The Runaway Maid is Loved by the Archmage - Chapter 72

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and immorality. Reader discretion is advised.

The moment she said it, the Great Archmage pulled her into his embrace.

“Truly?”

“Yes. Of course.”

She rose onto her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. A brief, chaste touch.

That alone seemed to please him, as he immediately leaned down to claim her lips once more. Roina wrapped her arms around Lutan’s neck and met his kiss again.

His excitement only grew at her response, and he drew even closer, pressing against her. Roina couldn’t shake the feeling that he was acting more and more like an oversized dog.

Taking advantage of the brief moment their lips parted, she continued speaking.

“If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t keep wanting to be close to you like this.”

Lutan nuzzled along the shell of her ear, the nape of her neck, then down to her collarbone.

When had his once-cool breath begun to feel so hot?

That thought flickered through her mind as she melted under his touch. Everywhere his lips landed burned with unbearable heat.

But he didn’t stop there.

His hand trailed slowly over her chest before sliding down her clothing, tugging it aside to take the soft peak into his mouth.

Slick.

A suggestive sound echoed through the library.

Roina felt her face grow unbearably warm.

“Lutan-nim!”

“Drop the ‘-nim’ already, Roina.”

With those words, he deliberately curled his tongue around her n*pple, teasing her.

And while doing so, he gazed up at her with intense eyes, making the act all the more provocative.

Only now did Roina realize just how visually stimulating a man could be.

“L-Lutan. I get it now, so let’s move to the bedroom.”

This is where I study…

Roina murmured in flustered protest.

Lutan playfully bit down on her b****t, leaving a faint mark, before answering, “Alright.”

Then, the two vanished from the library.

Creaaak—

Behind the slightly ajar door of what had seemed to be an empty library, a boy stood with his back pressed against it.

Josef had returned, intending to ask Roina another question that had come to mind.

But the moment he reached for the slightly open door, his body was abruptly turned away, held firmly in place, unable to move.

From that moment until now, he had no choice but to listen to their conversation.

As an adolescent just beginning to understand the nature of desire, he couldn’t help but flush with embarrassment, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.

He raised his now-freed hand to cover his face. In truth, his intellectual curiosity had always been at the forefront, so he had rarely been conscious of her in that way.

Though he had thought she was pretty.

Though he had thought her voice was pleasant to hear.

Though he had thought she smelled nice whenever she lowered her head…

Gulp.

“I never… paid attention to her like that before…”

His face flamed.

Images of her kept surfacing in his mind, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest, making its presence known.

This was his first love. But one he had to give up on immediately. He hadn’t known her for long. And, just as she had said, he was still a minor.

[Lutan, I have no interest in Josef.]

Most of all, she had said it to him directly—she wasn’t interested in him.

And she loved the Great Archmage.

No… That’s not… This isn’t right…

A dull ache throbbed in his chest, his heart racing too fast, almost painfully so.

Feelings like his—just a fleeting, childish infatuation—she would never even pay attention to them.

But still.

“I’m… not a child.”

For the first time in his life, the boy suffered from the fever of first love. He stood there, frozen like a statue, clutching his heart in a daze for a long, long time.