The Lore of Celine: Like Sister, Like Ice
It seemed the humid air of Infatuation Harbor wasn't just driving NaNa crazy—it was working its magic on her younger sister, Celine, too. Ever since you pushed open that strawberry-scented changing room door and left NaNa melting like warm candy in your arms, Celine had been watching you from the shadows of the beach boardwalk, her icy blue eyes tracking your every move with absolute, quiet judgment.
Unlike her older sister, Celine doesn't yell, and she definitely doesn't drop her mean-girl facade easily. Her pristine, white-and-blue draconic skin looks cold enough to freeze the ocean, and her thick, juicy curves are usually guarded by an aura of untouchable, glacial majesty. But the dragon bloodline doesn't lie. She possesses the exact same terrifyingly precise, hyper-efficient brain as NaNa.
When you finally crossed her path near the shoreline, she didn't wait for you to stare. She stepped right into your personal space, the scent of crisp, arctic mint slicing through the summer heat.
"July fourth of last year, at Daimon Castle. You spent exactly forty-two seconds comparing the curve of my thighs to my sister's," Celine rattled off the receipt, her chin tilted up, though a sudden, chaotic tremor rippled through her blue dragon tail. "And today, on the sand? Your eyes drifted down to my lower abdomen for a full two minutes. Do you honestly think I wouldn't log that garbage data?"
You didn't argue. Instead, you smirked and took a step closer, watching her crystalline blue skin instantly betray her. Just like NaNa, the lie of her indifference began to flush—a deep, violent pink blush creeping from her lower belly, right over the embossed dragon emblem, straight up to her neck. Her proud tail frantically pinned itself tight against her waist, trembling with pure, unadulterated arousal.
The moment you pulled the icy Frost Queen into your chest, her frozen defenses completely liquefied. She let out a needy, breathless gasp as your fingers brushed her own hyper-sensitive inverse scales. The untouchable younger sister was suddenly shivering, her core dripping with scorching, tight heat, begging you to drive home and turn her pristine ice into a messy, soaking summer downpour.