Since the time Namtan successfully used the magical stick (she refused to remember the stick’s name) crafted by Love to save Film, she had been receiving peculiar items regularly. Each came with a note saying, “Please test this out,” accompanied by a large, hand-drawn heart.
Every new delivery stretched Namtan’s imagination to its limits.
For instance, once, she received a ball with a simple note stating it was for cleaning broomsticks. She examined it from all angles, even tried tossing it around like a Quaffle, but it showed no sign of working. Eventually, she gave up and left it aside.
It wasn’t until later that Love explained the ball needed to be burst using the broomstick to activate its effect.
Namtan rubbed her aching temples, couldn’t keep up with Love’s thought process.
“Hey, are you using me as a free guinea pig?”
“Don’t say that! Who knows, it might save your life someday,” Love replied righteously. “Or maybe even Film’s.”
Namtan was left speechless.
Later, Love seemed to develop an obsession with flying. She started to send her an increasing number of flying-related artifacts, forcing Namtan to drag her entire Quidditch team into Love’s experiments.
“Well, graduation’s coming up anyway,” Namtan thought optimistically.
However, after graduation, she was scouted by an amateur Quidditch team, where she quickly climbed the ranks to become the captain. Predictably, Love shifted her research operations to Namtan’s team.
At first, Namtan didn’t mind much, enduring it for Film’s sake. But the recent deliveries were becoming increasingly absurd.
“Captain... That artifact you had us test turned into an owl mid-air and flew away…”
Namtam stared at the bewildered teammate, guilt welling up inside.
“Captain... That artifact sprayed ink all over me.”
“...”
Namtan solemnly reassured her now ink-stained teammate that it wouldn’t happen again.
“Captain... I got attacked…”
Eventually, her teammates were practically begging her in tears to stop testing things on them. Their cries were heartbreakingly tragic.
Namtan felt like she was losing her mind.
“Stop sending me things!”
Love, startled by the sudden outburst, nearly jumped out of her chair.
She looked at the furious captain, her face full of grievance.
“Just a few more tests... If I don’t have results soon, the head of the department will kill me!” she pleaded, gesturing dramatically at the adjacent magical research department before miming a throat-slitting motion.
“No means no.”
“Please~”
“No.”
Namtan left that one word behind and turned to leave, only to run into Milk at the doorway.
Milk said nothing, simply smiling as she looked at her.
But that smile sent chills down Namtan’s spine.
—
Namtan pulled off her damp robes, drying them in her hands as she stepped into the warmth of her home.
Her earlier warnings seemed to have worked—there were no longer colorful owls crowding her mailbox.
Peeking into the bright living room, she could tell that Film had returned, though there wasn’t a trace of her to be seen.
“Film?”
No response. Namtan sighed softly and headed into the storage room.
She opened the cabinet door and stepped into a space filled with the mingling scents of seawater and grass.
The room was furnished mostly with wood, with spiral staircases connecting the extended platforms. Each level offered a vastly different view.
After some thought, she made her way to the platform leading to the vast grasslands.
After graduating, Film had joined the Magical Creature Protection Department and become even more enamored with raising magical creatures. To accommodate her passion, they’d added a passage in their shared home that connected to another dimension—accessible via this cabinet.
Namtan often wondered how their landlord would react if they discovered the house was hosting hundreds of bizarre magical creatures.
Maybe it was time to buy a place of their own.
She brushed away a Niffler trying to steal her jewelry and held it up in front of her.
“Desty, where’s your mom?”
The mischievous creature, named Desty, chirped and climbed onto Namtan’s head, making itself comfortable.
Namtan shook her head helplessly. It clearly had no intention of getting down, so she let it stay.
For some reason, this Niffler loved perching on her head. Film had laughed about it for ages, only stopping after Namtan shot her a glare.
But Film had named it “Desty,” claiming it was a perfect fit.
Thinking back, Namtan’s lips curled into a smile as she continued deeper into the grasslands.
The wooden platform eventually ended, opening up to a vast meadow.
Under the sun, she spotted Film’s gentle figure.
The sunlight was dazzling, making Film’s dark brown hair gleam brightly.
Namtan suddenly had the urge to watch her like this forever.
Desty, however, had other ideas. It chirped excitedly and dashed toward Film.
Film turned around, her face breaking into a radiant smile as she caught Desty in her arms.
“Have you gotten heavier again?”
“Chirp!”
Hearing the cheerful exchange between the two, Namtan snapped out of her daze.
She steadied herself, noticing something different about Film.
Her hair, usually cascading over her shoulders, was tied up in a high ponytail. She wore a pure white, floor-length dress that complemented her smooth skin, making her look like an otherworldly elf.
Namtan walked over and pulled Film into her arms.
Her bare back was exposed; Film clearly wasn’t wearing anything under. Namtan’s hand rested directly on her smooth, bare skin.
Just a little move, and she could reach—
Namtan’s breath hitched.
“Teerak?”
Film brushed Namtan’s hair aside and looked at her curiously.
But Namtan didn’t respond, her focus was entirely on Film’s slightly parted lips.
They looked delicious.
Acting on instinct, she bit down, eliciting a soft whimper from Film.
With a little force, Namtan pinned Film down onto the grass, carefully moving Desty, who was protesting at being squished, to the side.
She wanted to claim the woman below her.
The strap on Film’s dress slipped off, revealing something even more delicious.
Namtan couldn’t hold back anymore. She kissed her way down, tongue swirling over the cherry-like hard bud.
“Phi… wait…”
Namtan obediently moved away from the soft curve, pressing her lips back to Film's.
“Please…”
She lightly brushed against her, intentionally letting her breath graze across Film’s face.
The intoxicating scent of her lover immediately made Film go weak, her body shivering with a tickling sensation.
Unable to resist, she squirmed slightly, only to be lifted and seated on Namtan's lap.
The emptiness below was suddenly met with firm contact, and Film let out a satisfied sigh.
“Mm…”
Namtan smirked, intentionally moving her legs up and down.
Seeing her smug, almost rogue-like expression, Film’s irritation flared. She grabbed Namtan’s necktie and pulled her close.
“Take me to bed,” she ordered.
Namtan’s grin widened.
She scooped up the soft and pliant woman, carried her back inside, and pinned her against the wall, kissing her fiercely.
By the time they stumbled and tumbled their way into the bedroom, their clothes had already been scattered across the floor.
The room burned with passion.
They reached the peak together several times before finally collapsing into each other’s arms.
—
As Film lay limply in Namtan’s embrace, completely spent, Namtan finally remembered the unusual detail she had wanted to ask about.
“Teerak, why are you dressed like this all of a sudden?”
She couldn’t recall Film owning anything this tempting.
“P’Milk gave it to me,” Film murmured, her eyes still closed, her voice faint and sleepy. “She said it would make you happy…”
Namtan’s heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, Film added sleepily, “She said you should return the favor. What does that mean?”
“…”
“Phi?”
Film’s drowsy and hazy look softened Namtan’s heart. She gently smoothed her hair.
“Nothing. Just go to sleep.”
—
The next day, as Namtan stepped outside, she once again spotted a flock of brightly colored owls.
She had half a mind to organize a grand owl-hunting competition.
But the person she wanted to hunt more was Milk—especially when she was leaning casually against Namtan’s office door, smiling with faux innocence.
“How was last night?”
“…”
“I saw this black lace nightgown the other day—”
“... Tell Love to deliver her stuff directly to me. No more sending it to my house.”
Milk gave her an okay sign, then sashayed away proudly.
Namtan was left with a whirlwind of emotions.
—
“Captain! That device turned into an underwear and made me look like a pervert!!!…”
Namtan swallowed hard, barely managing to keep her composure.
There’s no choice. For your captain’s happiness, you’ll just have to endure it.