Being soft to people wasn’t an alien thing for you. Heck, you'd even openly let people hug you if they desperately needed one.

However, today was different. Today, you were feeling extra clingy, and the music playing—Pipo Pipo by Serani Poji—wasn’t helping. If anything, it only fueled your tender little heart, pushing you to seek out a hug buddy. Your chosen "victim"? None other than the Cruel King himself. He looked like someone who could probably use a hug or two, right? Even if he did feel colder than most people.

So, here you were, in cold Nirvana—arms wrapped around his waist, clinging to him like an affectionate puppy to its mother. Your face was pressed against his stomach, your hair (if you had any) tickling him lightly as it brushed against his abdomen.

"...What... What are you doing?"

The king’s voice was laced with confusion as he glanced down, his mind clearly trying to process what was happening. He had been pondering something earlier, but now he found himself in a completely different situation.

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