Fire Emblems Lemons

Manuela Milkers

"You can do this, it's a date! Do you know how many would kill to get these? I'd say I would, but I already kill so many others with my looks. It really isn't fair, is it?"

"Sylvain, weren't you just rejected 5 minutes ago."

Sylvain coughed at how blunt his fellow noble could be. "She didn't dump me. I dumped her; it was a mutual dumping," Sylvain defended himself, looking highly offended, Not in the way a snobbish noble might be disgusted with a commoner, but as if his pride and skills had just been insulted. In a way, it was like Ferdinand every time he tried to convince others that he was better than Edelgard.

Karma coming right back for Sylvain as said woman decided to publicly disprove his point in a series of events that had happened to Sylvain more times than he could count. Y/N facepalming throughout the whole experience. "I have to wonder HOW you are my brother at times, or why I didn't end up like you. I'm happy on the latter one, though.

"Hey. that's not a fair comment to make. Anyway, if you don't go to this date, then the better Jose Gautier will gladly attend to the fair lady."

"I'm going."

"FUCK!"

"Sylvain, language!" Dimitri, Dedue, Ingrid, and Mercedes all chastised him.

***

The night was one that Y/N had to prepare himself for. It was tough enough having to deal with Manuela for a night, with Cyril having warned him of Manuel's propensity for self-pity while dunking down a bottle of booze.

For the date, Manuela actually handled herself better than he expected. She took the lead in the conversation and the date, which Y/N was more than happy to go for. It was silly, but having not had the greatest confidence in building a relationship, Y/N wasn't the kind to think this would go well. But lo and beyond, Manuela was actually showing herself to be an adult... for a limited amount of time.

"I still can't believe all of this. Just when I thought you were being an adult," Y/N muttered, harping Manuela close to him and helping her into the room. Her chest jiggled right as Y/N set her gently on the bed, a fearsome pair of magnifi-meat that surpassed the blunt-speaking Byleth.

Manuela mewled a bit as she giggled. "What a gentleman," she muttered, many more flirtatious comments sent his way—from both their time on the data and now.

Although he wasn't intoxicated, Y/N could feel the similar red coating that fell onto Manuela's cheeks hit him. "Well, I'm still not sure if that's enough to make me the man of your dreams that you want."

Manuela appeared to contradict his thoughts when she moved to stroke his cheek, a faint touch that Manuela managed to keep up without passing out into a drunken stupor. Her face going clearer as the languid feeling that should have plagued her body appeared to no longer affect her.

"Don't sell your short, Y/N. You aren't that bad of a man. If anything, I'll say you definitely have one over your brother," Manuela joked.

"That's not a high bar to pass, is it?" Y/N joked back, a bond igniting even faster over the flaws of Sylvain's relationship. "That said, I hope he does find someone. I think having a Crest has warped some things, but I guess that is the small balance one could get by being a noble," Y/N muttered, trailing off.

Conversation being struck between the both of them once again, each reply probing deeper into one another. A growing flush through the both of them as not only did Y/N's cheeks and voice lighten up, but the restrictions on Manuela's chest appeared to have been linked to the same fate of opening up.

Blood vigorously pumped through his body as the first kiss of what might have become many was gifted to him by Manuela. Even as her chest squashed on his body, that didn't shock Y/N the most. The passion in which she carried herself with was sweeping Y/N as he couldn't even savour the shock of the first kiss, having his lips taken once again for another passionate swirl.