The soft morning light filtered through the ornate curtains of the grand bedchamber, waking Rose. She stirred between the warm bodies of Lyra and Seraphina, a soft blush blooming on her cheeks as she realized their intimate closeness. A new warmth, a subtle stirring, spread through her. Her piglet ears, unseen by her, gave a shy twitch.
"M-my ladies," Rose mumbled, her voice barely a whisper, a newfound shyness in her tone. She shifted, a subtle, embarrassed movement, then, gathering a surprising amount of courage, looked up at them with pleading eyes. "Could... could I... have a kiss?"
Lyra, already stirring, lifted her head. Her crimson eyes, sharp and understanding, met Seraphina's. A mischievous, yet tender, smile played on Seraphina's lips. Both were utterly charmed by Rose's timid request. Without a word, Lyra leaned down, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to Rose's lips. Seraphina followed, her kiss equally soft and adoring. Rose's breath hitched, a delightful warmth spreading through her as she melted into their affection, her shy desire beautifully met. They exchanged tender glances, enjoying her soft blushes and quiet contentment.
After their tender morning moments, they helped Rose to the opulent, marble-lined bathroom. The experience was a dizzying mix of new sensations and cherished intimacy. Lyra and Seraphina insisted on bathing her themselves, their hands warm and caressing as they washed her rosy hair and delicate skin. Rose, initially mortified, soon melted into their tender ministrations, feeling utterly cherished. Once clean, they dressed her in a light, comfortable gown, then led her to a private, sun-drenched nook in the grand gardens—their special "date."
The garden was a symphony of blooms, and Rose, filled with an almost ethereal joy, felt completely at ease, nestled between her two beloved ladies. She was growing accustomed to waking in their arms, to their constant presence, even if their intimacy remained tender and without pushing boundaries. Their kisses, tender and frequent, were enough to warm her from the inside, chasing away any chill. Her innocence was respected, a silent understanding between them—they would protect her, cherish her, and wait for her to be ready.
"Rose, my love," Seraphina began, stroking Rose's hair as they shared sweet pastries and tea. "We've been doing some research." Her tone was serious, yet gentle. "About your past. Your adoptive grandfather… he simply said he found you as a baby. We couldn't find any record before that. It's quite unusual."
Lyra pulled Rose's head onto her lap, her fingers tenderly caressing Rose's cheek. "But it doesn't matter, my dear. What matters is now. We promise to be the best girlfriends, and your best teachers. You'll never be alone again."
"Indeed," Seraphina affirmed, placing a soft kiss on Rose's forehead. "You are ours, and we will guide you." They fed her ripe berries, listened to her innocent chatter, simply basking in her presence.
Suddenly, a magical apparatus on the table chimed—a crystal orb glowing with arcane symbols. Lyra tapped it, and a projection shimmered into existence: a woman with wild black hair and spectacles, a disciple of the **Director** of the Magic Academy, appeared.
"Lyra, Seraphina! There you are!" the woman exclaimed, her voice energetic. "I've been testing new rune patterns for resistance and defense enchantments. The Director is quite pleased with my progress. I thought you'd want to see the schematics." Her eyes, sharp and intelligent, suddenly widened as she noticed Rose. "Oh! Lyra, Seraphina, who's your… friend?"
Before Lyra or Seraphina could speak, they each leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses onto Rose's cheeks. Then, simultaneously, they kissed Rose full on the lips, their love undeniable. Rose, blushing furiously, gave a small, happy squeak, but leaned into their kisses with shy eagerness.
"This, Eila," Lyra announced, her voice overflowing with pride, "is Rose. Our girlfriend."
"Our beloved Rose," Seraphina added, her arm possessively around Rose's waist.
Eila, the stern academic, stared, her jaw dropping. Her spectacles almost slid off her nose. "Your… girlfriend? Both of you? By the stars!" She stammered, recovering slightly. "I mean, I expected you two to surprise the world, but… you, the formidable Asteria sisters, falling for someone like this? And a maid? It's… astounding. Most unexpected." A slight, knowing smile then touched her lips. "I assumed you two would never truly love. That you were too cold, too proud. I suppose I was wrong. Congratulations. I promise to keep this a secret. It's quite the scandal waiting to happen." She adjusted her glasses, a glint of genuine curiosity in her eyes. "I must visit soon. I'm eager to meet this… fascinating individual in person."
"You absolutely must!" Lyra chirped, while Seraphina nodded regally.
The rest of the day was a blissful blur of private moments. They taught Rose basic spell-casting, her eyes wide with wonder as she felt the surge of magic through her fingertips. She learned quickly, absorbing lessons with an eagerness that delighted them. They would playfully pinch her soft sides, marveling at her delicate figure, and tell her how utterly precious she was, how their lives were infinitely richer with her in them. Rose, in turn, bravely expressed her adoration for them, recounting how she had admired their strength and brilliance even when she was just a small, adopted girl with no family to speak of, watching them from afar.
"Rose, my sweet," Seraphina began, holding Rose's hand firmly. "The world is much larger than you can imagine. This Empire, where we live in harmony, is one of many. There are also empires of other races, of powerful monsters, all living in a delicate balance. But above all, there is the Holy Land. It's the ultimate power in our world, where magic is strongest, and its sacred women patrons, the Saintesses, protect humanity."
"The Magic Academy is an extension of the Holy Land's power, granted by the Saintesses themselves," Lyra added, her eyes sparkling. "Our grandmothers, you see, are progenitors from the Holy Land, so we have strong backing there. They're amazing, mysterious women who only intervene when humanity faces true peril. The world is at peace now, thanks to this balance and its leaders." Lyra pulled Rose closer, her voice reassuring. "You are safe here, Rose. Safer than anywhere else in this vast world. We, and our family, are your strongest support."
Seraphina gently pulled Rose closer, tucking her head onto her shoulder. "We want you to come to the Academy with us. It's a place of learning and growth, connected to all that power. We'll be there to support you every step of the way. You'll be safe, and happy, and you'll learn so much. This is your opportunity to thrive in peace."
Lyra held Rose's hand, her thumb stroking the back of her palm. "Our mothers, powerful as they are, found love and built this family. We, as their heirs, will inherit our family's legacy, but we will also build our own, with you, Rose. There have always been girls who tried to manipulate us, but thanks to our mothers' training, we saw through them all; those were simply 'toys' that helped forge our character and commanded our mothers' respect. But in you, our beloved Rose, we've found true motivation. We will marry you, in time, just as our mothers married and built their family. There's no rush. You'll enjoy the Academy. Everything will go at your pace, and our family's influence, backed by the Empress and even deeper ties to the Holy Land through our grandmothers, ensures we can choose who we love freely, unlike others of lesser status."
Their commitment to her was absolute. They were Lyra, the brilliant student leader, and Seraphina, the royal confidante, yet all their power and influence now bent to one purpose: appreciating their unique, beloved Rose. The dinner continued, an unusual tableau of powerful aristocratic women, now utterly charmed and absolutely dedicated to the timid, regordeta, and miraculously beautiful maid who had stolen their proud hearts.
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