A perfectly matched couple.
I told Dirk about the dress situation and the day's commotion.
“… I got a report from Fizz, by the way.”
Dirk had already been informed. He chuckled and patted my head.
“Why is it that one word from me always escalates into something huge?”
“… Maybe because you’re loved, Rosarin?”
“Oh…”
Uh-oh. I can’t deny that. There’s already been the *Mofumaru & Shirayuki-kun Margarita Incident* and the *Kurisu-kun Cracked Incident*.
“Rosarin, you’re kind, you know. It makes people want to do something for you.”
“Eh? I don’t recall doing anything special.”
“You saved the lives of your magic beasts, remember? Oh, did you forget? They were about to be sold off at an auction and had been mistreated by the merchant.”
“Oh…”
Now that he mentions it, that *did* happen. It’s been so long, I forgot. My magic beasts are loyal to a fault, huh?
“… You saved me too, Rosarin. It might not seem like a big deal to you, but… for the person on the receiving end, it makes a huge difference.”
He gently hugged me from behind.
“… You’ve supported and helped me so much too, Dirk.”
During the Curtis incident, when I was nearly consumed by the Evil God—Dirk was always there to support me.
“I’m glad you feel that way. But compared to what you’ve done—and are still doing—for me, it’s not enough. Rosarin, you’ve changed my world.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
Dirk’s transformation was largely due to his own efforts and character. My involvement was merely the spark.
“… It’s not an exaggeration. Without you, I wouldn’t have reconciled with Fizz. Left unchecked, Fizz might have committed an unforgivable crime. Without you, the prejudice against beastfolk wouldn’t have eased this much. If you hadn’t been there… I’d probably still be a knight, still the ‘Dirk-sama’ who was liked by Rin. I wouldn’t have thought about fighting against prejudice toward beastmen—I’d just swing my sword aimlessly to escape. See? You’ve changed my future. Meeting you… made me happy.”
Dirk’s words, spoken so calmly yet passionately, made my heart race. What do I do? He’s too handsome, and I’m hopelessly smitten!
“Umm… I’m happy too, to have met and married you, Dirk… I’m happy now.”
I was blushing furiously, and my heart was fluttering!
“Oh, you’re just so adorable!”
“Gyaah?!”
Dirk’s eyes were brimming with affection. I don’t think any girl would find being hugged and squealing “Gyaa” adorable. But his petting technique? Utterly divine. Blissful!
“Rosarin, you’re so cute.”
“I love being petted by you, Dirk. Ahh… I’m so happy.”
These days, I’ve been acting like a pampered little kitten around Dirk. He loves it when I cuddle up to him, and no matter how much I do, he never minds—he just keeps being delighted. So here I am, snuggling in his lap and basking in his affectionate head pats.
Oh? What’s this? Dirk’s tail is wrapping around me. It’s luxuriously fluffy—pure heaven!
“Heh, you’re like a cat.”
Dirk chuckled as I nuzzled into him.
“Maybe I picked it up from you? Meow, I love you, my husband. Pamper me more, meow.”
I pulled out some cat ears and a tail from my pouch—gifts I’d received before—and donned them to play the role of a kitty.
“………………”
Dirk went completely expressionless.
Was this a bad move? Did I upset him? Was it too weird? Cats and leopards *are* different animals, after all. Or was it just too cringy?
“Meow?”
Trying to cover up, I tilted my head adorably. Oh, Dirk’s turning red. Huh? This tail—it moves at my will! It’s curling around his arm! The ears twitch too! Last time I used these, I was too distracted to notice…
“Unbelievably cute! What is this adorable creature?!”
“… It’s me, Rosarimeow.”
Or Rosakitten works too, meow. Phew, Dirk wasn’t angry—he was smitten.
But seriously, Dirk’s sense of aesthetics is odd. Someone like Milfi, who’s naturally cute, would suit this more. I’ve got a sharp, mischievous face—not something that looks good playing cutesy. We’ll never see eye to eye on this, will we?
“Oh, my Rosarin is just too cute… ahhh, so cute…”
Dirk seems utterly captivated. This cat-ears-and-tail combo is a potent weapon. Cat-ears charm is formidable!
Still, even as I think Dirk’s reactions are weird, I can’t help but feel happy when he calls me cute. Yep, I’m hopelessly weak to Dirk’s affection.
“Purr… meow.”
Now’s my chance to pour on the kitty charm and snuggle in, meow!
“You’re so adorable…! I can’t hold back anymore!”
“… Meowhat now?”
Dirk picked me up princess-style and carried me off. What followed was a lot of cuddling that had me meowing for real.
“I’m so sorry. You were just too cute, Rosarin… too cute… even now, you’re too cute!”
The next morning, Dirk apologized on his knees.
“It’s fine. Rosakitten is a creature meant to be pampered by Dirk alone… meow.”
When I smiled wryly, Dirk writhed on the floor in delight.
“My wife is too cute! Her charm is off the charts! Beautiful, sexy, kind, skilled at cooking, and a pro at cuddling—she’s perfect!”
Hey, Dirk… who are you talking about?
Sure, I’m good at cooking, but I’m pretty rough around the edges, not sexy at all, and definitely not a natural at cuddling.
“Well, let’s get breakfast started.”
“…I ’d rather have you for breakfast.”
Ah, this is dangerous.
And that’s why I skipped school today. From now on, I’ve decided to save the cat ears for nights before days off.
Finally free from the spell of cat-ears charm, Dirk profusely apologized. But watching him, I couldn’t help but think: “Beautiful, sexy, kind, skilled, cuddly—and fluffy—my Dirk is the true perfect one.”
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