I'm not arguing, I'm just mesmerized by your ass.
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"Yes, Father," Uzrul replied, her composure slipping back into place. She motioned to Amel. "Come, little man. I'll show you our kingdom."
Amel hesitated for a moment before starting to follow her. His steps were slow, his gaze flicking back to Yuno. "You knew her from the beginning, didn't you?"
Yuno's eyes softened, and a faint smile tugged at her lips. "Yes," she said, her voice carrying a quiet warmth. "I'm probably her godmother."
"I see," Amel murmured, digesting her words.
He gave a small nod, turned, and followed Uzrul, questions swirling in his mind like a storm.
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The focus shifted to Amel as he trailed behind Uzrul, his boots crunching against the snow.
But it didn't take long for his curiosity to push him forward. He quickened his pace, walking beside her, his gaze locked on something unusual.
It wasn't her striking appearance or the orange hair that caught his attention—it was the fact that she left no trace on the snow.
No footprints. No indentation. Nothing.
It was as if the world itself refused to acknowledge her presence, letting her glide effortlessly through its rules.
She truly is… a fascinating creature, he thought to himself.
"You know, it's rude to stare," Uzrul said suddenly, her voice breaking through his thoughts.
She didn't even turn her head, yet she caught his gaze like she had eyes on the side of her face.
Amel flinched as if he'd been caught red-handed. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to stare. I was just… curious."
He hesitated before blurting out, "How are you not leaving any tracks on the ground?"
Uzrul turned her head slightly, amusement flickering in her silver eyes. "Oh, that's what you were looking at."
"Where did you think I was looking?" Amel asked, raising an eyebrow.
Uzrul blinked, her face unreadable for a moment before she replied with disarming bluntness, "I don't know. Maybe… at my pussy?"
Amel nearly tripped over himself. "What?!" he exclaimed, his voice going up an octave in shock.
"What do you mean, 'what'? Isn't that what all men do?" Uzrul said nonchalantly, as if she were discussing the weather.
"No, they don't!" Amel shot back, his face burning red.
Uzrul tilted her head, clearly unconvinced. "Oh? Do you want to look at my pussy?"
"Absolutely not!" Amel practically shouted, his voice laced with indignation and disbelief.
"Then why are you making such a big deal out of it?" Uzrul quipped, crossing her arms with a smirk that teetered on smugness.
"I'm not the one who brought it up!" Amel retorted, an exasperated smile breaking through his flustered demeanor. "You're the one talking about it—you pervert."
Uzrul froze for a split second, her composed expression cracking as her snowy features twitched in irritation. "I am NOT a pervert!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the frosty air like a whip.
"Too late—I said it first, so you are," Amel shot back with a grin, his tone playful but daring.
Uzrul's jaw tightened, and it was as though an imaginary vein popped on her forehead.
She opened her mouth to retort, but Amel, sensing an opportunity, pressed on. "Also," he added with mock innocence, "why are you going commando, you pervert?"
Her jaw dropped, and this time, the imaginary tick marks practically multiplied. "I—what?! I am NOT a pervert, and I'm NOT going commando!" she yelled, her voice echoing in the still air.
Amel's grin only widened, his teasing now in full force. "Says the one walking around butt naked," he quipped, shrugging casually.
Uzrul sputtered, her face caught somewhere between utter disbelief and mounting frustration.
They had already passed through the gates of the ruined kingdom, but neither of them noticed. Their focus was entirely consumed by their escalating squabble.
"Fuck you!" Uzrul shouted, her voice echoing through the icy ruins like a thunderclap.
"Ah, resorting to profanity because you can't win an argument? Truly shameless," Amel quipped, his smug grin practically begging for retaliation.
Uzrul didn't bother with a verbal retort this time. Her hand whipped through the air in a sharp slap aimed directly at his face.
Amel could have dodged easily—should have, perhaps—but he hesitated for just a moment, realizing he might have pushed her too far. Or maybe… not far enough.
"Truly, a white gorilla with big bajungas," he muttered under his breath. At the last second, he ducked, disappearing from her line of sight with a swift movement.
Before Uzrul could process his evasion, there was a sudden bam!
Amel's hand landed firmly on her behind.
The sensation of her butt was peculiar—a chill that wasn't like normal cold, a softness like compacted snow, yet somehow alive.
"Ouchy!" Uzrul yelped, an oddly high-pitched cry escaping her lips as she spun around.
"You bastard!" she shrieked, her snowy cheeks now tinged with a faint, icy blue hue—equal parts fury and embarrassment.
"Hey, it's not my fault," Amel said, raising his hands defensively but still wearing that maddening grin. "You started this."
"Me?!" Uzrul's voice shot up, incredulous. "You perverted, horny manhole!"
Amel froze, blinking in disbelief. "Manhole? Really? That's what you're going with?"
Uzrul crossed her arms, glaring at him with unrelenting intensity. "What? I call it as I see it."
"Alright," Amel replied, smirking as he leaned in slightly, ready to fire back. "If I'm a manhole, what does that make you?"
"Go ahead, genius," Uzrul shot back, her icy eyes daring him to say it. "What about me?"
He tilted his head, his smirk widening. "You look like the kind of bitch who'd rinse and reuse a stick like a damn whore."
For a split second, the ruins fell silent. Uzrul's eyes widened, her face caught in a mixture of shock and pure, unfiltered rage.
"You… That's it," she growled, her voice low and venomous.
The temperature around them plummeted as frost began to swirl, spiraling toward Amel. Her wicked smile returned as she raised her hand, unleashing a surge of icy magic that engulfed him, encasing him completely in shimmering ice.
Or so she thought.
Bam!
Another smack echoed through the frosty air, landing squarely on Uzrul's ass once more. This time, an electric jolt rippled through her, and she practically leapt into the air.
"Aaaa, ouchy!" she cried out again, her voice tinged with disbelief and indignation.
Amel stood behind her, casually dusting his hands off, his grin now bordering on cocky. "You've got a weird cry to pain 'ouchy,' don't you?"
Uzrul whirled around, her cheeks now flushed an even deeper shade of icy blue. Her fists trembled at her sides as her fury visibly reached its boiling point.
"You're dead," she growled, her frosty aura crackling with dangerous intent.
Amel laughed, taking a few cautious steps back. "Come on, Uzrul. Don't get your frozen panties in a twist."
"Panties?! I don't even wear—" She stopped mid-sentence, realizing far too late that she'd just walked into yet another trap.
Amel's laughter erupted, echoing through the ruins as he turned and bolted, Uzrul's icy wrath hot—ironically—on his heels.
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Uzrul roared, her voice booming through the snowy ruins as she sprinted after Amel, her fury practically radiating off her in waves.
"Bitch, you're thousands of years too early!" Amel taunted, suddenly reappearing behind her with a mischievous grin.
"Oh yeah?" she snapped, her icy eyes blazing with unbridled rage.
"Oh, yes," Amel replied confidently, now standing face-to-face with her, daring her to make a move.
"Then dodge this, motherfucker!" she yelled, swinging a punch aimed squarely at his smug face.
But before her fist could connect, Amel vanished yet again.
Smack!
"Aaaa, ouchy!" Uzrul yelped, another electric jolt rippling through her ass.
And so the absurd game of cat and mouse continued, echoing with Uzrul's frustrated cries and Amel's relentless smacking.
Eventually, the scene took an even stranger turn.
Uzrul lay sprawled on the snowy ground, her ass in the air, its once pristine white now tinged with a faint, icy blue hue.
Her cheeks burned with a deep blush, half from embarrassment, half from pure fury. A pout tugged at her lips, making her frustration somehow even more palpable.
Amel stood behind her, hands on his hips, his expression a mix of triumph and guilt.
'Yup, she's a pervert,' he thought smugly. But then, a more serious realization crept in. Did I go too far?
He hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh. Stepping closer, he stretched out a hand. "Here, pick yourself up."
Uzrul glared up at him, her silver eyes still blazing with residual anger. "You went at it for hours," she growled.
Amel winced, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "I'm… sorry about that," he admitted, plopping down onto the snow beside her. "I guess I got carried away."
"Too far?!" Uzrul repeated, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and exhaustion. "You didn't just go too far—you went to the ends of the earth! Thanks to you, I can't even sit down!"
Her voice cracked, and before she could stop herself, a single tear escaped, rolling down her pale cheek. She quickly turned her head, trying to hide it.
Amel stared at Uzrul, guilt coiling uncomfortably in his chest. Letting out a softer sigh, he said, "Alright, I get it. That was too much. I'll… make it up to you, okay?"
Still sprawled on the snowy ground, her rear unceremoniously in the air, Uzrul glared at him with icy suspicion.
Her silver eyes burned like daggers, ready to pierce through him.
"Show me your butt," Amel blurted, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Maybe I can help relieve some of the pain."
Uzrul froze, her glare sharpening into something deadly. "Nope. You're going to hurt me again," she snapped, her tone accusatory.
"I promise I won't hurt your butt," Amel said, raising both hands in mock surrender.
She didn't budge, her expression as distrustful as ever. "Not buying it," she said flatly.
"I swear," he repeated, leaning forward as if the sincerity in his posture would convince her.
Still unconvinced, she stuck her tongue out like a bratty child and taunted, "Uaaaa!"
Amel pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling through gritted teeth. "Alright, how about this? I won't move from here. You can do whatever you want to me if I break my promise."
Her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing him. "You swear?"
"I swear," he said, his tone unusually serious this time.
With great effort, Uzrul tried to push herself off the ground.
As soon as she did, a sharp pain shot through her rear, forcing her to collapse back into the snow. "Uggh," she groaned, her face twisting in discomfort.
Amel smirked, unable to suppress the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, that was pathetic."
Uzrul's face turned a deeper shade of blue, a mix of fury and embarrassment flooding her expression. "YOU'RE pathetic! And… and… FUCK YOU!" she spat, her words loaded with venom.
"Still as rude as ever," Amel replied, shaking his head as he dusted snow from his clothes. Without another word, he turned on his heel and began walking away.
"Hey! Where are you going?!" Uzrul's voice rose in panic, her head snapping up to watch him leave.
Amel glanced back, his expression one of exaggerated politeness. "Oh, Your Highness," he said with mock grandeur. "Are you talking to me?"
Her jaw dropped in disbelief, words momentarily escaping her.
Finally, she managed to shout, "YOU! Help me!"
"And why should I?" Amel asked, tilting his head with an infuriating smirk.
"Because I DEMAND it!" Uzrul barked, her voice full of indignation. But her position—still awkwardly sprawled on the snow with her rear in the air—did little to bolster her authority.
Amel remained silent, his expression unreadable.
Uzrul frowned, irritation flickering in her icy eyes. "Why are you silent?"
He finally responded, his tone calm but laced with teasing. "You know, if you'd asked nicely, I might've helped. But…"
Her eyes narrowed. "But…?"
"But now?" He shrugged with casual indifference. "You're on your own."
With that, Amel turned and began walking toward the castle, leaving Uzrul awkwardly sprawled in the snow.
Uzrul bit her lip in frustration. She tried once more to push herself up, but—
"Uggh," a sharp jolt of pain shot through her, and she collapsed back into the cold embrace of the snow.
Her cheeks burned with a mix of pain and embarrassment.
The thought of calling for her father to rescue her in this pathetic state was unbearable.
Regret gnawed at her as she watched Amel's figure grow smaller in the distance.
Her pride fought fiercely against her need, but in the end, she muttered softly, barely audible, "Please… help me."
To her surprise, he heard her.
A familiar voice cut through the silence. "You're such a sly girl."
Before she could even react, Uzrul felt herself being lifted off the ground. "Wooah!" she yelped, startled by the sudden movement.
"Don't panic. It's me," Amel said, his voice steady.
Recognizing him, she stopped struggling—for a moment. That was until she felt something foreign brushing against her rear.
Her face flushed a deep blue, equal parts anger and embarrassment flooding her expression. "Hey! Wha-what are you doing, you pervert?!" she shrieked, flailing wildly.
In her frantic struggle, one of her legs shot backward like a reflexive kick. It connected squarely with Amel's stomach.
"Uggh," he groaned, staggering slightly under the blow.
"Damn it, you bitch!" he snapped, doubling over momentarily. "Stop thrashing around like an idiot!"
Uzrul smirked, crossing her arms defiantly even while still being held. "You're the idiot." She was happy that she was finally able to kick him even though it was not intentional.
Amel straightened, fixing her with a glare. "If you keep this up, I'll drop you. And trust me, your bum won't thank you for it."
That got her attention. Panic replaced defiance as she quickly blurted, "No, please, no!"
"Then stop struggling," he demanded, his voice firm.
"Fine," she muttered reluctantly, her tone still defiant but her flailing finally subsiding.
This time, when Uzrul felt the warmth of Amel's hands on her bruised backside, she didn't lash out like before.
She stayed still, her pride warring with the undeniable relief coursing through her butt.
A soft, white glow emanated from Amel's palms, and a soothing warmth spread across her tender skin, melting away the discomfort.
Uzrul could feel the bruises slowly fading, but something else began creeping into her thoughts—a strange, unfamiliar sensation she couldn't quite name.
"That's enough," she muttered, her voice low, her face flushed a shade of icy blue.
"There's still some bruising left," Amel replied, his tone practical, his focus unwavering as he continued his work.
"No, don't—" Uzrul blurted out suddenly, cutting him off mid-sentence.
"Why not?" Amel asked, raising an eyebrow, his tone equal parts confused and curious.
Uzrul hesitated for only a moment before responding in her usual blunt manner. "Because… I like it."
Amel froze, his hands hovering over her butt.
His brain stumbled, tripping over the unexpected confession.
No filter whatsoever. And a full-blown masochist to boot, he thought, letting out an internal sigh.
"Fine," he said, shaking his head slightly as he prepared to pull his hands away.
But before he could move, two voices rang out in unison, shattering the moment:
"Amel, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"Daughter, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?"
The words reverberated through the air like thunder.
And then—
Bam!
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{AN:
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