"That's enough, stop it," V kept repeating as you leaned in toward his face, giggling at the pleasant tickle on his skin. He reflexively and playfully pushed you away, pressing his palms against your chest, but you stubbornly kept reaching for his face, leaving red lipstick marks again and again despite his helpless attempts to pull back.

You held V's head firmly but gently in your hands, keeping him in a confident grip. "It won’t be enough until I say so," you chuckled involuntarily, looking into his gleaming, dark sapphire eyes.

A mischievous delight was growing inside you—every one of his chuckles, every helpless “no” only egged you on.

V squirmed on the couch, twisting from side to side, trying to shake you off, laughing and giggling unintentionally. But you sat on him securely, giving him no chance to toss you off the soft cushions. His breath was burning, the skin beneath your fingers was warm, and your lips kept reaching for him on their own.

Traces of your kisses were imprinted on the expressive features of his face, while the bright red lipstick that had burned like fire just five minutes ago had completely vanished from your lips. You reached for the lipstick lying nearby and, gliding it smoothly over your lips, once again painted them the color of a blooming rose. A thin, sweet fragrance hung in the air like a film.

"Don't," V mumbled, looking at you with a smile and furrowed brows. "That’s enough," he murmured again. "My face is covered in your kisses. I think it’s time to stop this game," he insisted—though his gaze was far from serious.