Chapter Filler : 0.157: Sion and Amelia Part II

⚠️⚠️⚠️ [[Warning: This chapter contains a Yuri scene. , I made this chapter a filler chapter, not part of the main story, so you can skip it.]] 

⚠️[It's just a fictional story so don't try something stupid like this in real life or it will be disastrous.] 

➡️the main story returns in chapter 0.159⬅️ 

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The moment Amelia stepped into the onsen, a hush seemed to fall over the world.

The thick wooden door clicked softly behind her, and a warm mist rolled over her skin like a whispered welcome. The floor beneath her bare feet was made of polished obsidian stone, smooth and subtly warm, as if it had absorbed the very breath of the earth. Her eyes, golden and bright like twin suns veiled by clouds, wandered across the private sanctuary.

All around her, the air shimmered with mana.

The pool lay in the center, circular, with soft steam rising in waves that curled around the black stones. The walls were carved with arcane runes and half-moon symbols—delicate, ancient, glowing faintly with silver light. Everything was perfectly placed, subtly enchanting, unmistakably the work of Naoko.

Amelia let out a soft sigh and whispered to herself, "As expected from Naoko. Everything's... perfect."

To her left, a wooden shelf held neatly folded white towels, and next to it, bundles of herbs steeped in glass bowls, releasing a calming scent into the air—lavender, sage, and something faintly magical. Mana danced in the air like fireflies, thick yet gentle, surrounding her in invisible warmth.

She reached behind her neck, undoing the ties of her crimson dress. It slid down her pale, smooth shoulders with a whisper, pooling at her feet. Then her undergarments followed, dropped in silence. She picked up a white towel, wrapping it snugly around her body, the soft cotton clinging to her skin like a lover's hands.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward.

Her right leg dipped into the pool first. The heat was perfect—neither scalding nor lukewarm. Her body was immune to extreme temperatures, yet this felt more than physical. This warmth touched something deeper.

She slowly descended into the spring, submerging herself up to her shoulders, and tilted her head back. Her crimson hair floated on the surface like a blooming flower, the strands glimmering in the steam. She exhaled, her cheeks softly flushed. Her golden eyes fluttered shut.

"This is..." she murmured, "...incredible. Truly amazing."

And then—she felt it.

A presence. A shift in the air, dense, unmistakable. Power, familiar and intimate.

"Sion," she said without opening her eyes, "Naoko's assistant. Do you need something?"

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Sion had just stepped into the outer chamber, her breath catching in her throat.

"Damn it..." she muttered under her breath, leaning against the cool wooden frame, her heart hammering in her chest.

Her amber-red eyes blinked rapidly, cheeks flushed with color, lips slightly parted. "Why... why does she always catch me off guard? Always so radiant, always so..." She closed her eyes. "My prince ... you break my heart, and you don't even know it."

She let out a shaky breath. Her hands trembled slightly as she ran fingers through her auburn hair.

"I love you," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling like wind against glass. "I love you so much, My prince ..."

xxxxxxx

A beat passed.

Okay, let's calm down now. 

Then she straightened herself, eyes narrowing slightly, expression changing. Her lips curled into a sly smile, a predator in the form of a goddess.

"No... not tonight. Tonight, you're not untouchable."

She licked her lips slowly. "Tonight, I'll make you scream for me."

Sion stepped toward the changing bench. Her outfit was tight, black leather clinging to her curves like a second skin. She peeled it off slowly, the way silk glides across marble, until she stood bare in the soft glow of the room. Her lingerie—black, delicate, Tengu-style—was the last to go.

Naked now, she strode toward the steam like she belonged to it.

Amelia's golden eyes opened, watching her from within the pool. The water shimmered against her collarbone, mist framing her face like an ethereal painting. She raised a brow.

"I didn't expect to see you here," Sion said with a playful tone.

Amelia's gaze narrowed, her expression unreadable—cool as always. Then, slowly, she smirked.

"You knew I'd be here," she said, her voice calm, soft, but with an edge. "Don't pretend to be surprised."

Sion grinned. "So sharp, my darling. Yes... I knew. In fact, I asked Jin to send you here."

Amelia blinked once. "You... told Jin to bring me?"

Sion nodded, stepping into the water. The heat kissed her skin, tendrils of steam caressing every inch of her body. She moved closer, slowly, the distance between them shrinking like ice under sunlight.

"I just wanted a little something," she whispered, voice husky and low. Her face was inches from Amelia's. "Something small."

Amelia held her gaze. "And what would that be?"

Sion's eyes shimmered with desire. "A game."

Without waiting for a response, she leaned forward—and kissed her.

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At first, Amelia froze.

Sion's lips were soft, but full of intent—hungry, slow, almost reverent. The kiss wasn't rushed. It was a claiming, a secret unveiled. The heat of the spring paled next to the heat that suddenly bloomed in her chest.

Sion's hands cupped Amelia's cheeks gently, thumbs brushing against damp skin. Her body pressed close, skin to skin beneath the surface, their towels long forgotten. She deepened the kiss, lips parting slightly, her tongue brushing against Amelia's lower lip with aching slowness.

A small, involuntary sound escaped Amelia's throat. Her fingers clenched at the edge of the rock.

What is this... feeling?

Her heart beat faster, breath shallow. She should push her away. She should say something—but her body betrayed her. Her lips responded, cautiously at first, then with growing hunger. She felt Sion's fingers slide down her back, nails just grazing skin.

Sion murmured against her lips, "You taste like starlight, Amelie... I could get drunk on you."

Amelia's breath caught.

Sion pulled back just enough to gaze into her eyes. "Tell me to stop," she said softly. "And I will."

Amelia stared at her.

She didn't say anything.

Instead, she reached forward, took Sion by the wrist—and pulled her close again.

This time, it was Amelia who kissed her.

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Heat: I fulfilled sion's wish but in a filler chapter so I'm happy because I have peace of mind now you can skip the next chapter too because it's a filler.... 

Don't worry in the main story I will fix everything trust me