a Cow awaits

hey continued their walk through the bustling Liuli Pavilion marketplace, the heart of Liyue Harbor’s commerce. The air was thick with the scent of street food, silk, and incense.

Rosaria was still quietly grumbling about Aether’s public compliment when they turned a corner near a quiet pavilion and nearly walked straight into her.

Ganyu.

The half-adeptus secretary was standing at a small outdoor table, surrounded by stacks of paperwork, looking like she hadn’t slept in three days. Her beautiful horns peeked out from her long blue hair, and her usual elegant white-and-purple dress hugged her incredibly curvaceous figure — especially her massive breasts and wide, plush hips.

But what struck them both immediately was how exhausted she looked.

Dark circles under her eyes. Shoulders slumped. She was rubbing her temples with one hand while frantically writing with the other, muttering to herself.

“Lady Ningguang’s schedule for next month… the trade negotiations with Inazuma… the adepti reports… I still need to…”

She looked like the physical embodiment of burnout.

Rosaria stopped in her tracks, eyes narrowing. “...Ningguang.”

Aether nodded slowly. “Yeah. This feels like one of her ‘helpful arrangements’ from this morning.”

Ganyu finally noticed them and jolted upright, nearly knocking over an ink bottle.

“Ah—! You’re… the Traveler!” She bowed quickly, cheeks flushing. “I-I’m Ganyu, secretary to the Qixing. Lady Ningguang mentioned you might be coming to speak with the adepti about your sister. I… I was asked to assist if you needed guidance.”

Even as she tried to sound professional, her body language screamed for help. She kept shifting her weight, thighs pressing together unconsciously. Her breathing was a little too heavy. The poor girl was clearly pent-up beyond belief — years of overwork with almost zero release.

Rosaria crossed her arms, looking her up and down with something close to pity.

“Damn… I’ve never seen someone who needs to get fucked stupid more than you.”

Ganyu turned bright red, ears twitching. “E-eh?! I-I’m fine, really! I just… haven’t had much time for… personal matters lately…”

She looked utterly miserable trying to keep up her professional front while her body was clearly screaming for relief.

Aether felt a genuine wave of sympathy. The girl looked like she was one stiff breeze away from collapsing.

Rosaria leaned toward him and muttered under her breath, “She’s not even trying to hide it. Poor thing’s probably been touching herself for five minutes at a time between paperwork for years.”

Ganyu stood there fidgeting, face burning, horns practically drooping, waiting for them to say something while looking every bit like an overworked, touch-starved, incredibly breedable secretary who desperately needed to be bent over the nearest table.

Aether studied Ganyu for a long moment.

Beneath all that professional exhaustion and years of self-denial, he could clearly feel it — a wild, primal side locked away deep inside her. A qilin’s heat. A hunger that had been buried under mountains of paperwork, duty, and self-control.

He decided to be direct.

He stepped closer, voice low but perfectly audible to anyone nearby, and started talking in that shameless, teasing tone he used so well.

“Ganyu… you look like you’re about to snap,” he said gently, but without any filter. “How long has it been since someone properly fucked the stress out of you? Months? Years?”

Ganyu’s eyes widened, cheeks instantly turning crimson.

“I— I don’t— we’re in public—!”

Aether didn’t stop. He leaned in a little closer, eyes locked on hers.

“If you said yes right now, I’d pull you into that alley right there, bend you over, and fuck you until your legs stopped working. I’d fill that neglected little pussy over and over until it’s overflowing. I’d make you cum so many times you forget what day it is. I’d breed you nice and deep while you’re still trying to be a good secretary.”

Ganyu’s breath hitched. Her thighs pressed together tightly. One of her hands unconsciously gripped the edge of the table for support.

“I’d suck on those heavy tits while I thrust into you,” he continued, voice calm and filthy. “I’d tell you what a good girl you are for finally letting go. I’d make that hidden wild side of yours scream. You wouldn’t have to be the perfect secretary for a while… you could just be a needy, drooling qilin getting properly bred.”

Rosaria watched with an amused smirk, arms crossed, not even trying to stop him.

Ganyu was trembling now. Her professional mask was cracking hard. Her nipples were visibly hard through her dress. A small wet spot was starting to form on the front of her outfit near her thighs.

“Traveler… please… people are watching…” she whimpered, voice shaky and weak. But she didn’t move away. She didn’t tell him to stop.

In fact, she took one tiny, unconscious step closer to him.

Aether reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her horn, still speaking softly but directly.

“All you have to do is say the word, Ganyu. I’ll take care of you right here. No more pressure. No more denial. Just let me fuck all that built-up stress out of your body until you can’t even remember your own name.”

The half-adeptus secretary stood there in the middle of the busy market street, face burning, breathing heavily, looking two seconds away from saying yes despite the crowd around them.

Her self-control was fighting valiantly… but it was clearly losing.

Ganyu’s voice came out as a barely audible, embarrassed squeak:

“…This… this is highly inappropriate…”

But she still hadn’t run away.