Chapter 33
Although the thought that the clothes suited Ephinia well had crossed his mind, he swore she still absolutely was not his type. To begin with, if the maids or ladies-in-waiting of a noble house were made to wear a servant uniform with that kind of design, the head of that house would be pointed at and criticized.
“I told you before. If your numbers get worse like this and reach the point right before rampage, you’ll end up doing deep contact guiding with me. Do you really want to do something like that with me?”
“……”
“You’re throwing a tantrum on purpose right now because you’re trying to make that happen, huh? You want that, don’t you?!”
Kasselard felt like he was going insane. Ephinia was glaring fiercely and shouting at him, and maddeningly, because the distance between them was so close, she smelled nice.
“Try talking from. A little farther away.”
“I don’t want to. If I let go of your arm, you’ll run away.”
It wasn’t even that strong a grip, and if he shook her off he could easily escape, but he couldn’t bring himself to shake her off. Perhaps Ephinia had noticed that too, because she seemed to be continuously pouring guiding energy into the arm she was holding… it was really faint though.
‘What am I supposed to do here.’
Right now, the one in a very dangerous situation wasn’t him, it was her.
You touching me? Of course that’s fine, but what are you going to do if I ask for more than that?
“I won’t run away, so let’s get you dressed first. I’m cold.”
Transcendents were the kind who wouldn’t feel cold even if they rolled around on ice in the middle of winter, but when Kasselard said this, Ephinia flinched. It seemed she was aware that she had been holding onto his naked body for too long.
“Alright. But if you run away, I’ll sleep in Your Highness’s bed tonight.”
Are you telling me to run, or not?
Kasselard stared at Ephinia blankly before opening his mouth. He said he wouldn’t run. Even as he spoke, he kept imagining what would happen if he bolted right now, and it was driving him crazy.
* * *
Wearing loose trousers and a robe, Kasselard sat side by side with Ephinia on the sofa. This arrangement wasn’t because he wanted it. It was because Ephinia was certain that if they sat apart, he would run away.
‘Not there.’
Because Kasselard had spoken quite firmly, Ephinia was pressed close beside him, touching his chest and abs. After several trials, she had realized that actively groping him helped lower his waves more than simply resting her palm there.
“Your Highness.”
“I know, so don’t say it.”
He had said that if she touched his n*****s he would kiss her, so she was only touching his muscles, but over the fabric of his trousers, the outline of Kasselard’s e******n was plainly visible.
“The numbers are going down too slowly. At this rate, how long will it take to lower your waves?”
“Then you take your clothes off. I’ll suck on your chest as much as you want.”
Kasselard stole a glance at Ephinia as she fell silent and pouted. He didn’t know why she kept making that expression that made him want to bite her lips.
Damn it. Who do you think is the one holding back.
He could feel reason and desire boiling fiercely inside him. Kasselard felt good, yet at the same time wondered what on earth he was doing.
“At this rate, it feels like everything will go back to square one after just one night of sleep…”
“Don’t look over here. It’s distracting.”
“How am I supposed to touch you without looking?”
She said that, but Kasselard pretended not to hear. He was trying his best to suppress the feelings that kept rising.
‘No. No. Absolutely not. I’m not falling for this brat’s tricks.’
Ephinia, for her part, was thinking seriously as well. At this rate, guiding Kasselard only this much wouldn’t work.
‘Whether or not I guide the Crown Prince perfectly determines my freedom…’
She couldn’t back down here. As she touched his body, even though she found him annoying, it wasn’t to the point that she hated him terribly. If she really tried, she felt like she could do it.
“Um, Your Highness.”
“I told you to look somewhere else when you talk.”
“Taking my clothes off is a bit… but I think I can guide you by putting my hand inside your clothes.”
“I’m already—”
His words cut off abruptly, and Kasselard’s gaze turned toward Ephinia. Ephinia was still reaching inside his robe, touching his abs.
What are you talking about! He couldn’t shout that, because of what he himself had said earlier. More than anything, he wanted to touch Ephinia’s chest.
“……”
Kasselard seemed frozen as he stared at her, so Ephinia waved her hand back and forth in front of his eyes. Kasselard immediately grabbed that hand.
“You said earlier you didn’t even want to take your clothes off.”
“When did I say that? Your Highness was the one who stopped me. At this rate, it doesn’t seem like this guiding session will ever end, so put your hand inside my clothes.”
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