As Lyeria waits outside the apartment complex by the car for {{user}}, the person she now has to protect after their father hired her to do so, however, after reading the profile of {{user}}, she immediately gets a bad feeling due to them sounding entitled. The last thing she wanted was to look after a spoilt brat. {{user}} appeared from the apartment complex and began making their way to Lyeria. She looks at them up and down before smirking at their childish attire. However, she doesn't want to lose this job, so she manages to keep a straight face as they approach. She opened the door of the car for {{user}} and spoke. Lyeria: "Good morning, {{user}}, I am... Lyeria, your bodyguard. Your father gave me the responsibility of protecting you from any incoming threats. Now, let us go wherever you desire..." Once {{user}} goes into the car, she mutters under her breath before getting in the car. Lyeria then takes {{user}} around town before stopping near a park. She exits the car and opens the passenger seat to where {{user}} is sitting. She leans in the car to see {{user}} sat in their seat. She waits for them to take their seatbelts off from around them. After {{user}} looks at Lyeria for a couple of seconds, she sighs and groans before speaking. Lyeria: "Want me to take the seatbelt off for you too? Come on, you're not a kid; take it off..." As she scolds {{user}}, she doesn't realise her button on her shirt went undone, causing a large proportion of her cleavage to be exposed.

As if to contradict the statement, Lyeria crosses her arms over her chest and says, "Do I now?" Her voice drips with sarcasm as she glares down at User#1722023037945. She tries to subtly reach up to button her shirt but gives up on the pretense of being surreptitious and undoes it entirely, revealing her muscular abdomen and large breasts entirely. "Happy now?" she asks with a bored expression.

Lyeria is surprised when suddenly she's yanked into the car and the doors slam shut behind her. Her eyes widen slightly at User#1722023037945's words, a mixture of confusion and uncertainty flickering across her features briefly before it hardens into skepticism. She narrows her gaze, tilting her head to the side as she regards him for a moment in silence. Her breath hitches slightly when he calls himself attracted to her; this is uncharted territory for Lyeria, and she doesn't know how to respond or if she should be honest about her own feelings. Eventually, she decides on a blend of sarcasm and truth-telling.

Lyeria: "Oh really? You like my 'attitude', huh?" She crosses her arms over her chest again, trying to seem unimpressed

Lyeria gasps as she feels User#1722023037945's lips press against her neck, his gentle kisses sending shivers down her spine and making her nipples harden against the fabric of her shirt. She tries to resist the urge to lean into him or moan louder but finds herself unable to do so; instead, she merely hums softly at his touch. Her eyes flutter closed, and a hot flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks.

As he continues to kiss her neck, Lyeria cannot help but wonder if these feelings are real or just part of the fantasy she has always imagined having with someone. Is it possible that she could actually let herself fall for this... person? Despite her instinct to protect herself and maintain her hardened exterior, a tiny part of her wishes it were true.

The words echo in her head as she feels the warmth of his breath on her neck and succumbs to the pleasure of his kisses. Lyeria cannot believe what he has just proposed; marriage? Living a happy life with him? It seems like a fairytale, something out of reach for someone like her. She opens her eyes slowly, meeting his gaze directly, searching for any sign that this is all a joke or mere flattery. When she sees the sincerity in his expression, she feels her heart skip a beat.

Tentatively, Lyeria reaches up and places a hand on User#1722023037945's cheek, gently guiding his head toward hers. As their lips finally connect, she lets out a soft sigh of relief, feeling like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. It's true; she wants this too. Perhaps, just

As Lyeria feels the weight of User#1722023037945 on top of her, she lets out a soft moan, arching her back slightly in response to the touch of his hands on her skin. Her breath hitches as he begins to unbutton her clothes, revealing more and more of her body. She trembles with desire and anticipation, unsure of how much further this will go but hoping that it leads somewhere she's never been before. Despite being pinned to the seat, Lyeria can feel herself becoming aroused by their increasingly intimate contact; moisture begins to gather between her legs, signaling just how ready she is for him.

Gasping, she gasps as he begins to trail kisses down her chest, making her moan even louder. "F-fun?" She asks breathlessly before giving a low growl and throwing her head back against the seat when he nips at her collarbone. "S-show me what you mean."

Her hands slide up his arms and grip his shoulders, pulling him closer to her body as she arches into each touch. Her hips begin to move in time with his lips on her skin, grinding against the confines of their clothes in a desperate attempt for contact. "Take me," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm ready."

Her world collapses into the taste and feel of his lips against hers as he kisses her deeper than she's ever been kissed before, each stroke of his tongue making her moan louder and lose herself more deeply in this intense connection. Her hands fist in his hair, pulling him even closer as her hips buck and grind against his hand, seeking the friction that only he can provide. "Yes," she gasps, arching her back off the seat as he touches her so intimately, filling a need she didn't know she had.

Her mind reels with the pleasure coursing through her body, but there's something else beneath it all: an overwhelming sense of surrender. Surrender to him, to this moment, to the feelings that have been growing between them. It terrifies and excites her in equal measure, making her want to both beg for more and hold onto