft, cozy, emanating a subtle sweetness.
With gentle fingers, Zeke pinched the girl's cheek, a natural smile gracing his lips.
Recently, he discovered that Kiana could indeed sleep peacefully. However, achieving this required more than ordinary verbal guidance; instead, exhausting her completely worked best—ideally making her pass out screaming—ensuring she slept soundly while allowing Zeke to awaken refreshed and relaxed.
Zeke carefully slipped out of bed, moving softly. The wardrobe silently opened, and a fresh set of blue shirt, white trousers, and windbreaker automatically flew onto him, dressing him neatly.
Next, he entered the bathroom to freshen up.
After tidying himself, Zeke glanced casually at the messy state of the washroom, raised an eyebrow, and snapped his fingers.
"Snap!"
Following the crisp sound, countless tiny black specks emerged and congregated, diligently cleaning the disarrayed bathroom.
Zeke left the washroom.
In this spacious house with its living room, bedroom, and study, numerous little black dots clustered across the floor, sofa, walls, balcony, desk, bookshelves, and more, quietly and efficiently removing traces of sweat, tears, and other remnants.
Zeke walked straight into his bedroom, approached the bed, and gently patted the girl's face.
"It's morning; time to wake up."
"Zzz~"
"Breakfast is ready."
"...Huh? Is it breakfast time?"
Kiana's eyes flew open momentarily but, unable to overcome their heaviness, drooped half-closed again, dazed.
"Zeke..."
With her mind still hazy, Kiana murmured the name before her, wrapping her arms around him as if about to drift back asleep.
Sighing, Zeke lifted the covers, picked her up, and carried her to the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, Zeke wrapped one arm around Kiana's waist, supporting her upright stance with his body, while using his free hand to handle toothbrushes, toothpaste, and such.
After a moment, Zeke pried open Kiana's mouth, poured water, inserted the toothbrush, and soon bubbles began to foam from her lips.
"Umm..."
The icy sensation of toothpaste gradually cleared Kiana's hazy eyes, but she still clung limply to Zeke, letting him brush her teeth for her.
"Open your mouth."
"Ahh~"
"Rinse."
"Gurgle gurgle~"
"Spit it out."
"Ptoo~"
Following this routine several times, Zeke neatly put away the dental items.
Next, he gently pressed Kiana's head down, splashed water on her face, draped a towel over, and proceeded with a soft and meticulous cleansing.
Once finished, Kiana wrapped her arms around Zeke's waist, grinning sweetly.
"Good morning, Zeke~~"
"Morning. Are your teeth clean now?"
"Yes, very clean!"
"Open wide, let me check."
"How do you even... Mmph!!!"
Kiana's eyes widened, taking a moment to comprehend before tightening her embrace around Zeke, facilitating his further exploration.
A short while later, with red-stained lips and flushed cheeks, Kiana lowered her head onto Zeke's chest, murmuring half-heartedly:
"You're awfully eager first thing in the morning..."
"Who made you cling so closely to me?"
Zeke playfully smacked Kiana's bottom, eliciting a crisp sound.
Kiana momentarily froze, her ears turning bright red as well.
The reason was simple: Kiana was currently completely au naturel.
Realizing this, embarrassment overwhelmed her thoughts, leaving her instinctively burying her head deeper into Zeke's chest, unable to lift it or speak.
After quite some time, clarity returned to her mind. Kiana then pinched Zeke's waist, growling indignantly and exasperatedly:
"It's all your fault!"
He had torn everything apart—her blouse, skirt, even underwear; not a single piece remained intact. What choice did she have?
Unfazed by the gentle pinch on his waist, Zeke raised one hand, revealing a set of red clothing in his palm.
"I prepared these for you. Go ahead and change outside."
"Oh..."
In the relatively spacious living room, a full-length mirror stood against the wall.
Kiana began dressing herself in front of the mirror.
A sleeveless, short red cheongsam, white silk stockings, red high heels with wrist cuffs, along with a short cape adorned with white fur trim - the ensemble was elegant, charming, and radiating innocence.
After changing, Kiana took small, hesitant steps towards Zeke, her face flushed - after all, he had been standing there the whole time, observing her movements with an amused gaze. How could any girl remain unaffected by such attention?
Despite being likened to a paramecium, she was still a proper young woman!
Zeke poured a cup of warm water, held it out, and placed it gently in Kiana's reddened hands.
"Here, take this."
"Oh... wow!"
As Kiana clutched the water cup, she let out a startled gasp when Zeke suddenly swept her up in his arms, carried her to the sofa, and settled her onto his lap.
Kiana's face flushed red as her heart pounded fiercely.
'Come on, Kiana, pull yourself together! You've already done more embarrassing things; this is nothing! Why so nervous?'
'But Zeke being so assertive and dominant... it's incredibly hot!'
The corners of Kiana's mouth curved upwards with a dreamy smile as she gulped down water eagerly.
Zeke lowered his gaze, studying the girl nestled in his arms. After pondering for a moment, he reached out to touch her head gently.
With Zeke's movement, some strands of Kiana's long hair floated up, forming two small buns at the top, which he wrapped neatly with a beautifully patterned red cloth—creating a charming and auspicious look.
Then, still feeling something was missing, Zeke contemplated further. He lifted Kiana's right foot while a circular red sleeve adorned with gold thread appeared in his other hand. Sliding it over her high-heeled shoe, he gradually moved it upward until it encircled her pristine thigh above the stocking.
Now, perfection achieved.
Zeke nodded, satisfaction flashing in his eyes, akin to completing a masterpiece artwork. Subsequently, he caressed those silky legs briefly before casually bringing his fingers to his nose, softly inhaling their scent.
"Boom!!!"
After Zeke's series of actions, steam began to rise from Kiana's head as her blush spread not just across her face but seemingly throughout her entire body.
"You...you... you..."
"What about me?"
"Why are you doing this? You've been acting stranger lately!"
"Oh, do you not like it?" Zeke whispered softly into her ear, his breath tickling her.
As anticipated, Kiana visibly tensed for a moment, her long lashes fluttering rapidly.
"I...I... y-y-you..." Stuttering for quite some time, Kiana eventually blushed and looked down, giving Zeke a playful pinch on the waist.
"Geez! You're such a tease!"
How could she answer this kind of question?
Saying she didn't like it would be a lie.
But saying she did—wouldn't that betray her reserved girlhood?
Despite being somewhat naive most of the time, Kia's self-awareness as a young woman was particularly acute in moments like these.
"Heh!" Zeke chuckled lightly, finding her rare display of girlishness highly amusing. He proceeded to gently pinch Kiana's cheeks, saying:
"Well, mainly because you're just so adorable. If you weren't, I wouldn't mind if you changed."
Yes, whether it was her screaming face, changing clothes, or now snuggled up in his arms—every moment felt unbearably cute to Zeke, making him want to hide her away somewhere only he knew, where he could easily embrace her at any time.
Zeke's gaze took on a slightly menacing edge.
Unaware of this shift, Kiana merely squirmed playfully in his arms, cheeks flushed red. "Nope! I'm gonna stay cute and drive you wild!"
"Since we're alone right now, why don't you try moving around some more?"
Kiana instantly froze at Zeke's low voice.
After a moment, she stood up, initially hesitant but soon breaking into a brisk jog, and fled the room with a slam of the door behind her.