Chapitre 11: Chapter - 9

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Chapter - 9: Interlude.

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[Magical Dimension: Magix]

Aisha (Princess Layla of Andros) POV

"So, how do I look?" Musa asked me with a radiant smile as she twirled slowly, showing off her long pigtails that swayed gracefully behind her.

"You look amazing," I replied with conviction, unable to hold back the smile that spread across my lips.

I knew all too well how much it meant to her to look her best, especially to catch the eye of that certain Specialist she often talked about. Seeing her so bright and confident made me genuinely happy for her, even if I couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy, knowing she had found someone to love with all her heart.

"Do you really think so?" Musa asked, a hint of uncertainty in her tone, as if she needed further reassurance.

"Without a doubt," I said firmly, my gaze determined. "And if Riven isn't convinced, I'll make him kneel before you because you deserve to be worshiped like a queen."

A spark of amusement flashed in the eyes of Musa who, with a mischievous smile, replied, "So would you offer me special attention on his behalf?"

"Absolutely," I responded playfully, moving closer to her. My hands naturally rested on her hips, gently pulling her closer to me.

In that moment, I could clearly feel the warmth of our bodies drawing closer, our breasts brushing against each other, creating an electric sensation that I honestly didn't mind at all.

It was as if an invisible energy radiated from that contact, an energy that made me hold my breath for a moment, surprised by its intensity. And, to be honest, I can't deny that the sensation was anything but unpleasant.

As fairies, our ability to absorb positive emotions was something natural, almost instinctive. That energy was a flow of pure emotion, a current of affection, and perhaps even a hint of desire that connected us in a way that was both sweet and overwhelming.

But the real spectacle was the way the blush spread across Musa's face. Starting from her cheeks, it gradually deepened until it reached her ears, making her look like a ripe, sweet fruit, ready to be picked.

Her shyness made her even more charming, and it was impossible not to be captivated by how genuinely cute she was, amplified by the raw emotion I could feel radiating from her.

At that point, Musa pulled back slightly and, with an embarrassed smile, said, "Really, Aisha, the girls and I need to find you a man soon. Otherwise, with all this charm, you might end up creating an entire harem around you."

Her joke made me laugh heartily, and with a teasing tone, I replied, "Maybe you're right, but by saying that, you're assuming you girls aren't already mine." I moved even closer to Musa, gently brushing her lips with mine in a gesture full of affection and complicity.

Musa seemed surprised but also amused. Her eyes sparkled as she tried to hold back a laugh, and her face, already slightly flushed, turned even redder. Our little game had become a routine, yet each time we made it feel new, as if it were the first time.

Then, Musa pulled back slightly, turning her head to look around us. I followed her gaze and noticed a group of boys watching us with curiosity and evident lust, their eyes glued to the scene we had just played out, clearly wishing they could join in.

With a mischievous smile, Musa shook her head and said, "I think we've already provided enough of a free show for today..." Her words were a mix of irony and amusement, but from her eyes, I could tell she wanted to push our game in a more daring direction.

I nodded with a smile, glancing at the boys who were trying to feign indifference but were clearly struck by what they had just witnessed. "You're right," I replied, trying to stifle a laugh. "We wouldn't want to make them faint from excitement."

Musa laughed too, with that lightness that only she could emanate, and in that moment, our eyes met, exchanging a look full of complicity and charged with a mischievous intent that went far beyond simple friendship.

It felt like there was a tacit agreement between us, a shared awareness that it would only take one gesture, a simple action full of meaning, to let every word slip into silence.

Time seemed to stand still as we moved closer to each other, letting the attraction guide us. And then it happened, as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

Our lips met in a lustful kiss, and as we exchanged saliva, the kiss became more and more aggressive as I felt her hands descend lower and lower until they cupped my ass cheeks.

It was a bold, shameless gesture, yet it was perfect in that moment. I no longer cared who was around us. The rest of the world had dissolved, becoming nothing more than a backdrop, which at that moment belonged only to us.

That kiss was much more than a simple physical contact: it was pure affection from our friendship, as if absorbing all the positive emotions around us wasn't enough. And in this way, the kiss became even more beautiful, at least for us.

As we pulled away, the boys continued to watch, perhaps hoping for another show, but we just exchanged another smile and continued on our way, making sure to leave them with one last shake of our hips.

"But seriously, Aisha, if you want, I can ask Riven to introduce you to some guys from Red Fountain," Musa said in a conspiratorial tone, casting me a mischievous glance.

I shook my head with a smile, "Thanks, but I don't think I need that."

Musa didn't give up easily. "Are you sure? For someone like you, there would be thousands of guys ready to kneel just to kiss that big butt of yours," she joked, emphasizing every word with her usual exaggeration.

I raised an eyebrow, feigning indignation. "Are you saying I'm fat?" I responded, my tone deliberately playful, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Absolutely," Musa replied with a satisfied smile. "But only in the right places. That ass, for example, should be something illegal."

I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head. "Honestly, Musa, besides music, you have a talent for making me feel like a queen while simultaneously teasing me to the point of embarrassment."

She laughed in return, pleased that her joke had hit the mark. "Well, someone has to keep your ego in check. And anyway, you can't deny that your... let's say, generous backside, draws a bit of attention."

"Oh, so you're one of those who notice such things, huh?" I said, trying to stifle another smile as I looked at her with mock accusation.

"How could I not?" she replied, making a theatrical gesture. "It's impossible to ignore such a well-sculpted work of art."

"Of course," Musa nodded, satisfied. "We'll always be here, ready to support you and remind you how extraordinary you are, even when you don't realize it."

Then, with a more serious look, she added, "But really, Aisha, what kind of guy are you looking for? If not someone from Red Fountain, then who?"

I thought for a moment, still smiling, but now a bit more softly. "Someone loyal and brave," I answered, knowing those were the qualities I truly sought. "Someone who won't run away when things get tough, but will stay by my side, ready to fight for what matters."

Musa nodded slowly, understanding the seriousness of my words. "Loyal and brave, huh? Sounds like the right type for you. And I'm sure, when you least expect it, you'll find him."

"Who knows," I replied with a dreamy smile, imagining for a moment a future with someone who had those qualities. "But until then, I think I'll keep relying on you and the girls to keep my life interesting."

"That's a guarantee!" Musa exclaimed, laughing as she gave me a light push on the shoulder. "And who knows, maybe your brave knight is just around the corner."

After joking and laughing for a while, we headed towards the beach where we'd meet up with the others. The sun was high in the sky, painting it with shades of orange and pink, creating a truly beautiful spectacle.

As we reached the sand, I immediately noticed the other girls. It was hard not to when they were all such beauties that could make any guy drool with just a glance.

"Musa, I love the new look!" Stella exclaimed, approaching her with a smile. "Those pigtails really suit you."

Musa smiled, touching one of her new hairstyles. "Thanks, I thought I'd try something different. What do you think? Too much?"

"Not at all," Bloom replied. "You're perfect, as always."

"Aww, you're too sweet," Musa responded enthusiastically, leaning in to hug her. "You're just too sweet."

"In the end, it was lucky that your father postponed the princess's ball," I said with a smile, "This way, we have more time to prepare and make sure everything is perfect."

Stella, however, didn't seem entirely convinced. She made an adorable pout, which contrasted with the usual sparkle in her eyes. "Well, my father said he wanted to give me a special surprise... But I really hope he comes back with my mother," she responded in a sad tone, her voice heavy with a melancholy she rarely showed.

Feeling her pain, I couldn't help but move closer and give her a warm, comforting hug. "Stella, you know we're all here for you," I whispered gently.

"And I'm sure your father is doing everything he can to make you happy. Whatever the surprise is, it'll definitely be something special, just like you." I tried to offer her hope, even though I knew her greatest wish was to see her parents reunited.

Stella gave me a faint smile, appreciating my attempt to lift her spirits. "Thanks, Aisha," she said, her voice softer now. "I know I can count on you all, and that means a lot to me."

As we exchanged compliments, the boys arrived. The Specialists, with their usual impeccable timing, approached to surprise us, and it seemed the other girls really appreciated it.

Riven, Brandon, Helia, and the others smiled warmly at us, each of them with their gaze fixed on their respective Winx. It was amusing how some of them shot not-so-pleased looks at the other boys who were staring a bit too much.

The beach was wrapped in an atmosphere that should have been relaxed and happy, if only a certain someone had decided to show up. Unfortunately, it seemed not everyone was capable of showing their love, and that absence hung over our day like a shadow.

When I saw the sad expression on Bloom's face, my heart broke. I couldn't understand how anyone could ignore a girl like her, so sweet and wonderful. A wave of anger swept through me, and I wondered how it was possible to hurt someone so special.

"I'm sorry, Bloom," Timmy said, trying to justify his friend's absence. "Sky really wanted to see you, but he was urgently called back to Eraklyon."

Bloom nodded, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's okay, don't worry, Timmy. I just wanted to clear things up with him since we had argued."

I couldn't resist, and seeing her so vulnerable, I hugged her tightly, trying to give her the comfort she needed. I truly couldn't understand how someone could ignore such an extraordinary girl; she was like a goddess walking among us.

"I'm okay, Aisha," Bloom told me with a voice that, though still fragile, showed some improvement from before. "Thank you for the support. It makes me feel better knowing I have you all."

As I held Bloom in my arms, I could feel her tension slowly melting away. Even though she tried to be strong, it was clear that Sky's absence had hurt her deeply. With a gentle stroke on her back, I tried to convey all my solidarity and affection.

Stella, who had remained silent until that moment, stepped closer, offering her support. "Bloom, you know how much Sky adores you," she said in a reassuring tone. "Whatever happened between you two, I'm sure he'll want to make things right as soon as he can. Sometimes guys can be so... insensitive at the worst times."

It was technically a criticism, but Stella managed to make it almost sweet, earning a small smile from Bloom. And so, we continued our day, trying to make it as fun as possible.

At least until the ocean, which had been calm and serene just a moment before, started behaving oddly. The waves rose and fell in an irregular pattern, and the surface of the water seemed to almost vibrate as if it were being shaken by a massive force.

My smile faded as I watched the water with growing concern. "Guys, something's wrong," I said, drawing the others' attention. "Look at the ocean."

Everyone turned towards the sea, and the conversation abruptly stopped. The waves continued to move unnaturally, and an unsettling energy seemed to emanate from the water itself.

Brandon was the first to speak, his tone worried. "It looks like there's something beneath the surface..."

"No," I said clearly, "The appearance of that wave is an anomaly. A big one, to be precise. It's a dimensional shockwave."

"Something powerful," added Flora, squinting at the horizon.

Without hesitation, we moved closer to the water, ready to intervene if things spiraled out of control.

As we approached the sea, I felt a strange vibration underfoot, as if the very beach was responding to a dark call from the depths. The wind had picked up, bringing with it a sense of unease that made the air feel heavier.

"This means something terrible must have happened at the heart of the ocean," I said, my voice heavy with worry as I stared at the increasingly turbulent water.

"We need to check it out," Bloom added, ready for action. Everyone else nodded, sharing the same urgency to understand what was happening.

As we prepared to act, a guardian siren emerged from the waves, her expression grave and tense. "Where is Princess Aisha?" she asked urgently, scanning our group.

Stepping forward, I said, "I'm here! What's happening?" I moved closer to the siren, a sense of dread already forming in my heart. As I listened to her words, a chill ran through me, and my heart seemed to sink.

"The situation is critical," the siren explained, her tone laced with palpable concern. "There's trouble on Andros; the kingdom is in danger."

My breath caught for a moment before I found my voice again. "I need to go there immediately," I declared, the urgency within me growing stronger.

"We're coming with you," Stella said, the determination in her eyes reflecting her willingness to help me at all costs.

But I knew I couldn't let them join me on this mission. This was about my kingdom, my responsibility. "You can't," I replied, my tone firm and commanding. I could see their desire to help in their eyes, but this was a personal matter, something I had to face alone.

"We have to go through the ocean," I continued, my voice growing more serious. "My people need me, and I can't put anyone else in danger. This is my duty as the princess of Andros."

My friends looked at me with concern but also with respect. They understood the gravity of the situation and knew I would do everything possible to protect my kingdom.

"Be careful here," I added, trying to reassure them. "We don't know what might happen on the surface either. But don't worry about me; I'll return as soon as I can."

With one last look at my friends, I dove into the sea, ready to face whatever awaited me in the ocean's depths, knowing that my people were counting on me and that I had to be strong for them.

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