This is the story of a magician and an elf girl.

The cold wind of the early morning accompanied by the smell of burning charcoal blew across her nose. Linnae, who was a little sober, huddled in John's arms and hugged the quilt tightly. The lingering warmth in the space made people indulge in a hazy sleepiness. However, once awake, it was not so easy for Linnae to fall asleep again. She thought of her baby first and opened her eyes.

"..."

Nick was sleeping in a straw mat cradle, covered in a quilt. Not only was there no sound of crying, but he was also sleeping very soundly. Reassured, Linnae turned her head and looked up at the man's peaceful sleeping face. She gently combed the bangs on his forehead with her fingers and carefully observed his eyes, which were often raised and tense.

I slept so soundly... I guess I pushed myself too hard yesterday...

"elder brother……"

"..."

After making sure that the other party didn't react, Linna raised her head and approached his face, and put her petite lips on his lips. After kissing for a while, she retreated. She felt shy and cute, and her heart was about to jump out of her chest. It turned out that doing this kind of thing secretly was more embarrassing than doing it directly.

At the thought of being able to experience this feeling one more time, she couldn't help but stick to him again. She felt as if she was doing something bad, and her heart was filled with tension and curiosity.

"Hmm...Hmm...Hmm?!"

"..."

Suddenly, Linnae, whose upper body was hugged by the other party, was sucked on the mouth by John before she could react. She closed half of her eyes and even forgot to close her mouth. She only felt the other party's tongue constantly stroking the tip of her tongue, and the sticky saliva went back and forth in their mouths. She could no longer tell whether she was doing it or the other party.

Linnai, the person involved, tried to push him away, but gradually found that she could not help but indulge in it. Her mind became blank as if she had given up thinking about the reason, and she let John manipulate her body at will.

“Haaa…haaa…haaa…brother…”

"Linna...can I..."

"Well... I want... kiss me again..."

"Hmm... Linna..."

John, who was hugging Linnae's back and stroking the back of her head, could no longer control himself after hearing that greedy voice. He pressed on her and sucked her little mouth, wrapping his tongue around hers and stirring it back and forth, like a wild animal that no longer suppressed his own desires. He only longed for her recognition and permission - to put it bluntly, it was possessiveness.

“Brother…Ahaha…Ahaha…”

"..."

John, who had never known that elves could also be in heat, put his hands on the sides of her face, looked down at the skin faintly visible under her collarbone and stretched out his hand.

John didn't know whether his conscience was still resisting or his spirit was satisfied, but he didn't dare to do such a thing to her any further. He hesitated for a moment, then looked away and covered her with the quilt again.

"No...it's not a good idea to continue..."

“Yes… yes…”

John, who was already very satisfied just by kissing, knew very well that continuing would definitely break the agreement between him and Xiaobi. Linna, who didn't know where to look, should also know that John cherished her very much and stopped not because he was tired of her, but because he valued Linna more in his heart.

Compared to the disappointing thoughts, the feeling of happiness that surged into my heart was even stronger.

"Okay... okay... let's make breakfast... my brother is such a... pervert..."

"It seems like you took the initiative to kiss me..."

The two who had regained their senses had been immersed in the process of contact just now, but now they kept pushing the responsibility to each other, constantly denying their own initiative: "I... I didn't kiss that deeply... During the process... it was also... my brother who took the lead..."

"But you still cooperate very well..."

"Who... who cooperated! At night... I won't sleep facing you..."

"You can kiss me even if I hug you from behind?"

“Oh… Really… Stop it… It’s so itchy…”

John, who was hugging Linna from behind, stretched out his head and gently rubbed the side of her face, and couldn't help but move his mouth to her neck. The soft and delicate short hair had a strong fragrance that rushed into his nose. Linna, who felt that the other party was not very sober, enjoyed the atmosphere just now. Just doing half of it was not enough. If she could do it a little longer at this stage...

"Brother...are you still asleep?"

"Just hold me a little longer..."

"Okay... just a little longer..."

Linnay knew very well that John had never hugged anyone like this before he met her. She could understand his desire to touch others. It was completely different from the feeling of managing the campfire alone. His world had never been stained with any other color before that day. It was as charred as firewood that had not yet been completely burned out, emitting uncomfortable flames from time to time, burning everything around him, but in the end, nothing of value was left and it was burned into snow-white debris by its own flames.

This was his life, and Linnae was the flower that bloomed in the ashes. She absorbed the essence of the ashes and continued to thrive, causing countless brilliant white hibiscus flowers to bloom in the area that had once been burned by the raging fire. It was as if telling the other party that everything she had done was not meaningless. The flower language, which was mainly based on gentleness, forgave the sins of the charcoal fire.