Unnoticed by Lillian, who wrapped her arms around the woman, Marionette tingled at her words.
Possibly, the way Lillian said it caused something to stir inside her. It was a subtle, warm, and delicate excitement.
However, she hadn't ignored the fact that this was a blatant challenge. She rarely showed it, but the truth was—she was a sore loser.
She stared glaringly at Lillian's neck, which was close to her face. It was exposed and... Tempting...
She seemed to have developed quite an unusual habit of nuzzling into the crook of Lillian's neck.
Lillian jumped a bit as she felt Marionette's face crawl into her neck.
There was just something about it to the Assassin—something that led her to be so drawn to it, like some bloodthirsty vampire.
And... She probably knew why...
Her nose twitched as she breathed in the scent lingering on Lillian's body.
