Chapter 60
The music was nearing its end. Unconsciously leading her through the steps, he swallowed a gasp. His lips parted as if to say something, then closed again. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed violently up and down. Her scrutinizing gaze swept over him.
Why did her wide, innocent-looking eyes seem so sinister? His provocative remark seemed to have triggered an even stronger reaction in her. He was being utterly exposed under her gaze. The distance between them closed sharply again, and Jeina’s voice flowed out smoothly.
“You’ll beg to be taken cheaply, just like you always do. You’ll shake your bare backside at everyone.”
“No.”
Even as he frowned and showed clear displeasure at such an obscene suggestion, his face was undeniably flushing. Each of her words was eroding his entire body. Were the persistent, invasive fantasies her magic, or were they his own nature?
Stripped naked, his member standing stiff, and on top of that, shaking his backside in front of everyone…
“What, am I wrong?”
He couldn’t bring himself to answer hastily.
“If you’re in heat, you have to shake your rump and perform a mating dance. Lower your waist all the way, stick out that round, sturdy backside of yours, and wiggle it.”
The image of him, unable to stand straight, vulgarly shaking his backside, swirled dizzyingly in his head.
“Shamelessly.”
The nape of his neck burned so hot he found it difficult to meet her eyes.
“Impossible.”
Ronius muttered as if he couldn’t believe it. Though it seemed directed at her, it was essentially a statement to himself. The heaviness in his trousers was already crying out. The aching tightness in his lower abdomen made him feel faint.
‘No. No.’
He had decided to go along with it clearly because Jeina wanted it. That was all it was…
But now, it looked as if he himself had been longing for this all along.
And then, as if setting fire to his turmoil, she spoke.
“You showed a lewd spectacle in front of others and disgraced the dignity of a knight. You need to be properly disciplined.”
“……”
“That pretty backside of yours only learns its lesson after being thoroughly tormented… Get ready for it.”
The elegant string melody was fading away. His tense b******s clenched tightly.
Ronius couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, who was looking at him with a lethally possessive gaze.
It was a gaze that explicitly excluded everyone else in the banquet hall. Within that narrow gap, raw emotions, far removed from nobility, were sparking. The Iron-blooded Knight and the Black-haired Mage. Curious glances had been exchanged since the middle of the dance, drawn by the subtle tension between them. Though they were merely dancing the same steps under the same lights as everyone else, their dance felt dangerous and precarious. The nobles blushed but couldn’t look away. Eyes kept darting, and even the nobles dancing in the center of the same hall found themselves looking over, unable to focus on their own partners.
Just as the attention of the entire assembly was fully upon them, the music filling the hall scattered and faded completely away.
Still in turmoil, Ronius stared at her. Unnoticed by anyone, Jeina’s finger brushed against a gold button on his uniform with a flick before dropping away.
“See? The place doesn’t matter, does it?”
Stepping back half a step, Jeina picked up the hem of her dress slightly and bowed her head. He had taught her the forms and etiquette, but for Jeina to actually follow them… It only made his feelings more complicated. Moreover, the woman who had reduced him to this state and was now acting oblivious even seemed annoyingly cute. Hiding his conflicted feelings, he returned the bow. Then, a pale hand was extended toward him. He lowered his trembling lips to the smooth back of her hand.
“Well then…”
The two looked at each other as they raised their heads. Ronius opened his mouth first but couldn’t readily continue. He felt like a lost child.
“Well then?”
“So, I mean, well then…”
He could feel a heavy presence approaching him from behind. There was nothing more he could do with Jeina here and now.
“Well then, I’ll see you later.”
“Wait.”
Ronius caught her as she was about to disappear again. Jeina, halfway through turning away from him, gave a faint smile. She glanced over his shoulder and spoke softly.
“Find me on your own. You know what happens if you’re late, Sir Knight?”
Before he could even answer, Jeina gracefully vanished. Not a single strand of her black hair remained in his sight, yet the dull ache in his lower body grew more pronounced. Suppressing the heat and swallowing the discomfort, he turned around.
A figure had arrived and now stood imposingly before him. It was a face he hadn’t seen in a long time. Ronius greeted him indifferently, despite the man’s piercing glare.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of you coming all the way here?”
“After I went to the trouble of attending, you ungrateful brat.”
The man, who looked as if he could see right through his future, clicked his tongue with a displeased expression.
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