"What!!" I screamed inwardly, hearing his words. "Huh? What do you mean?" I blurted out.
Before I could react, his lips landed softly on mine… everything bloomed at that moment. It felt like the entire world stood still.
He pulled away, blushing. It was just a peck, yet it made me feel emotions I had never thought possible… This was my first kiss. Even in my last life, when I was with my fiancé, we had never kissed, never even had sex. It was purely platonic. I had grown to think that's how love actually felt. Thinking back, he must have fallen out of love long before he proposed, or maybe he never even loved me to begin with.
Thyrian bit his lower lip. "Mas-ter, was that okay?" he asked softly, a look of genuine care in his eyes, and I was lost in them.
"Huh?" I said, confused, snapping back to reality. His lips parted and he moved closer… I watched helplessly as he tilted my head and leaned in for another kiss, then paused.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to…"
I pressed my lips onto his softly, watching his expression, then retracted slowly. "Did I do good? I'm really bad at this…"
In that moment, his lips claimed mine, and my eyes widened in shock, then slowly closed in blissful acceptance. I felt his hands around my waist tighten, pulling me in closer. I didn't try to fight it, I accepted it fully, embracing his warmth.
I felt his lips suck on my lower lip, and my eyes rolled in my sockets.
It felt SO GOOD!
His hands roamed round my back, kissing me more passionately. Where did that soft, almost shy expression go? He was getting rough and possessive… I liked it, but it was hard for me to keep up… I felt my breath leaving me.
"Breathe!" I heard his voice in my head. He kissed harder; I could feel his tongue roaming my mouth, entangling with mine. My hands reached for his waist, holding him tightly, letting him take the lead. I didn't realize when my hands began roaming his thick, muscular arms, and then finally landed on his bare chest…
But I had completely forgotten how to breathe at this point, and I gently pushed against his chest, trying to signal I couldn't breathe. He must have sensed it and pulled away, but made sure to playfully bite my lower lip.
I stared at him, panting, trying to catch my breath. I was all drenched now, and my clothes clung to my body, revealing my cleavage. My chest rose and fell with each breath, and I watched as his gaze lingered on my face and then drifted to my chest.
He looked away, his cheeks turning red, even his ears. "Um… that was good. Your lips tasted amazing… we should try it again, I mean, if you want and the mood's right and… I'll be quiet now."
Fvck, my heart skipped a beat.
"O-okay," I said, still panting. "I should go," I mumbled, but my cheeks were also flushed bright red. I couldn't even look him in the eyes.
[Congratulations! You have gotten one kiss and have been rewarded by Reader51 with the healing power of 100%]
Wow! I had completely forgotten about the mission. Thank you, Thyrian, you saved me again, I thought, staring at him and smiling brightly.
He teleported me out of the sanctum, and the door opened suddenly. Veyra stared at me, his brows raised upward… I was drenched from head to toe, and my lace was visible; he could see every curve, every detail…
He shifted his gaze between blushing Thyrian and me… I was also flushed, my face fully red. "Are you okay? What happened?" he asked, a worried expression visible, and stepped closer, cupping my face. I blushed harder.
"Why was everything they did making me feel so embarrassed and shy?" I thought inwardly and pulled away.
"I have to change my clothes and eat before it gets cold," I said, avoiding his gaze and walking away very fast, holding the hem of my wet, drenched clothes… Gosh, it felt so cold already.
Hours later in the room, Veyra left after he watched me finish three bowls of wonton and dumplings. I was full now, but it was a bit cold…
I shivered and reached for the bed blanket and wrapped it around my body… sitting down, I trembled softly, biting my lower lip.
"So cold!" I mumbled, licking my lips… The fireplace was lit but wasn't helping. I pressed my hands together, rubbing hard, trying to warm myself.
[Heat level decreasing
Result: Backlash for angering female lead]
What the fuck, really? I guess this is what the cat meant by I'll be punished, but why does the female lead have to be protected to this extent?
To me, she was in the same boat as the original villainess: a green tea bitch… The author really deserves a beating.
Thinking of it, I remembered when Elowen got the original villainess's beast-men consorts, she did treat them well and they doted on her… That's why she deserved the heroine role, I guess, but still I didn't like her one bit. I continued the novel for the beast-men, imagining myself with them… and all the nasty things we could do.
I heaved a heavy sigh. "Fvcking plot armor," I cursed out. The thought of suffering all because of some pampered princess made my blood boil.
"What plot armor?" I heard whispers from behind me and immediately jumped in fear. I grabbed anything I could find and prepared to jab it at the figure sitting on my bed.
"Azrael?" I muttered in shock, still pointing the tool at him. The thoughts that he tried to kill me made my eyes go dark. I expected an explanation, but instead a mocking chuckle escaped his lips.
"Is that supposed to stop me?" he asked, and I stared at the ink pen in my hands and tossed it away.
"Leave my room," I said sharply, but rather, he disappeared into black mist and appeared right behind me, his fingers trailing across my neck to my shoulders.
"You almost killed me," I yelled, pushing his hands off me, and he chuckled. "I was just testing you earlier." Those words made me grit my teeth in anger.
"Testing? I almost died!" I yelled, and he appeared back on the bed.
"That was the deal!" Those words made my eyes grow dark.
"Of all my beast-men, you've proven to be the most stubborn and the most heartless… you're cruel and evil. This is it. I will set you free… let's void the contract. I don't want you anymore!" I spat out in anger, but really I regretted everything, especially voiding the contract. I didn't realize when those words escaped my lips.
In the original novel, the original villainess had bought four beast-men, and the contract stated if she died, they would too… From what I read, she bought them to torture them, to vent her anger on them when Darian dismissed her. To her, they were a means of venting her anger.
But right now, I felt the air suddenly get hot, and everything began to go up in flames: green-blackish flames.
"What are you doing?" I asked, staring around in panic.
And he appeared right in front of me. "You don't want me?" His laughter echoed… and he pulled me closer.
"Master, you seem to forget one thing… till death do us part."