Chapter 63
Ronius called her ‘mage,’ as if playing along, and approached right to the railing where she sat.
“You’ll fall at this rate.”
He grabbed the wrist of the hand not holding the fan and looked into her eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed roughly.
“Sir Knight. Worried about me, are you?”
The stiff fan grazed along his jawline. His eyelids fluttered. He squeezed his eyes shut once before answering.
“It’s higher than you think. No, not ‘higher than you think,’ it’s just plainly high. Can’t you see?”
“Hmmm? So it’s worry, but… perhaps my appearance stirred something?”
The descending fan next flicked up the jacket of his knight’s uniform, concealing his lower body.
“Wai… wait…”
The object stored in the right side of his trousers was revealing a very prominent outline. Ronius hastily glanced around.
Whatever sounds might be heard, whoever might come in, the couples on the balconies to the left and right were still lost in their own worlds. He looked at her with confused eyes, glanced to the side once more, and finally stole a look down at himself.
Jeina let out a short laugh and spoke.
“Well?”
“What?”
“I asked you, Sir Knight. Why you were late.”
A gust of wind blew between them. Ronius’s lips parted. No sound came out, but. He only clenched the woman’s slender wrist even tighter.
“You’re quite popular, our knight.”
“I’m not interested.”
“There’s more than one or two aiming for your backside. Did you at least get petted?”
“Talk sense, you’re really…”
He frowned, as if displeased. “Who dares to think I’m cute?”, his grumbling voice came through muffled.
“You know, just guarding your chastity won’t be enough.”
“…Just because a witch’s head is full of such things, you think everyone else is the same?”
Ronius continued muttering as if making excuses.
“The one scattering crumbs carelessly is you, witch. Then why did you circle back and come here?”
He seemed utterly dissatisfied with her choice to return to the banquet hall balcony. She stared at him intently, saying nothing, only lifting the corner of her mouth.
His shoulders stiffened with a jolt. He glanced down at his own lower half for a moment. In the end, unable to bear the silence and his own state any longer, he spoke.
“I was wrong.”
“……”
“Witch.”
“Right, knight? I prefer apologies to pointless excuses.”
The crimson fan once more caressed his jawline and slid down.
“Whose is this body?”
The descending fan pressed firmly against one side of his chest. Ronius bit his lip hard. The hand holding her was trembling. It was also impressive, the self-restraint to only use enough force not to hurt her even in that state. Jeina didn’t wait for another answer and lowered her hand again.
Lower. Further down. His other hand, the one not holding her, fidgeted helplessly. Just as he was trembling finely, about to push his front out a little, his eyes flew open. The fan had just passed near his navel, and as if snapping back to his senses, he abruptly seized her other hand as well.
“Stop, stop. You… are you crazy? No matter what, now…”
Lowering his voice, Ronius glanced around once more.
“Now here…”
The man and woman, still lost only in their own world even in this bizarre situation. He stared at her, bewildered.
“What else have you done?”
The strength slowly drained from the hand holding her, and his voice came out flustered.
“You have to answer. Today of all days, you only pick things to get me in real trouble?”
Meanwhile, she had easily planted both feet and now burrowed between his thighs.
“Hm? I said, whose body is this, knight?”
The slender fan traced the outline of the large object and rubbed between his thighs, wiggling back and forth……
“You, ahhh…!”
The trembling between his thighs was transmitted entirely to her through the fan. Jeina, feeling a thrilling sensation, scraped the space between even more eagerly.
Not long after, a voice heated with passion burst out.
“Jeina! Ugh! Master’s! My master’s! Witch, hah!”
He reflexively clamped his thighs together and cried out undignifiedly. The fan, pulled out from between the tightly clenched thighs, scraped all the way up the stiff outline of his trousers.
Jeina then stopped the fan that had been roaming his body. His waist jerked with a start.
“Ah! Aah…”
“Right? You know it well. Truly worthy of the Empire’s hero.”
As Jeina laughed lightly, teasing him, the corners of Ronius’s eyes, glaring at her, grew even more vividly reddened. Lips bitten in shame, face on the verge of blushing. It was a sight she particularly enjoyed.
The corner of her mouth twitched as she retrieved the fan that had been imposingly draped over the formidable object. His crimson eyes, seeming regretful, persistently followed the fan.
She used that fan to give his shoulder a light push and said.
“Backside.”
“What? Huh? Yes?”
“One bit of praise and you’re acting dense again? Present your backside, Sir Ronius.”
“…….”
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