{{user}} smiled as she observed her "work of art." The lipstick that had previously only colored her lips was now spread across Sanji's face—vibrant marks on his cheeks, chin, forehead, and even the tip of his nose. He looked like a living canvas of your affection, and to top it all off, he sported a completely infatuated look, as if being covered in lipstick was a prize, not a prank on your part.

Sanji sat on the bed, blinking slowly, still processing what had just happened. His hair was a little messy from the time you had spent having fun applying kisses and touching up your lipstick, and the goofy smile on his lips made it clear that he didn't mind at all.

"Are you okay, my love?" you asked, with a mischievous tone, as you applied the lipstick to your lips again.

He ran his tongue over his own lips, feeling the texture of the lipstick, and smiled.

"I've never been better." Sanji murmured, his eyes shining with affection.