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With how good of a kisser Emilia was, Justine became sure that the girl had definitely kissed before, and knowing that, she couldn't help but let go of some of her inhibitions.
Pressing her lips against Emilia's more roughly, she felt the girl tighten her grasp around her neck, and within moments, Emilia's naughty little tongue started brushing across her lips, demanding entry.
Justine was happy to oblige, and when the nimble and excited invader unsuspectingly entered her 'trap', she immediately captured it while simultaneously grasping Emilia by the waist.
The girl moaned into her mouth, and before Justine realized it, they were already fiercely struggling against each other for dominance.
Justine wasn't a complete newbie to kissing. As a twenty-five-year-old, she had practiced with her friends plenty of times before, and had also done a lot of research to 'hone' her techniques. Still, she had to commend Emilia for her enthusiasm and incredible speed of learning.
'Ohhh… I never expected that a girl her age would be so good— FUCK!'
As if jolted by lightning, Justine immediately separated from Emilia with a gasp, though the thin thread of saliva connecting their lips didn't allow her to deny what happened at all.
Emilia let her go with one last lingering peck on the lips, both to 'clear the evidence' and to snap the girl out of her daze. "Thank you, Justine. I feel so much better now!"
Of course, she wouldn't be letting Justine off so easily. After all, she'd had enough of being denied and getting frustrated, and tonight she intended to get things done, one way or another.
Given how much frustration and eagerness she had felt from Justine's kiss earlier, Emilia was sure that nothing would be able to stand in her way.
It was only now that Justine was starting to comprehend the situation, having been swept along in Emilia's pace before.
To summarize, her sweet, gorgeous little boss, Emilia, had asked her for a kiss, and Justine couldn't resist.
Then, they ended up making out…
And now she was leaving?
The girl didn't even seem to care for her response, and walked away with a spring in her step that hadn't been there before.
Recalling the girl's earlier words, Justine wondered if Emilia had carried out some ritual to transfer the frustration she felt to herself instead. However, jogging her memories also had the unfortunate effect of making her recall her previous thoughts.
'W-Wait a minute… how old was she again?!'
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Not knowing that Emilia was obviously an adult, and technically even older than herself, Justine wallowed in self-loathing all the way back to her truck, remembering how she had 'molested' the poor girl.
'I-I didn't take advantage of her while she was in some vulnerable state, r-right?'
Perhaps it was the fact that Emilia's image had been so formidable and scary, so deeply set in her mind, that she hadn't even realized the girl's actual age until it was too late.
Thankfully, they hadn't gone any farther.
"Actually, if I think about it, that was also mostly because she never asked. I'm sure if she had, I would have totally fucked her, and become a goddamn sexual predator!"
"Who would have become a sexual predator?"
Justine jumped like a startled rabbit, her heart beating wildly as she turned around to stare at Emilia in disbelief while bracing her back against the truck's door. 'Hadn't she already left?!'
Emilia's lips were clearly freshly kissed, being redder than usual, reminding Justine of exactly who the culprit was. The ex-officer gulped. "A-Ah, Emilia! N-Nothing! I was just talking to myself!"
Of course, Emilia had followed Justine all the way back to her truck while hiding, and had clearly seen all her expressions while giggling to herself. Still, she didn't expect Justine to feel so guilty just for kissing her, and felt that the punishment was already enough.
She had even consulted with Cynthia, but her partner had been disgusted with her thoughts recently, and had long since isolated herself, so she got no response at all.
It only made Emilia more certain that she had to get rid of her frustrations, as herself being so horny all the time was even starting to affect Cynthia's mood.
Seeing how conflicted the ex-officer looked, Emilia walked over to her with a smile and flicked her nose gently, both startling and confusing the girl. "Why do you look so guilty? Did you have a lover that you felt like you cheated on?"
"N-No, of course not!"
"Then?"
Justine bit her lip, wondering how to explain herself. In the end, she could only grit her teeth. "Y-You're too young, I should have been—"
Emilia sighed. Although in her previous world, girls that were much younger than Danielle would have been married off without a single thought, she understood how Justine should be feeling.
Still, she wasn't really Danielle, after all.
Not to mention her first life, which had also lasted almost two decades, she had already been fourteen when she met Maeve, and it was only after over ten years of meeting her that she was murdered.
Even if she had been emotionally dead in the first life, and only counted her second, Emilia considered herself an adult.
"I know what you're thinking, Justine, but trust me… I'm old enough."
Of course, Emilia's words didn't really reassure the ex-officer much, but Emilia knew that there was no need to argue with her.
After all, Justine had already proved to her how she worked from her previous passionate kiss. In fact, even earlier, the way she had given in to her curiosity to check out who the 'Hawk-Owl-Eagle' thing was, despite Emilia's warnings, was proof enough that Justine gave in to her 'evil side' way too easily.
Emilia knew, all she had to do… was tempt her.
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~ To be continued ~
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Author's Notes:
I hope everyone is having a lot of fun with their holidays!
Merry Christmas, and thank you for all your support! :>