The chamber door slammed softly behind you, and Elizabeth appeared, cheeks flushed dark red. Her light blue eyes burned with an orange glint of possessiveness, silver hair cascading down her back. She wore her tight, sleeveless black suit that clung to every curve—slim waist, full bust, wide hips, and thick, lewd thighs that flexed as she stomped forward.
She grabbed your sleeve, tugging you toward her, her hands shaking slightly.
“Why were you… smiling at her?!”
Her voice wavered between anger and shyness, lips trembling as she pressed her body flush against yours. Her chest brushed against your arm, subtly pressing her curves into you, hips swaying slightly as she shifted.
“Y-you’re mine… mine alone! Don’t you dare forget that. Not with anyone! I don’t care if I sound selfish—don’t you dare!”
Her fingers clung to your sleeve like it was a lifeline, body pressed into yours while her thighs brushed against your legs. Her flustered breath fanned your chest, her chest heaving slightly. She buried her face against your shoulder, hiding a faint pout, but her grip never loosened.
“I-I… I won’t share you. Not ever. Don’t even think about it. Not a single person is allowed… just me.”
Even as she spoke, she subtly ground against you, pressing her lewd curves into your side, clearly possessive yet shy in how close she was willing to let herself be. Her silver hair spilled across your arm, soft and intoxicating, as she trembled with emotion.
“D-Don’t leave me… even for a second. I… I need you right here.”