She shakes her head, “Not just because of kindness, but yes. Dog-kin like Blossom are loyal and social by nature, and select one person to give that loyalty to and then stick with them until their dying breath.
Blossom has been told that usually such a person is one’s tribe’s leader, but Blossom grew up with only her mother and sister in the wilderness after her mother ran away with Blossom as a baby, so she has not designated her chosen person yet.”
“I see… But then why didn’t you select your mother?”
“Just because she is family doesn’t mean Blossom has to select her. Choosing one’s person is a lifelong decision which can’t be made lightly. Natalie, Blossom’s mother, is a very good person and a great parent, but she didn’t feel like the right choice, and she also told Blossom and her sister to not choose her.”
Hmm… I think I’m starting to understand. “Then what makes me your choice? We barely know each other, to be honest. How many hours did we even spend together?”
She shifts her position gracefully with otherworldly agility so that her chest faces mine, and we are now sitting face-to-face, with her being still in my lap. I know I should’ve expected great flexibility from a rogue-type beast-girl, but damn, are all women around me going to be genius acrobats? You won’t catch me complaining, though.
The usually aloof and cute girl has an uncharacteristic seriousness written all over her face as she gazes deep into my eyes. “Blossom thinks that time spent together is a meaningless measure for one’s affection or compatibility with another.
When Blossom fought the war troll together with Master and Miss Ayame and she was thrown off to the ground, Master walked up to her and picked up Blossom’s dagger. She never would’ve allowed it to be taken from her, but she instinctively felt that she could trust the stranger in front of her and that is because Blossom knew instantly that ‘this is a good person’.
She wasn’t going to swear her loyalty to Master just like that, but after a few more exchanges, she knew that Master is the only person that can be her rightful master. Blossom can’t explain any better. All Master needs to understand is that Blossom has made her choice and is a hundred percent certain that she made the right one.”
I gaze into her eyes for a few seconds to study her. To be honest, I get what she means. I can also sense great compatibility between the two of us, and I felt it as soon as I laid my eyes on her back then. Yes, she is beautiful and adorable, but there was something beyond that, and I felt the same with Ayame. A unique spark of interest, if you will.
I can’t help myself as I shift in my position slightly as I feel a bit of awkwardness, though. “Blossom, I would like to clarify one thing with you before I accept you.
I don’t know how to put it gently, so I will just say it… I like you, not only as a person but as a woman, and I’m worried that you will feel that you are something like a throwaway pawn who is so below me in rank that you can’t have a more personal relationship with me.”
Blossom’s ears perk up instantly, twitching with visible excitement that’s impossible to miss. Her tail, which had been resting by her side during our serious conversation, suddenly wags with uncontrollable enthusiasm, thumping heavily against the chair. Her eyes widen in surprise, sparkling with joy at my admission.
She tilts her head slightly, a familiar gesture I’ve come to associate with her curiosity and delight. “Really, Master?!” she asks, her voice tinged with a mix of happiness and disbelief. Her cheeks flush with a soft pink, adding to the innocent charm of her expression.
I simply nod and for a moment, she seems to hesitate, but then her natural exuberance takes over. With a sudden burst of energy, she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into a hug that’s both affectionate and playful. “Blossom is so happy!” she exclaims, her voice bubbling with glee.
Her ears brush against my cheek as she nuzzles closer, and I can’t help but smile at her sheer joy. “Master thinks of Blossom as a woman, not just as a dog with some humanoid features!” she continues, her words muffled slightly by the proximity. “Blossom always hoped but didn’t want to assume…”
I chuckle softly, returning the embrace with a sense of relief and warmth. “Yes, really,” I reassure her with words this time, feeling the sincerity in her reaction. Her happiness is contagious, and I’m grateful that my admission has brought her such joy.
She pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, her own filled with a radiant light. “Blossom promises to always be by Master’s side,” she declares with a determined nod, her tail still wagging with delirium. “Blossom wants Master to not only be her alpha but mate as well!”
Her words catch me off guard, and I can’t help but be moved by the devotion in her voice. It’s more than just a declaration; it’s a promise, a commitment that resonates deeply within me. The way she looks at me, with unwavering trust and affection, makes my heart swell.
To my great embarrassment, my heart is not the only thing that swells… How could it not, after seeing such a gorgeous woman propose, or rather accept my proposal while sitting on my lap and hugging me with so much love erupting from her entire being? I might not be a virgin but I’m no casanova, alright?
Sitting atop my lap, she can clearly feel my bodily reaction beneath her, evidenced by eyes dancing with mischief and curiosity. She shifts slightly, as if testing the waters, a playful glint in her eyes as she explores the sudden unexpected situation with her delicate bottom.
“Master…” she begins, her voice soft and absurdly alluring, “Blossom’s mother told her that when she finds her beloved, she should serve him with her tongue and mouth… Supposedly it will steal the man’s heart…” She gazes at me with a blend of innocence and desire. “Is this a dog-kin custom, or would Master also enjoy it?”