Chapter 2.5
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Around the same time, Demian, who was inside the tea house, was cooling the carnal heat of his body with his necktie pulled down and three or four buttons of his shirt undone.
Even though he had been sitting leaned back against the sofa for quite a while, his broad, rock-hard chest, corded with dense muscle, refused to cool down.
‘What the hell is wrong with my body.’
Demian let out a sigh and closed the book he had been reading.
The fact that his body was constantly heating up to the point where he couldn’t even concentrate on reading was a source of significant displeasure for a man who pursued stoic asceticism.
The reason he was suffering so much was because the image of a woman’s body, moving and writhing intensely, kept flashing through his mind.
Why couldn’t he forget it?
Levi Heron, who had continued her training at the campus training ground until late at night, kept surfacing in his thoughts.
Originally, he had only watched her because he was curious about the level of skill the heir of the House of Heron possessed.
Although she lacked overall pushing power, Levi made excellent use of Heron’s unique martial prowess.
It was surprising and admirable that she had mastered Heron’s sword forms—notorious for their high difficulty since they required the simultaneous control of mana and physical strength despite a sickly body—so he couldn’t take his eyes off her for a long time.
No, that was definitely what he had thought.
But now, several days later, what remained in Demian’s memory was not Levi’s swordsmanship, but other things.
The line of her neck, clearly revealed as her thick platinum hair was tied high.
Her red lips, which exhaled gasping breaths, and her cheeks, which were flushed a deep crimson.
Demian blankly recalled that scene again before suddenly snapping back to his senses.
“Ha…….”
She would probably think he was a filthy, trashy madman. He was aware that this was a disrespectful act. The fantasies playing out in his head lately were things that must absolutely never be discovered.
‘As soon as the picnic is over, I’ll have to exhaust my body even more to clear my head.’
Demian leaned his head back against the sofa with a thud, resenting his own body, which had been born so lewd and impure.
It was to avoid falling into such a state of delusion that he had used excuses like a non-existent fastidiousness to keep his distance from women.
To avoid even seeing or experiencing scenes that could become seeds for such dark, lewd imaginations.
But why…… was the sight of her training so provocative?
When he thought of the Young Lady, who couldn’t even attend social gatherings because she was so sickly, putting in her absolute best effort to protect her people, her movements were remembered even more vividly.
‘Get a grip.’
Demian put down the book he was holding and shoved his hand into the black leather glove on the table.
Just as he was buttoning his shirt again and readjusting his tie, a voice calling for him was heard from outside.
“Your Highness. Are you inside?”
It was the voice of Levi Heron, whom he had been unintentionally ruminating over.
Why did she come here?
Demian, feeling somewhat guilty, primly straightened his attire.
Then, after practicing the chaste yet innocent smile he had rehearsed over a thousand times, he flicked his fingertips to open the door.
As soon as permission was granted, Levi, who entered the tea house without a moment’s hesitation, quickly scanned the surroundings using her mana.
‘I definitely felt a sticky Demonic Energy near here.’
Now, it was as if it had never happened—nothing could be felt.
Upon realizing that fact, her tension eased slightly. Only then did Levi look at Demian to show her respects.
“…….”
A space where books were piled so densely in every direction that it felt like it should be called a study rather than a tea house.
Demian, situated at the center, was dressed in perfect formal attire, so flawless he could have modeled for a portrait right then and there.
An unrealistically handsome face, which she couldn’t seem to get used to facing, was right in front of her.
Since he had such a face and body, it made sense why so many young ladies were so aggressive with secret meeting requests and love letters.
“Levi Heron. What brings you here?”
“Well, that is.”
Levi picked her words for a moment. This was because she knew how sensitive the man in front of her was to matters regarding demons.
Whether by coincidence or not, on the day Demian was born, countless demons supposedly appeared throughout the Empire.
Because of that, those who fanatically supported Frid used to spread ridiculous rumors.
That a foul prince was born in the Imperial Palace, causing the demons to throw a festival.
That his mother, who was the daughter of a fallen family, had actually contracted with a demon to gain her beauty.
In front of a man who had suffered from such malicious rumors his whole life and even developed a compulsive obsession with image management,
“Hey. I followed the characteristic cold and gloomy energy of a demon, and here I find Prince Demian?”
—Saying that would, no matter how much she thought about it, sound like a provocation to kill her first should there ever be an occasion for treason.
Levi spoke, taking great care to avoid any misunderstanding.
“I thought I felt the presence of a demon, so I was looking around the area.”
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