"You're late," Whis said, his voice filled with disappointment. I had barely touched the ground with both feet before he uttered those words. He stood there, rigid and stern, his arms crossed.
"Only by 30 minutes," I replied, trying to downplay my tardiness.
"Coco, you know tonight is important. I can't understand why you had to leave today. We have a lot to accomplish before tonight," Whis stressed.
"What's got you so stressed, my tall blueberry muffin? You only go on rants when you're stressed," I teased, attempting to lighten the mood.
"Coco, the officials from the higher heavens want to meet you and the rest of the Council of Life. They're the kind of people who are quick to gossip and try to point out your flaws," he replied, visibly jittery.
"Okay, and?" I responded nonchalantly.
He looked at me in shock before taking a deep breath. "Maybe I should adopt your attitude for tonight. Come along, Mother sent over some maids to help you get dressed. They'll be here in a few minutes. I'll run you a bath," he said, taking my hand and leading me to our bedroom.
Once we reached our bedroom, Whis swiftly removed my dress, letting it fall to the ground. I asked him, "What about you, sweetheart?" as I slipped my arms through the fluffy housecoat he offered.
"I've already selected my outfit. It won't take me long to get dressed," he reassured me.
Whis filled the bathtub with warm water, rose petals, and bubbles, creating a luxurious setting. He joined me in the tub, and we both relaxed, enjoying the soothing soak and each other's company. As we lounged in the bath, the conversation turned to gossip.
"I was talking to Clover, and she mentioned having a conversation with Sweet. Apparently, Sweet punches her partner in the face," I shared with Whis.
Whis gasped, clearly taken aback. "She didn't!"
"I wouldn't lie to you," I reassured him, reaching for another chocolate from the box I had picked up on my way home. I handed it to Whis, who gratefully accepted it.
"I can't believe Sweet would resort to such behavior," Whis exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. He nodded in agreement, expressing his shared sentiment.
"Clover mentioned something about it being a form of foreplay. Is that true?" I asked Whis, genuinely curious.
Whis pondered for a moment before responding, "Well, it can be considered foreplay if both partners are into it. Different couples have their own preferences and boundaries."
After we reluctantly stepped out of the bath, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, the maids, wearing gloves swiftly came forward, adorned in white gloves. They moved with grace and efficiency, surrounding Whis and me, ready to assist us in getting dressed.
Their skilled hands delicately draped luxurious garments over our bodies. The fabrics were soft against our skin, exuding elegance and sophistication. The maids paid meticulous attention to every detail, ensuring that every fold, every button, and every seam was flawlessly aligned.
while we continued our conversation. As they worked, we exchanged thoughts and updates.
"So, how is the rendezvous with Zamasu going?" Whis inquired with genuine interest.
"He's improving, but he still seems somewhat reserved around me. I had hoped he would have relaxed by now, as it would make the process of creation easier. He mentioned that I make him feel weird," I replied, expressing my concerns.
"How so?" Whis probed, curious to understand the situation better.
"I'm not entirely sure," I admitted, trying to analyze the situation. "But I have noticed that he tends to blush quite a lot when we interact. Perhaps I make him nervous," I speculated.
Whis nodded thoughtfully, considering the possibilities. "That or he might have developed feelings for you," he said, surprising me with his candidness. There was no trace of jealousy in his voice, only a genuine desire to help me understand the situation.
I paused, contemplating Whis's words. The idea had crossed my mind before, but I hadn't given it much thought. Zamasu's reactions and behavior did seem to indicate that there might be more to his feelings than simple professional respect.
"It's possible," I admitted before changing the topic.
"Who else is going to be at the ball?" I inquired, curious about the guest list.
"Well, my parents, siblings, and your friends will be there. You know, the people that matter," Whis replied.
"They usually make announcements during these events."
"Announcements?" I probed further, intrigued by the potential revelations.
Whis took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. "The announcement at the last ball was about Mother and her plans for selecting partners for us. Unfortunately, some individuals twisted the news into juicy gossip or saw it as an opportunity for personal gain. After the ball, several royal families even attempted to secure alliances by proposing marriage to me and my siblings."
Once the maids were satisfied with our appearance, the maids stepped back, their faces beaming with satisfaction. They had transformed us into visions of grace and elegance, enhancing our natural beauty and radiance.
Whis and I thanked the maids with genuine gratitude, expressing our appreciation for their meticulous work. They responded with warm smiles and a small nod, their dedication evident in their eyes. They left quietly and Whis and I continued the conversation.
Whis hesitated for a moment, his expression filled with a mixture of concern and caution. "I should inform you that there is a chance that someone might try to challenge you for your position as my partner," he finally admitted, his voice tinged with unease.
A mischievous smile curled at the corners of my lips as I absorbed his words, a flicker of excitement dancing in my eyes. "Let them try," I responded, A breathy giggle escaped me, a hint of playful defiance in my tone. "I'm not afraid of a bunch of nobodies who have never tasted death. And if they think they can try to take you from me, I'll gladly help them taste death themselves," I declared, my voice laced with determination.
Whis blushed at my bold statement, his cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. "Oh, wow," he murmured, clearly surprised. "It's not often I can make you blush," I remarked, a hint of delight in my voice.
"I've never heard you be so... so," Whis stammered, struggling to find the right words. Before he could finish, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, intending for it to be a brief peck. However, the intensity of the moment deepened the kiss, and we lost ourselves in the passion of the connection we shared.
Reluctantly, I broke the kiss, leaving behind a new lipstick color on Whis's lips as a playful reminder. "We can't get off track," I reminded him, my voice filled with a sense of urgency. "If we do, we'll never make it to the ball."
Grand priestess pov
To attend the ball, I had to assume my true form, which made me feel uneasy about my full height. I preferred being the same height as my husband because it allowed for comfortable conversations without me having to look down. As soon as he left our bedroom, I transformed, ensuring that I avoided him throughout the day. It wasn't difficult since I had to go to the closet to pick up my ball gown. However, because I now stood at my full height, my measurements were noticeably different. If anyone were to walk into our closet, they might assume that we had a secret lover.
The only advantage of returning to my original form was that everyone immediately recognized me whenever I visited home.
ding, ding
"Queen Hachimitsu!" exclaimed a girl with golden eyes.
I greeted the young tailor with a warm smile. "The original royal family has long passed. Please address me by my new title," I said.
"I-I'm sorry, ma'am," the nervous girl with golden eyes apologized with a bow.
"No harm done. I'm here to collect my dress," I replied.
"Yes, ma'am. Please take a seat, and I'll bring your dress out," the young girl offered. I nodded but chose not to sit. I didn't want to be too close to the window where curious onlookers might catch a glimpse inside.
Even after the demise of the original royal family, I remained a respected figure. The current royals still sought my advice from time to time. "Ma'am?" the girl called, bringing me back to the present as I looked down at her.
"I have your dress," she said.
"Thank you," I replied. I accepted the dress from her and studied it for a moment. White clothing wasn't my favorite since it tended to get easily dirty.
"Ma'am, may I ask you a question?" the girl with golden eyes inquired politely. She had been courteous throughout our interaction, so I saw no reason to decline. I motioned for her to proceed.
"My teacher used to tell us stories about how you started a secret rebellion against the family you married into. Why did you rebel?" she asked. I shook my head, feeling a sense of disillusionment. "History isn't always accurately written," I replied.
"Huh?" she said, clearly confused.
"My story has been rewritten countless times, and with each retelling, something changes," I admitted.
"What is your truth?" the girl pressed.
"That's an excellent question. How about I share it with you the next time I visit?" I suggested, walking toward the door. Before leaving, I glanced back at the girl.
"Do you live in Addy village?" I asked.
"Yes, Ma'am," she replied.
"Lovely little village," I remarked with a fond smile.
I always despised events like this. It took considerable mental preparation to tolerate being around these pretentious individuals. Having returned home an hour ago, I had already gotten dressed and was now seated in front of the vanity table in our bathroom, applying my makeup.
I don't know how I missed my husband entering the room, but he surprised me by running his finger up my back. Instantly, goosebumps erupted on my skin, and a warm sensation spread throughout my body. His presence almost caused me to mess up my eyeliner. He placed both hands on my shoulders and leaned in, speaking in a husky voice near my left ear. "It's not often that I get to see you like this. Why are you avoiding me, Honey?" My foolish body involuntarily shivered in response to him.
"I-I'm not avoiding you," I stammered, sounding like a complete idiot. He pulled down the shoulder of my dress, exposing my shoulder, and planted a kiss on it.
"Yes, you are. Don't tell me the same woman who used to wear higher heels just to spite me when we were younger is now concerned about her height," he remarked. My silence spoke volumes. He tugged down the shoulder of my dress even further. "Allow me to show you how much I appreciate your body."
My cries of ecstasy echo in our bathroom as he pounds me from behind. I've managed to knock my perfume off and smug my make-up. My mascara was running, and my lipstick was currently on my husband's cock from when he face fucked me a little while ago. He worshipped my body and left marks where he knew my dress would cover them. He pulls out and I whine.
"That unpleasant old habit of whining seems to be trying to resurface," remarked the Grand Priest. He flips me onto my back and puts my legs over his shoulders. "Well, I suppose I'll have to put a stop to that habit, just as I did on our wedding night," he said. He slides back into me with ease and I arch my back wanting him deeper in me.
Clover pov
As I fiddled with my dress, a sense of unfamiliarity washed over me. "It feels strange to be in a full dress after wearing pants for so long," I commented. Doubt crept in as I questioned, "Do I really need to wear the tiara?"
"Yes, now please stay still while I check if I missed anything," Vados responded. A whine came from our sofa set as Lord Champa voiced his discontent, "Why can't I go?"
"Because, my lord, this event is only for a select few," Vados explained, revealing news that caught me by surprise. Nervously, I played with my hands and realized they felt bare. "I'm missing gloves," I stated.
"That's intentional, Clover. And thank you for mentioning it; now I know what I overlooked," Vados acknowledged. She swiftly entered our closet and returned, handing me something. "A fan?" I questioned.
"It's to keep your hands occupied, so you're not tempted to touch everything," Vados clarified. Anxious, I asked, "Am I the only one without gloves?"
"No," she quickly replied, fastening my scales of justice brooch onto my dress. "You'll have to control your excitement when you see Coco," Vados advised.
"Right, this will be the first time Clover meets those high-class jerks," Champa muttered. Stepping down from the platform Vados had placed me on, I took a seat next to the feline lord. "I suppose, while I wait for you to get dressed, I'll work on curbing my excitement," I said.
Vados nodded and proceeded into our bathroom to get dressed.
