Uraume's voice, calm and precise, detailed a vision. As they spoke, the image solidified in my mind, perfectly encapsulating my own desires.

Uraume: "something like...a short, modern-style kimono with a fitted halter design that leaves the shoulders bare and a deep V-neckline. The sash is wide and fitted at the waist, about 15 cm high, with a decorative apron in front measuring about 30 x 20 cm. The sleeves are long, wide, and open, bell-shaped, about 60 cm long, with flaming motifs on the edges. The hem ends at mid-thigh approximately 40 cm from the waist, and is complemented by thigh-high stockings...... I feel like it would look good on her..."

A flicker of something akin to admiration passed through me. Uraume understood. Not just my words, but the intent behind them. The design was audacious, bold, yet still held the echo of traditional form. The exposed shoulders, the deep V-neck, the wide sash—all designed to accentuate, to reveal, to provoke. The flaming motifs… a perfect counterpoint to Lilian's floral curse, a subtle blend of our essences. And thigh-high stockings… excellent.

Uraume then extended the notebook, presenting a sketch. It was surprisingly detailed, capturing the essence of the garment with clean, confident lines. My eyes, all four of them, devoured the drawing, a slow smile spreading across my lips.

— «Precisely.» My voice was a low purr, a sound of utter satisfaction. — «Uraume, your eye for detail, and for… perfection… remains unmatched.»

I allowed the notebook to fall to the futon, my gaze fixed on Lilian once more. Uraume, ever efficient, moved towards her, the measuring tape already extended. They leaned over Lilian, who remained blissfully asleep, and gently began to measure her shoulders.

My muscles tensed. My vision, sharp and focused, narrowed on Uraume's hands. The casual touch, the close proximity, the mere act of their fingers brushing against my Lilian… A possessive growl rumbled deep in my chest, a low, warning sound that only I could hear. My cursed energy flared, a sudden, almost imperceptible surge that made the air around me crackle.

— ««Too much.»» My thoughts, sharp and cold, cut through the residual warmth. — ««Too close. Her skin. Her body. Mine.»»

My jaw clenched. My hand, which had been resting on Lilian's back, unconsciously tightened, pulling her even closer into my embrace. My second pair of eyes, usually so impassive, burned with a fierce, territorial fire.

I knew Uraume was simply performing their duty. They were being precise, professional. But a primal, instinctual part of me recoiled. This was my Lilian. No one else was to touch her, not even for a fleeting measurement. The thought was illogical, contradictory, and utterly overwhelming.

— «Careful, Uraume.» My voice was a low, warning whisper, barely audible, yet laced with a subtle threat. It was not a command, but a statement of inherent possessiveness. My gaze, locked onto Uraume's hands, was unwavering.

Uraume paused, their movements imperceptibly faltering. Their head tilted slightly, an acknowledgment of my silent warning. They continued, but their touch became even lighter, more fleeting, as if they were measuring thin air rather than the delicate flesh of Lilian's shoulder.

— ««Good. They understand.»» A deep, satisfied hum resonated within my chest. My possessiveness, though bordering on irrational, was undeniable. And it was being respected.

I allowed my gaze to drift back to Lilian's sleeping face. Soon, she would awaken. And soon, she would be adorned in the kimono of my choosing. A beautiful, revealing garment that would mark her, undeniably, as mine. Every curve, every line, every inch of fabric would be a testament to my desire.

And every touch she received, every glance she attracted, would be a stark reminder of the overwhelming power that claimed her. My Lilian. My new obsession. My greatest, most beautiful possession.

The satisfaction that filled me was profound, eclipsing even the faint irritation of Uraume's necessary proximity. This was a pleasure far beyond mere physical gratification. This was the pleasure of ownership. Of absolute, undeniable control. And it was only just beginning.