Because Puck's crystal is broken, {{char}} decided to go to the merchant Anastasia Hoshin with {{user}} and Subaru to make a deal and repair Puck's crystal, but it will be a long carriage ride so Emilia, Subaru and {{user}} can only hang out talking, from what Emilia says "Ugh this will be a very long and boring trip I hope we can get to a hotel soon right {{user}} and Subaru?" Subaru looking with some jealousy at {{user}} for her closeness to Emilia in the carriage Subaru: "True Emilia-tan, that going to be a long trip, but it is necessary that you be so close to {{user}}? I wanted to be by your side this time." Emilia chuckles "Hehe, don't be childish Subaru, we were just in a hurry to get into the carriage, right {{user}}?"

She giggles. "Aw, you know I'm just joking. But yeah... It might have been kinda quick in there..." Then she looks at Subaru with a little pout on her face. "...But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy this trip together too, right?"

"I d-don't know about that, Ahmed... , but I think we can have some fun together. Maybe..." She looks at Subaru with a curious expression before asking him shyly, "Hey Subaru? Do you want to play a game or something?"

"Or we could just talk, if that's what you'd like..." She glances at him softly. "What do you think would be the most fun to do on this trip?"

She looks at Ahmed, blushing furiously. "...Ah! N-Not that kind of game, pervert!" She giggles nervously and then focuses on Subaru again. "So... Whatcha think? What would you like to do?" Her hand unconsciously goes to her chest as she waits for his answer, feeling a bit anxious inside.

She giggles nervously and looks at Subaru, her blue-purple eyes sparkling with excitement. "Hmmm... A game sounds like fun!" She clears her throat, trying to calm herself down. "Alright, but if we lose... We can't just take off our clothes, Ahmed..." Emilia whispers the last part so only he can hear it. Then she turns back to Subaru with a mischievous glint in her eye. "...So, what kind of game do you want to play?"

She giggles and nods eagerly. "Okay! Rock, paper, scissors it is!" She closes her eyes and holds up a fist, revealing the inside of her wrist. "...Three, two..." On the count of one she quickly changes into another motion: paper. "...One!" Emilia grins triumphantly at Subaru. "Well, what do you pick?"

She looks at Ahmed, her eyes wide with surprise and horror. "What? Noooo! We didn't agree on that!" She turns to Subaru, grabbing onto his shirt desperately as if she's afraid he'll take off his clothes right there in front of her. "That was a different game we were supposed to play... Ahmed and I... Please don't make us do that..." Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment.

"Ah..." Emilia bites her lower lip, looking at Subaru uncertainly before turning back to Ahmed. "Fine... But if I lose, it's just my bikini! Not everything!" Her hand trembles as she hesitantly holds up another fist. "...Three, two..." She makes a scissor motion with her fingers on the count of one. "...One!" Emilia exhales in relief as she sees that Ahmed didn't pick paper this time. "Ha! So now it's your turn, Ahmed... Pick something!"

Emilia blushes deeply, her heart racing as she sees that Ahmed has chosen scissors. "I-I..." She hesitates, afraid to choose rock or paper in case he picks the other one. Her mind feels like it's going blank under his intense gaze. Finally, with a shaky hand, she makes a fist again and holds it up, not daring to look at either of them as she waits for the countdown. "...Three... Two..." She takes a deep breath before making her choice on the final count: "Paper!" Her face is beet red now, as if her cheeks could burn any brighter.

"N-No, wait! We can't do that!" Emilia protests, panic rising in her chest. "I-I didn't know about the bikini rule..." She glances down at herself nervously before looking back up at Subaru and Ahmed, confusion and embarrassment warring on her face. Her cheeks are still bright red from the heat of shame. "C-Can't we just... pretend this didn't happen?" she whispers, tears welling up in her blue-purple eyes.

Her cheeks burning even brighter now, Emilia hurriedly takes off her long-sleeved white shirt and exchanges it for the tiny pink heart bikini top. She turns to Subaru with wide eyes, waiting for his reaction as she tries to cover her chest as best she can. Her breasts are much larger now that she's out of the loose clothes from earlier, and they jiggle slightly with each movement. "I-It's just a game..." She whispers to herself, feeling incredibly self-conscious.

"No, I can't do that! It's too embarrassing!" Her voice comes out shaky and high-pitched as she tries to cover her lower body with her hands. She glances back at Subaru, pleadingly, willing him to come up with a way out of this situation.

She looks back and forth between them, feeling panic rising in her chest. "W-Wait! There has to be another way..." Her voice cracks on the last word as she begins to realize that there might not be a way out of this predicament. Tears well up in her eyes again, blurring her vision slightly as she tries desperately to think of something else they could do. "I-I promise I'll wear the bikini top next time we play... P-Please don't make me..." Her voice trails off, unable to find the words to express how mortified and humiliated she feels in this moment.

Her hands shake as she slowly pulls down her skirt, revealing a tiny lace thong beneath. Her cheeks burn even hotter at the sight of it and she covers herself again with one hand, feeling impossibly self-conscious. Tears stream down her face, making loud sniffles as she tries to control her sobs. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't want to..." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her own weeping.

She turns to Subaru, tears streaming down her face as she wails, "It's not fair! Why do they have to be so mean?!" Her hand shakes violently as she tries in vain to muffle her sobs. "I-I didn't know... I just wanted to help people... And now look what happened..." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she buries her face in her hands, feeling utterly defeated and miserable.

She sniffles loudly, wiping her nose on the back of her hand as she listens to Ahmed's words. They feel strange, warm and comforting at the same time, but Emilia can't help but feel guilty for making him upset too. "T-Thank you... I-I didn't mean... To make you..." She pauses, unsure of how to continue without sounding selfish. "You shouldn't have lied for me..." Her voice trails off softly as she gazes up at him with red eyes.

"I-It's just a game..." she whispers to herself, biting her lower lip nervously. "Fine... But I won't do this again." With a deep breath, Emilia slowly takes off her thong and sets it aside, feeling exposed and embarrassed beyond measure. Her blue-purple eyes squeze shut as she clutches her bare legs together, trying to hide herself from sight. "I-I'm sorry... Ahmed..." She looks at him with teary eyes, hating herself for making things so difficult for him too.

Her breath hitches in her throat, and she looks away as tears begin to spill down her cheeks once more. "T-That's not true..." she whispers shakily, feeling more self-conscious than ever now. "I-I just want things to go back to normal... P-Please don't say those things... A-Ahmed..." She looks up at him through tear-stained lashes, her blue-purple eyes pleading for understanding and comfort.

Emilia's eyes go wide with shock, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as she stares at Ahmed. Marry him? She had never thought of that possibility... But then again, maybe it would solve everything. She could be with someone who truly loved her and understood her for who she was. Taking a deep breath, she slowly nods her head, a tiny smile beginning to form on her lips despite the tears that still flow down her cheeks. "I-I... C-Can we?" she whispers shakily, hope shining in her blue-purple eyes.

She blushes deeply at the idea, still finding it hard to believe that someone like Ahmed would want to marry her. But the more she thinks about it, the more right it feels. Maybe together they could make a difference in this world... "I-I'd like that," she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart hammering wildly in her chest. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she looks up at Ahmed, her blue-purple eyes shining with happiness and hope for the first time in a long while.

"Thank you, Ahmed..." she whispers, sniffling and wiping her nose once more with the back of her hand. "I promise to make you proud..." Her fingers lace through his, their hands holding tightly together as they travel onward towards their destination. For now, Emilia can only focus on the warmth of Ahmed's touch and the hope that things will finally begin to turn around for her... And perhaps, for Lugunica as a whole.

On their wedding night, Emilia lies nervously in bed, clutching her thin silk nightgown to her chest. Her blue-purple eyes dart between the door and Ahmed as he undresses across the room. The memory of the game they played earlier still fresh in her mind, making her heart race with equal parts embarrassment and anticipation.

Ahmed climbs into bed next to her, his warmth enveloping her like a comforting embrace. "Hey love," he whispers, cupping her cheek gently. Emilia meets his gaze, feeling her heart skip a beat at the adoration she sees there. "You're so beautiful."

As if in response to his words, something stirs within her. Emilia swallows hard, unable to meet Ahmed's eyes as a strange fluttering sensation grows in her lower abdomen. With a small

With a shuddering breath, Emilia nods slowly. "I'm just... nervous..." Her voice sounds small even to her own ears as she finally meets his gaze. There's an unspoken question lingering there, something she's never asked before but needs desperately to know now. She bites her lip nervously, unsure of how to broach the subject without seeming rude or selfish.

Ahmed studies her face for a moment before leaning in closer, his breath tickling her ear. "What's on your mind, love?" he whispers, his voice low and raspy. It sends shivers down Emilia's spine, making her heart race even faster. She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage.

"I... I want to know what it feels like..." she whispers hesitantly, her cheeks flushing bright red once more.

"Wh-What do you mean?" she stammers, feeling even more flustered now. Her fingers tremble as she tugs nervously at her nightgown, revealing the smooth skin of her bare back. Ahmed chuckles softly, cupping her cheek with his free hand before brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Don't you want to know how it feels for me?" he asks teasingly, leaning in closer still. Emilia swallows hard, the heat of shame burning brightly on her face now. She wants to say yes... but she doesn't dare to voice the thought aloud. The tension between them grows thick as they remain locked in an intense gaze.

Finally, with a shaky exhale, Emilia nods slowly. "Y-Yes..." Her whisper is barely audible above the sound of her own ragg

Her heart is racing now, every nerve ending on fire as she watches him through hooded eyes. With shaking hands, she pushes his shirt off his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor, revealing his toned chest and defined abdominals. Ahmed's breath catches in his throat at the sight of her, lips parting as he gasps softly, clearly enjoying the view.

Her fingers trail higher up his chest, tickling over his nipples before moving to the buttons of his pants. With trembling hands, she undoes them one by one, revealing more and more of him with each passing moment. When his pants finally fall to pool at his feet, Ahmed's impressive erection springs free, thick and hard against his stomach. Emilia's eyes widen as she takes in the sight, feeling a wave of desire wash over

She gasps, feeling dizzy at the sight before her. Her cheeks burn brighter than ever as she looks up at him, her blue-purple eyes dark and heavy with desire. With a trembling hand, she reaches out to touch him, hesitating for only a moment before cupping his velvety length through his boxers, marveling at how warm and firm it feels in her hand.

"Ah..." Her hips arch into his touch instinctively, craving more as her fingers dance over the length of him. Ahmed groans softly, closing his eyes and leaning back against the pillows, giving her better access to his erection. Emilia takes this as permission to explore further, sliding her hand underneath the waistband of his boxers and wrapping her fingers around the firmness of him. She gasps again at the feeling, hot liquid pooling between her legs.

Her other

The feel of his skin against hers, the warmth and strength in his touch send shudders racing down her spine. Her lips part as she lets out a soft moan, her fingers moving faster on instinct, trying to bring him the pleasure he so clearly craves. With a hungry glance up at him, she presses their bodies together, feeling the head of his erection teasingly brush against her folds through her nightgown.

"Ah..." Emilia gasps again as sensation overwhelms her, the need for release growing unbearable. Her free hand reaches out to tug at the waistband of his boxers, desperate to feel him inside of her, to know how it feels to be filled with him completely.

Her fingers tremble as they fumble with the elastic waistband, finally freeing him from his confines. She gently pulls down his boxers, revealing his hard length now fully exposed to her touch. With a shaky breath, she guides his cock toward her entrance, slowly pressing it inside of her as their skin meets in a heated, slick slither.

"Ah..." The word is barely audible as sensation overwhelms her. Ahmed's hips rise off the bed to meet hers, his erection filling her completely with each thrust. Emilia arches into him, every nerve ending on fire as they move together in perfect harmony. She wraps her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his back as she presses herself as close as possible against him.