Desperate Moves

Xaphael stared at the closed door absentmindedly. He was clearly dying to rest but somehow mechanically stayed at her door, pondering how she had been.

Has it only been three months? The awareness that the odd girl had influenced him to such a degree made him lost in a trance. He stayed rooted in place, unmoving, so unlike his usual self. A slight curve on his lips formed as he mulled over the changes he had undergone without him noticing. Even his resting-frosty-face illuminated by the soft yellow light became a tad gentler.

" Master?"

" How was she these past days?"

" Master, Miss Tang has spent her days brooding over your absence. Her lovesick appearance was quite pitiful." Balin almost choked when Xaphael threw him with a "What bullsh*t are you spouting?" look. He coughed and reported earnestly while scolding the kill-joy lad with an iron heart in his mind. No wonder he's a single dog.

Balin cant help worrying how his master will cheat a young madam to marry. Alas, one was already showing interest, but he won't cooperate.

[ Well, he is still young, but- ] Balin glimpsed at the young man standing straight like a pine tree.

[ Who else in this world may yet show favor like this except for the future Young Madam?]

If Eve heard the way he addressed her, she may graciously correct the other and say, " It's future mate." Future young madam is quite the commitment. She isn't interested in that kind of heavy responsibility.

He can only sigh and pray to the Gods to grant this master of his an enlightenment before the little girl goes away.

" She has spent her days as always, but she had been ordering several parcels online."

Xaphael grunted and walked towards the door just opposite. He's not that shallow to control such a trivial thing. That girl's interest only revolved around food and sleep anyway, is what he surmised.

" You may rest." A fatigued command sounded.

Balin curtsied and excused himself.

He entered his bedroom and didn't even bother to switch the lights on. He went straight to the bathroom and took a shower. The days he spent dealing with that matter pestered him too much that it took a toll on his body. Still, he is young. Nothing an ample sleep won't fix.

With almost half-closed eyes and only a pair of boxers to wear, he plunged to the bed.

A few hours later.

Xaphael struggled to take his phone from the nightstand. He glanced at the time and cussed the only bastard who has the gall to disturb his rest.

" This better be good or else I might dispatch you to God knows where only to return five years later."

The other line's response can't be discerned, but clearly, it was a pardonable excuse.

" Just proceed as you deem fit."

" I don't care. Just kill them when the time comes."

" Yeah."

Xaphael's hoarse voice continued to permeate the cold room.

" Birthday banquet?"

His tone became irritable, clearly at the end of his patience due to the caller's incessant talk.

He directly cut the call and mounted the phone back on the table.

" Whose birthday?"

A gentle sound queried.

" Mine." Xaphael automatically responded as he lay back on the bed.

A second later, he almost sat up, gawking at the troublemaker. If he didn't recognize Eve's voice, he could have punched her on the spot.

" Why are you here?" His drowsiness instantly dissipated due to the trespasser.

Eve was lying sideways while cupping her face.

" Climbing your bed." She deadpan responded.

Xaphael was speechless and felt his temples pulsate.

[ What the hell is this crazy girl up to again?]

The sparse amount of light that has entered through the curtains may not be sufficient to illuminate the entire room, but it's more than enough to allow her wanton gaze.

The female hooligan ogled her eyes on the young man's physique. Of course, she concentrated on the six buns on his abdomen after having her fill with his impeccable face. His stupor allowed her to appreciate them in detail and her naughty paw to finally land.

Xaphael suddenly felt a warm and soft sensation palpating his torso.

[ ! ]

The pulsating arteries almost exploded.

He immediately caught the evil claw and cast a horrified gaze onto the lascivious ghost. Clearly, the girl's gone bananas level had jacked up.

Eve, determined to never back down, countered by deploying her other claw. He also grasped it with his other hand. The two were in a stalemate for a few seconds before she started to struggle desperately. The squirming body was trying hard to approach him that he almost couldn't help but spank her to outer space. The intense battle lasted for a couple of minutes, naturally, won by the lad. Eve can only curse her lack of strength and had to compromise in the end.

" I'll let you go if you promise to stop."

" I promise to stop."

[ For today.] She whispered in her heart.

Xaphael observed the nutjob, trying to see if she was sincere with her words. However, he noticed their proximity and ambiguous atmosphere. She was staring at him with her deceitful blue eyes, appearing like a well-behaved lady. He can also feel her warm breath rapidly showering his face.

He promptly let go, then sat up, putting a space between them.

Before he could process what just transpired, her voice rang again.

" How unfair of you, El."

" I wanted to seduce you, but you beat me to it."

She was solemnly grieving to him as if everything was his fault. If he didn't know he was in his own room, he might even believe it. He was about to refute the damn girl but noticed her eyes were once again glued on his body. Realizing his "defenseless" form, he quickly pulled the blanket to cover his nudity. Well, he isn't all bare, but the burning gaze made him feel like he was being violated.

He kneaded his forehead contemplating life.

" You should go." The unexpected episode consumed all his remaining energy. He knew her brain circuit was beyond special, but he didn't imagine she'd go this far. She was initially just vocal about her desire for him, but he never conceived she'd go through such length.

The poor soul didn't even consider that the shameless girl will do whatever it takes to entice him. It was a pity he became her target.

" But you haven't seen me as the bunny girl yet."

[ The what?]

The massaging fingers came to a halt. Xaphael was pondering if she was talking about what he was thinking. He didn't see her body since she was enveloped in his blanket. The struggle a while ago was also within the mantle. Not to mention, it was dark, and he was busy protecting his dignity.

He slowly raised his face to look at her. She had a devilish grin on her face showing a "You'll like it for sure." expression.

With a suave movement, she lifted the blankie to her foot, revealing the view underneath.

" Feast your eyes. " Her declaration was filled with pride.

With this move, surely he will be tempted. After all, she performed two methods in one action. According to that book, men are visual creatures, and it is best to appeal to them using such sultry attire. Though she doesn't comprehend why it has to be a bunny, she decided to try. It also stated that one can attempt climbing their bed. Though considered a risky move, it can also give a high return. Seeing that she can execute them.both in one move, she resolved to implement it as soon as he arrives.

Originally, Eve wanted to climb his bed while he was on it, but she knew he'll be arriving late from his three-day trip. It was troublesome to wake up and sneak onto his room, so she elected to remain on his bed instead. It was going according to plan, but she fell asleep midway and didn't rouse up in time. If not for the call, she would wake up late in the morning as usual. Fortunately, everything fell into place.

Xaphael's eyes almost cracked. He didn't even know if he was disappointed or should laugh.

She was indeed wearing bunny attire. However, it was pink fluffy bunny pajamas. The smirking lass didn't even fix the head part and let it cup her flowing hair.

Eve was waiting for the villain to pounce on her beauty. However, 10 seconds have passed, a minute has passed, and there was no violent reaction whatsoever.

She peeped at him and saw he was smiling at her. It was a gentle smile—a rare occurrence on that frigid face.

[ Whoa. Beautiful.]

Captivated by the perfect view, her paw once again landed on his abs. Not forgetting to sample a squeeze. It felt good, she mused.

***

Eve stroked the carpet beneath her. It was soft, far different from the rock-hard goodness she was caressing earlier.

She glanced at the closed doorway behind and inwardly criticized the villain.

[ All I did was touch a little. Why was he so stingy?]

She stood up, patted her butt, and entered her room just across.

Beep!

A message notification at a very early hour, only one person sends her one.

She smiled as she read her guardian's words, and a thought passed her mind.

( El and Sarien have the same birthday?)

( Yes, host. It will be in two months. )

( Oh. Just around the corner, huh.)

Her fingers hover over the keyboard, wondering what she'll reply.

( Don't tell me you won't come to celebrate at that time, host?)

( Naturally.)

El is here, and she has yet to achieve her plan. Certainly, she needs to step up a notch on executing her scheme.

Halfsie observed its nonchalant host, who seemed to have made out her mind.

[ No! No! How could you ever rob a man's heart if you won't even attend his birthday?]

The system guide hexed that sinful face again. It knew that villain only brings trouble.

( Host, the trip is only 14 hours, you can make it back on time! You can attend both! )

( Hmm. Too tiring. Plus, I have the perfect method for that day already.)

Halfsie almost kneeled down to implore the host to reconsider. They've already reached this critical time. If she doesn't attend, the hero would be disappointed, and there will be a gap in the future. If ever that happens, it could only kiss its goal bye-bye.

[ NOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! My rewarddddd!!!]

Its cunning soul was ignited, and it began spouting different arguments just to salvage the situation. However, Eve doesn't give a single duck.

Halfsie could only watch the cruel host tap the buttons lifelessly. It felt its hope wither away with every letter she typed.

( Host! If you don't go, he won't be sending you snacks in the future!)

The finger over the send button came to an abrupt stop. It finally saw hope dawning its crimson eyes.

Then the furball persuaded Eve with different reasoning, logic, and justification that will take place due to her neglect.

In truth, she didn't bother listening at all. Just the thought of her threatened snack made her submit.

Thus out of the blue, the agitated Eve readily sent a message stating she'll attend Sarien's birthday by hook or by crook.