As if on cue, Magnus stepped out from the shadows, a smirk on his face. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little loli," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Fischl stuck her tongue out at him. "And if it isn't the pervert who gets his kicks from watching me change diapers," she retorted.
Magnus laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just here to help. Besides, you can't deny the convenience of these things."
Fischl blushed, but couldn't help the small smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth. She nodded, heading behind a nearby dumpster to change.
Magnus watched with interest as Fischl removed her soiled diaper, his mind wandering to inappropriate thoughts. He tried to shake them off, reminding himself that she was just a friend.
Fischl caught him staring, raising an eyebrow. "Eyes up here, perv," she said, tossing the dirty diaper at him.
Magnus chuckled, easily dodging the projectile. "You're just flattered that I find you so irresistible," he said, winking at her.
Fischl rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips. She wiggled into the fresh diaper, securing it in place.
Magnus couldn't help but stare as Fischl finished dressing, his mind filled with dirty thoughts. He couldn't deny that there was something about her that drove him wild.
Fischl noticed his gaze, smirking. "Like what you see, perv?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
Magnus grinned, stepping closer to her. "You have no idea," he said, his voice low and husky.
Fischl's heart raced as Magnus reached out, gently stroking her cheek. "You're playing with fire, Magnus," she warned, her voice barely above a whisper.
Magnus leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. "I know," he said, his lips brushing against her ear. "But I can't help myself when it comes to you."
Fischl gasped as she felt Magnus's hand on her rear, squeezing gently. She knew she should stop him, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away. Instead, she leaned into him, her own breath quickening.
"You're trouble, Magnus," she whispered, her voice full of desire.
"And you love it," he replied, his hand tracing a path down her thigh.
Fischl couldn't deny it. She did love the thrill of their playful encounters, the way he made her heart race and her body tingle. She knew she should resist him, but she couldn't help but give in to the temptation.
As they stood there, lost in their own world, the sounds of Liyue Harbor faded away. All that mattered was the heat of Magnus's touch and the sound of their own breathing.
For Fischl, it was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. And she couldn't wait for more.
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