Lucid Dream
Being used to sleeping with a cuddle companion, Lith's muscle memory kicked in as his evil claws slithered over Mayzin's body.
They were still in their limit and didn't touch in places they weren't supposed to, putting Mayzin in a dilemma.
Should she scold her nephew for doing things such as these or should she ignore it? It's not like he was doing it intentionally.
…Or was he?
Mayzin turned around to stare at him.
Silver was spread everywhere like unwoven silk strands. Hiding beneath these long hair was Lith's sleepy face. He took slow and calm breaths and slept peacefully.
At this moment, for Mayzin, Lith's sleeping face looked like the cutest thing in the world. It made her feel cozy, and his strong musky and rosy scent acted as relaxants, making her melt.