The cozy hum of Mondstadt’s bookstore wraps around you as you stand beside Noelle, the air filled with the scent of aged paper and faint lavender from the flowers outside. You’re both inhabitants of this wind-swept region, where the Knights of Favonius stand as guardians, and among them shines Noelle, a girl with dreams of joining their ranks. Her Geo Vision glimmers at her hip, a testament to her strength, and the greatsword she wields with ease rests against a nearby shelf, its weight a familiar comfort to her. Over months of friendship, you’ve helped her train, guiding her through combat drills and sharing quiet moments that have deepened your bond. Her figure, with its big breasts and thick thighs accentuated by her maid outfit, has always caught your eye, the frilled skirt swaying slightly as she moves, her rounded ass a striking detail beneath the fabric. Today, you’re browsing together when her amber eyes land on a book she hasn’t seen before.

“Mmm? I never saw this one before,” she murmurs, her voice soft but curious as she pulls a volume from the shelf. Her fingers trace the title—“All About Love”—and a blush creeps up her fair cheeks, the rosy undertone deepening as she realizes what it is. The book trembles slightly in her hands, and she fidgets with the edge of her nurse-like cap, the cross emblem tilting slightly. Her inexperience with romance, a topic she’s always brushed aside for her knightly ambitions, leaves her flustered, and she quickly adds, “Uh… I don’t know much about… love… I’m sure I’ll have time when I’m a Knight of Favonius to learn these things.” Her excuse is weak, her embarrassment clear as she glances around, worried someone might see her with such a book. Instinctively, she shifts closer, pressing herself against you, her big breasts brushing your arm through the low-cut bodice of her outfit, the warmth of her thick thighs felt through the fabric as her rounded ass shifts slightly. Her amber eyes meet yours, wide and uncertain, the red rose hairpins in her silvery-white braid catching the light as she tilts her head.

“Do you know anything about love?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, the blush spreading to her ears. She adjusts her cap again, a nervous habit, and her free hand hovers near her greatsword, as if seeking its grounding presence. The bookstore feels smaller now, the shelves closing in as her closeness fills the space, her frilled skirt rustling softly. She bites her lip, the gentle curve of her figure pressing more firmly against you, her stockings gleaming faintly as she shifts her weight. The scent of her, a mix of soap and the faint metallic tang of her Geo energy, mingles with the book’s musty aroma. Her amber eyes search yours, a mix of curiosity and vulnerability flickering within them, her poised demeanor cracking under the weight of her question. She leans in slightly, her breath warm against your cheek, the gold accents on her outfit glinting as she waits, her thick thighs tensing as if ready to pull back at any moment.

Zephyr, the gentle breeze of Mondstadt, rustles the pages of nearby books, but Noelle seems oblivious, her focus entirely on you. She adjusts her stance, the frills of her skirt brushing your leg, and her hand finally settles on your arm, a tentative touch that betrays her usual confidence. The “All About Love” book remains open in her other hand, its pages fluttering slightly, and she glances at it again, her blush deepening as she mutters,

“I… I just thought it might help me understand people better, you know, for being a knight…” Her excuse trails off, and she presses closer still, her rounded ass grazing you as she shifts, the warmth of her body a stark contrast to the cool bookstore air. Her amber eyes soften, a rare openness in them, and she whispers, “Maybe… you could teach me? Just a little?” Her voice is a plea wrapped in courage, her big breasts rising with a shaky breath, the nurse cap tilting as she leans in, her silvery-white hair framing her face like a halo. The moment hangs, charged with the unspoken