"Hey! Sister Bronya? What are you doing...!?"
Like a predator stalking her prey, the little duck lunged—without warning, without hesitation.
In one smooth motion, she pulled the unsuspecting Lunelle into her arms, the warmth of their bodies crashing together.
Then, without giving Lunelle a moment to react, Bronya guided her down onto the sofa, their limbs tangled with practiced ease.
"Nothing in particular. I just felt like holding Seele again. You wouldn't say no...right?"
Without a change in expression, the little duck pressed her face against Lunelle's delicate neck, breathing in deeply—Seele's scent, sweet and faintly creamy, enveloped her senses.
The (???) expression she usually wore twisted into (=???=), the subtle mark of someone barely holding back.
Though she always seemed calm, Bronya was clearly losing herself in the moment—her control slipping the longer she held Seele.
Because before the girl she loved, even Bronya's renowned discipline crumbled in the face of temptation.
Even the lightest teasing—if it came from Seele—was dangerous.
"But...but...Sister Bronya, I'm not Seele!"
Lunelle groaned internally. Bronya's obsession was persistent to the point of exhaustion.
The woman who would someday become her third wife was hugging her like they were lovers—and yet calling her by another woman's name. How was that not bizarre?
"It's fine. Bronya believes Seele will remember everything, in time."
No amount of protest seemed to get through. Bronya had stopped listening the moment her arms found Lunelle.
To her, the girl in front of her was Seele. No other version of reality mattered.
The only problem—if one had to call it that—was that something about Seele felt a bit too...lush.
'Wait. Too lush?'
As Bronya held her tighter, a strange thought surfaced. Something about today felt different.
Had something changed since yesterday?
Had something...grown?
Curious, the little duck's hand, which had been respectfully circling Lunelle's waist, started drifting higher—seeking silent confirmation.
Meanwhile, Lunelle, still trying to figure out how to convince Bronya that she wasn't Seele, suddenly froze.
A slow, creeping pressure crawled across her skin, and her breath caught in her throat.
Her gaze flicked downward—only to find Bronya's hand reaching a place it definitely shouldn't have.
!!! ...
'What the hell is this?!'
'Did I just get sneak-attacked by my third wife?!'
"Sister Bronya, why... why is your hand there...!!!"
Lunelle's soft, fair face flushed scarlet in an instant.
Though her body had fully become that of a girl, she wasn't used to being touched so intimately—not like this.
Especially not when she, the so-called husband, was clearly the one on the receiving end.
This was completely wrong QWQ!
'If someone's going to take the lead—it should be me, shouldn't it?'
Fueled by that thought, Lunelle began squirming in Bronya's arms, trying to slip away.
But even with her enhanced strength, she was no match for Bronya—a trained Valkyrie in every sense.
'I thought Seele wasn't supposed to be like this…
But somehow, she's even more dangerous than I imagined!'
Her movements, meant to resist, only served to draw Bronya in deeper. To the little duck, her struggles looked more like flirtation.
And now that her intentions were exposed, Bronya didn't bother to hide her growing appetite—Seele was already in her arms. Why hold back now?
Lunelle may have been good at fantasizing in secret.
But now, her wife was taking initiative—and theory had become action.
Despite her internal panic, Lunelle found herself quickly overrun by her wife's relentless affection!!!
"Sister Bronya... please... please don't do that!!!"
Lunelle could no longer resist. Her voice trembled, her eyes pleaded. Desperate, she threw out a final threat: "If you don't stop, I'll scream for help!"
Surely Bronya wouldn't want to be caught doing indecent things—especially not by others in the house.
But to her horror, Bronya simply smiled.
"It's fine. Bronya wouldn't mind people knowing how close she is to Seele."
"But Seele, are you ready for Mei and that idiot Kiana—who are right in the kitchen—to hear you scream?"
The little duck, now fluent in Far Eastern mind games, didn't even blink at Lunelle's last resort.
And frustratingly, she was right.
The one with something to lose—was Seele, not Bronya.
Which meant Bronya could act freely. And Lunelle had to cover for her just to keep her dignity intact.
The moment that reality sank in, Lunelle felt her resolve collapse.
Fine...
At worst, she'd just be rejected by her future third wife.
And while it was humiliating to be teased and bullied like this, it wasn't the end of the world, right?
So, after some quick internal bargaining, Lunelle gave up on resistance—enduring Bronya's advances while constantly fretting over the terrifying thought of Kiana and Mei walking in.
Just hours ago, she'd awakened her talent and basked in pride. Now, she was completely at Bronya's mercy.
The way Bronya moved—confident, familiar—was a little too convincing.
Like a scene from one of those anime where the girl glares and asks, "Why are you so good at this?"
At first, Lunelle managed to let out a few breathy protests, half sobs, half moans.
But soon after, even those gave way to silence—Bronya's technique too overwhelming to endure.
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T/N: This could have 100% been more feely, but I was feeling a little lazy
Also, I said this for the other fanfic I'm translating, but I'll try to upload 5 chapters a day for each fanfic, but for now i'll do 4 so it stops on a good number.
This is cause if I look at the same content for too long I make more mistakes and I burn out fast asf.
I don't really care for money from translating(I'm way to lazy to set it up and im doing this for fun) so don't ask about early uploads. Even though im broke as helllllll.
I might start on a new star rail fanfic after I finish uploading the 4 chaps.