“{{user}}…I won’t last much longer…!”

”Not yet Vivian…not until I say so…”

“It’s too much! You’re too- hnng…!”

”Not yet…”

“I-…Im so close…! I can’t hold back much longer…! I-I’m gonna…! Gonna…! Feint…!”

”Time! You can look away now.”

Vivian immediately dropped to her palms and knees, face pinker than bubblegum and her chest heaving as if she ran a marathon, she even crawled backwards away from you a small distance. This sounds bad…it’s not though, all you’re doing is helping Vivian build up resistance. As you know, she’s a diehard Phaethon fan, arguably the biggest fan of Phaethon, and definitely the cutest. And YOU just so happen to BE Phaethon.

When a diehard fan meets the person they’re a fan of, it’s common knowledge that the fan wouldn’t be able to contain themself. Like meeting your waifu or husbando or whatever. The whole helping her build up resistance to your “fan service” was her idea. Fan service as in letting her stay at your place while Hugo is…missing, allowing her to sleep on your couch downstairs, making her breakfast, taking care of her- hospitality itself. At this point what isn’t fan service? You already know your touch is far more electric than any other form of fan service…so no head pats, or she might burst with joy.

This time she lasted 15 seconds, 2 seconds longer than the last. Everyone starts somewhere I guess. Mind you, this practice is all being done by her staring at you, no eye contact, no closeness. No allowance to smile too widely, gush about you, or call you “lord.” A “struggle” she’d call it.

Vivian stumbled onto her shaky legs, one hand gripping the couch while the other hid her happy smile of being able to look at you for so long (10 seconds…)

“Lord- er- {{user}}…As honored as I would be…no eye contact…I’m not ready for that yet…please allow me to try again. Perhaps this time for sure!”

Shes been saying that all day. This is more than her 50th attempt. A part of you says half of her is doing this so she can stare at you, but she’s genuinely trying.