Lind carefully placed Alice on her small bed covered with a soft blanket, as gently as if she were handling the most delicate magical instrument.
However, the movement of the body eventually disturbed the sleeping girl.
Alice's long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she let out a soft moan before slowly opening her grey-blue eyes, which were still hazy with the light of waking.
In the instant her vision focused, she didn't see her own crookedly sewn, expressionless "Linde pillow," but rather Linde's real face, close at hand, with a gentle smile!
His deep purple eyes were fixed intently on her, filled with a tenderness she had never seen before, a tenderness that was almost overwhelming.
"ah--!"
A short, sharp scream shattered the silence of the laboratory!
Alice sprang to her feet like a startled rabbit, her cheeks turning bright red in an instant, even her small earlobes were tinged with a vivid crimson.
She frantically tried to hide her "evidence"—the Linde pillow—behind her back, only to find it lying openly on her lap, while Linde's gaze swept back and forth between her face and the pillow with great interest.
"You, you, you...when did you come in?!"
Alice's voice was filled with unprecedented panic and shame, wishing she could immediately activate a spatial spell to teleport herself away.
She grabbed a cushion and hugged it tightly to her chest, as if that would block Lind's view. She shrank into the corner of the bed like a cooked shrimp.
Looking at her, who seemed to want to disappear into the ground, Lin De felt an overwhelming surge of affection for her.
Instead of backing away, he sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out, and gently took her small hand, which was gripping the pillow tightly and whose knuckles were turning white.
“Alice,” his voice was deep and gentle, with a soothing power, “I just came in and saw some research fanatic sleeping with… well, something very interesting.”
Alice's body stiffened visibly, and she lowered her head even further, her golden hair falling down to cover her burning cheeks.
Her muffled voice came from behind her hair, tinged with a barely perceptible tremor and...fear:
"You...you don't...hate me, do you? Do you think I'm weird?...childish?"
She asked the question cautiously, revealing a vulnerability she would never normally exhibit.
She was afraid Lind would laugh at her, afraid he would think she was a child who never grew up, and afraid that he would look down on her clumsy feelings.
Linde felt as if an invisible hand had gently squeezed his heart.
He gently pulled her tightly clenched fingers, along with the "substitute pillow," towards himself.
How could that be?
Linde's voice carried an undeniable certainty, even a hint of amusement, "How could I possibly dislike a genius mage who... secretly sewed me into a body pillow and slept with me?"
He reached out a finger and gently lifted Alice's chin, forcing her to raise her head and meet his burning gaze.
Her eyes were misty with shame and nervousness, making her look like a startled fawn, yet possessing a fatal attraction.
“Alice,” Lind’s voice deepened, becoming magnetically seductive, “you know what? Seeing this makes me so happy. So, so happy. To have such a genius mage who likes me, cares about me, and is even willing to ‘sew’ me into her life is an honor, a treasure I could never have asked for. How could I hate it? I will only…cherish it even more.”
The tenderness and undisguised joy in his eyes, like warm spring water, instantly dispelled all the fear and coldness in Alice's heart.
The immense shame remained, but a stronger, warm current of acceptance and appreciation surged in, overwhelming all her defenses.
“Linde…” Alice’s voice choked with sobs, and her tense body instantly went limp. She loosened her grip on the pillow, letting it slide to the side, and then, like a small animal seeking refuge, she suddenly threw herself into Linde’s arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and burying her burning cheeks deep in the warm crook of his neck.
"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"
Her muffled voice, tinged with tears, came through as she gently pounded Linde's back with her small fists, as if venting her shock and shame, or perhaps it was a form of coquetry.
Lind chuckled softly, tightening his arms around her, holding her slender yet powerful body firmly in his embrace.
He felt her body tremble slightly, and smelled the scent of parchment, alchemical potions, and her unique sweetness mingling in her hair. An unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled his chest.
“Yes, I’m an idiot,” Lind said with a doting tone, gently kissing the top of her head, “an idiot lord who was ‘sewn’ into a pillow by the genius mage, Miss Alice.”
Alice squirmed in his arms, seemingly even more shy, but she tightened her embrace even more.
The two embraced quietly, the only sounds in the laboratory being their heartbeats and breathing.
An ambiguous warmth flowed silently through the air, growing stronger and stronger.
It's unclear who started it; perhaps it was Lind's light kiss on her ear that was too intense, or perhaps it was Alice's unconscious rubbing against his neck that was too alluring.
When Lind lifted her chin again, the misty tears in Alice's eyes had transformed into undisguised love and longing.
Their eyes met, and it seemed as if tiny sparks were crackling in the air.
Lind lowered his head, and this time, his kiss was no longer a test or a comfort, but rather one filled with unquestionable possessiveness and burning passion, accurately capturing Alice's slightly trembling lips.
“Mmm…” Alice let out a muffled moan, responding awkwardly yet passionately.
She was no longer a passive recipient; the exploratory spirit and passionate emotions of a genius mage erupted completely at this moment.
She clumsily imitated, responded, and even tried to take the lead, and her unreserved enthusiasm instantly ignited the suppressed flame in Lind's heart.
The laboratory lights seemed to dim and ambiguous. Blueprints, parts, shimmering crystalline cores... everything around the research fanatic's "battlefield" became an insignificant background.
The clothes flowed smoothly down her skin.
Alice's fair and delicate skin, as smooth as fine porcelain, tinged with a beautiful pink hue when exposed to the cool air.
Lind's kisses were like a branding iron, tracing down her beautiful neckline and igniting a series of thrilling sparks.
Alice arched her body slightly, enjoying the waves of pleasure brought by Lind.
Her fingertips traced back and forth across Lind's broad back, as if searching for the only support in a storm.
When the final obstacle was completely removed, and when Lind possessed her with unparalleled tenderness and irresistible power, Alice let out a short, suppressed cry of pain, only to be overwhelmed by a surge of intense, unprecedented sensations.
Pain and pleasure intertwine, reason and instinct clash.
The genius mage's proud mind completely shut down, leaving only the most primal and pure emotions burning within him.
Like a small boat, she was led by Linde, rising and falling, sinking in an unfamiliar ocean of desire.
Only the lingering afterglow of their union remained in the laboratory.
The light and shadow flickered violently on the wall, like an uncontrolled flow of energy in a magical experiment, intense and dazzling.
…………
When the storm finally subsided, Alice, like a lazy cat, lay softly on Lind's sweaty chest, breathing lightly, her golden hair clinging to her smooth forehead and rosy cheeks.
She tilted her head slightly, her grey-blue eyes still glistening with a post-coital haze, while a smug and mischievous smile played on her lips, her fingers unconsciously tracing small circles on Linde's chest.
"Hmm... Your charming lord, you've successfully 'captured' another beautiful girl?"
Her voice, slightly hoarse and languid, tickled Lind's heart like a feather. "A remarkable record, isn't it? Sister Nazra, Sister Leonis... and now me too. How does it feel, my viscount?"
Lin De looked down at her smug expression, which suggested she was getting a good deal but was still acting innocent, and chuckled as he pinched her pert nose.
"Feeling?" He deliberately dragged out his words, pulling her closer to him and feeling the warmth of their skin touching. "It feels like... I've finally plucked the most precious star from her magic tower and hidden it in my arms."
Instead of directly answering the question about his record, he silenced Alice's teasing with the sweetest words.
Alice's blush, which had just faded, suddenly returned. She snorted, buried her face in Lind's chest, and muttered softly:
"You're really good with words..."
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