[Altair Miller]
After calming Olga down, I planned to take her back to her room, but I ended up detouring to the medical area.
Don't get me wrong—she wasn't injured or anything like that. In fact, according to her, she just wanted to talk to Da Vinci in private for some reason.
After leaving her there, I headed toward my room. As I approached the door, it opened automatically.
My room was simple: gray walls, a king-size bed, a plant in one corner, and a few computers in the opposite corner. To be honest, I liked this minimalist style.
I let out a slightly tired sigh and walked toward the bathroom.
The door opened automatically as I approached.
With one hand, I pulled off my clothes, tossing them into a laundry basket while taking in the surroundings. The bathroom had a high-tech look but with a touch of classic Japanese style. It was a nice contrast.
Heading toward the shower, I gave a faint smile as I turned on the faucet.
Hot water poured from the showerhead, creating a mist that filled the space. I stepped into the shower area and let the warm water glide over my body, savoring every second.
Yesterday, I just collapsed onto my bed without even trying out the shower in Chaldea.
But as the hot water slid over my body, I completely lost track of time. I probably stayed under the shower for more than half an hour.
Reluctantly, I turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower, drying myself with a towel.
Wearing only a pair of monkey-patterned underwear—someone must've thought that was funny—I rolled my eyes, stepping out of the bathroom while drying my long, messy hair.
"…"
My hands stopped drying my hair, and my eyes widened at the "surprise" in my room.
The surprise was none other than Olga, wearing a long white lingerie piece that reached her waist, revealing white lace panties and garter stockings. The sheer tulle and lace fabric hugged her body delicately, with floral details adorning the bust area and flowing gently down her torso. A small satin bow decorated the garment at her waist. Thin straps rested on her shoulders, and the garters attached to the hem of the nightgown connected seamlessly to the lacy stockings, accentuating her long, pale legs.
Not only was she in my room in this unconventional outfit, but she was also kneeling, her face flushed, staring directly at me.
I blinked, confused, unable to look away from the beauty in such revealing clothes.
What the hell is going on!? I exclaimed mentally, unable to fully process the scene. Forcing my brain to start working again, I opened my mouth and said:
"I'm not complaining, since this is quite a sight for sore eyes, but… what are you doing?" I asked, more confused than an orphan on Father's Day.
Olga placed a hand on her chest, took a deep breath as if gathering courage, and began to speak:
"Miller… I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you've done for me. In such a short time, you've done more than I could ever repay or than anyone else has ever done for me. You treated me like someone special, with a kindness and care I'd never experienced before. You didn't just stand by my side—you literally saved my life, a life I believed for a long time wasn't worth saving. What I'm trying to say is…"
She leaned forward slowly, her knees touching the floor gently, contrasting with the weight of her words. Her hands trembled slightly as they rested in front of her. She took a deep breath and bowed, her forehead touching the ground. Her loose, silky hair slid to the sides like a silvery cascade, brushing the floor around her face, while the white lingerie she wore seemed even more revealing in that position, the tight fabric molding to her body in a way that left little to the imagination.
"…"
I was speechless. For a moment, I almost believed I was dreaming. The situation was so surreal it felt like something out of a daydream.
"Miller…" she whispered, her head still pressed to the floor. "You showed me that I deserve to live, that my life has value. And for that… for everything… I can't thank you enough." Her voice overflowed with sincerity as if these were words she'd been holding onto for a long time.
She stayed like that for a few seconds. When she finally sat up, our eyes met, and there was a mix of gratitude and something deeper, almost pathological, in her gaze.
"Thank you."
Snapping out of my stupor, I approached her.
"I'll admit I'm confused," I scratched my head. "But I got the gist of it. With that in mind, you don't need to thank me. Everything I did was because I wanted to." I sat on the floor, meeting her golden eyes, which shimmered with a faintly dangerous light.
She was still on her hands and knees, her body curved, accentuating her slender waist while her shoulders rose and fell slightly, and the curve of her back formed a sensual line.
"I didn't come here just to thank you. I've decided to dedicate everything I am to you. I'll still pursue my dream with all my strength, but my soul and body are yours… For a while now, just looking at you gives me butterflies in my stomach. I can't put into words how much you've become special to me." Her long white hair fell over her face, leaving only her eyes visible, locked onto me with intensity.
It felt like she might pounce on me at any moment.
I was surprised by her words, but I'd already suspected she felt something for me. I wasn't blind, nor was I a typical Japanese protagonist.
I just hadn't realized it was this intense.
To say I didn't like her would be a lie. And honestly, her eyes, which carried a glint of madness, were kind of adorable. Those almost pathological feelings didn't bother me. On the contrary—having always been someone who craved affection, her possessive or obsessive emotions didn't scare me. To me, they were just a more intense form of love.
The problem was that I wasn't exactly great at expressing feelings, being a complete novice in this area.
I was more about actions than words.
With that in mind, I lifted her chin with one hand, raising her face. With the other, I brushed her hair away from her face, revealing her beautiful expression.
"Miller…" she murmured, confused, but before she could finish, I lowered my face and kissed her pink lips.
Her eyes widened, but as she felt my lips, she kissed me back. It was clear neither of us had experience. We were just following our instincts.
"…"
All rational thought fled my mind. All I could think about was the warmth of her soft mouth. When our lips parted, I slipped my tongue into her mouth.
"Mmm," she moaned into my mouth, encouraging me to continue as she leaned into me, pressing her body against mine.
I slid one hand behind her, supporting her lower back, and the other around her waist, finding the warm skin of her smooth stomach. I continued exploring her skin, tracing circles around her navel while pushing her lingerie upward. I gently bit her lower lip and pressed my body against hers.
The kiss grew more intense with each second, our tongues tangling with each other.
For seconds, or perhaps minutes, we kept kissing, until our lips parted, leaving a trail of saliva.
Olga's face was flushed a beautiful contrast against her pale skin.
With our eyes locked, I murmured:
"Do you want to continue?" My hands were on her hips, squeezing and molding them to my touch. The fabric of her panties was soft and comfortable.
"Yes," she nodded quickly, her hands around my neck, a smile forming. "I love you, more than I love myself. I already said: everything I am is yours." She moved her lips to my ear and whispered, "Use me however you want." Her cheeks were bright red, but then she bit my earlobe.
The last thread of my resolve snapped completely. Without thinking, I ran my hand over her legs, covered by her stockings, and lifted her into my arms, carrying her to the bed.
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A/N:Hmm...
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