When I blocked his hand, Belled's intention to tickle me with his mouth was clear.
My face completely burned, and I turned my body slightly. Then, his lips dug in more boldly.
"Hmm."
In the silent room, I looked back at Belled.
He released me from his arms just long enough for me to look back at him, but when I looked up at him, he held me tightly again.
The heat that had no place to escape was trapped between our bodies.
“...Belled.”
I let out a small sigh. It was a breath that failed to erase the heat that had risen.
Belled laughed softly.
“Yes.”
My eyes narrowed involuntarily at the voice that sounded almost shameless.
“I almost got in trouble.”
Belled asked back without blinking.
“That priest, or Beryl?”
Both of us...! My face eventually turned bright red.
“Um, in times like this... not really."
Belled suddenly asked me.
“Are you uncomfortable in places like this?”
I was speechless at those words.
Was it because of his teaching to be true to one’s desires? Or was it because of the thrilling, strange, addictive pleasure he gave me every time?
I couldn’t say that it was uncomfortable, that I didn’t like it.
No, actually...
I couldn’t say that I might want it. If it weren’t for Cladda, I would have willingly fallen into his hands.
I let out a voice I had been trying to suppress.
“Then how about this?”
At that moment, Belled gently released me from his embrace. And before the heat trapped between us could even be released, he kissed my shoulder.
Sigh.
The lips that had made a sweet sound slid down. My collarbone, hidden by my clothes, was slightly revealed.
As my clothes became disheveled, I unconsciously grabbed his waist tightly.
“...It’s for a banquet, right?”
It would be a problem if it became disheveled.
Belled laughed softly as if he had heard that comment. Then he suddenly leaned down.
“?”
In the brief moment that I blinked, his arm dug behind my knee. His other hand was firmly supporting my back.
“Ah...!”
The next moment, my vision suddenly rose upward. His gaze met mine, who was suddenly in his arms.
“Have you forgotten that we had our clothes tailored together?”
As he said that, he went into the room. He could see a soft sofa, probably used as a reception room. Belled laid me down on it and looked at me.
“...Of course, I would have forgotten.”
It was only a short time ago.
Belled’s smile deepened at those words.
“Then you know that I know a lot about your clothes.”
I blinked at those words.
A mischievous hand tickled my collarbone, then dug into my back.
“...!”
His arm dug into my slightly raised waist without me knowing it.
“Ah.”
Beled leaned closer to me, who was half-lying on the sofa. The voice whispering in his ear was hot.
“I think I know enough about your body.”
Isn’t that right? He asked me that and bit my ear.
“...!”
My hand tried to hold onto the sofa tightly. However, Belled’s other hand dug gently underneath it.
Thanks to that, what I was holding onto was his warm hand.
“Would you like to try it?”
I should have said no.
I couldn’t answer the words whispered thickly.
Thump.
Unlike Cladda, the demons of Vine would have quietly closed the door, but the sound of the door closing was particularly loud.
It might have been because there were only two people left in the room.
However, I didn’t have time to care about that.
“Ah...!”
Because he had pressed his body against me as if he had read my mind.
The feeling of his knee touching my sensitive, hot spot was vivid.
And as if he had felt that heat too, he smiled as if he had heard the answer.
“Fortunately, there’s still some time left until the banquet.”
Before I could say anything, Belled’s lips took my breath away.
“...!”
The soft sofa that had received the weight rang out a heavy sound instead of my barely suppressing her voice.
Sweet sounds and rich sounds penetrated between us.
Time passed quickly until the main banquet of Orobas.
My face completely burned, and I turned my body slightly. Then, his lips dug in more boldly.
"Hmm."
I let out a short breath. Still, he didn't get any closer.
However, I suddenly felt regretful about that, and couldn't understand myself.
How much on earth... How much on earth...
How much... night, if I had been looking forward to something like that...!
Belled grabbed my hand, who didn't know what to do.
As if telling me to do what I was doing.
He was a person who would pick up and put down people several times in an instant. I finally let out a breath and said,
"Have you cleared up the misunderstanding?"
"...Yes."
Cladda was shaking one of his feet, which was wearing a priest's shoe. As if he wanted to run away from this place at any moment.
And I had no intention of holding him back either.
“Still, please continue to work.”
I gestured.
“I’ll clean up this place, so you can go out.”
“Yes, yes!”
As soon as I gave permission, Cladda dashed out of the room.
Bam!
The door closed somewhat roughly.
“..."
However, I suddenly felt regretful about that, and couldn't understand myself.
How much on earth... How much on earth...
How much... night, if I had been looking forward to something like that...!
Belled grabbed my hand, who didn't know what to do.
As if telling me to do what I was doing.
He was a person who would pick up and put down people several times in an instant. I finally let out a breath and said,
"Have you cleared up the misunderstanding?"
"...Yes."
Cladda was shaking one of his feet, which was wearing a priest's shoe. As if he wanted to run away from this place at any moment.
And I had no intention of holding him back either.
“Still, please continue to work.”
I gestured.
“I’ll clean up this place, so you can go out.”
“Yes, yes!”
As soon as I gave permission, Cladda dashed out of the room.
Bam!
The door closed somewhat roughly.
“..."
In the silent room, I looked back at Belled.
He released me from his arms just long enough for me to look back at him, but when I looked up at him, he held me tightly again.
The heat that had no place to escape was trapped between our bodies.
“...Belled.”
I let out a small sigh. It was a breath that failed to erase the heat that had risen.
Belled laughed softly.
“Yes.”
My eyes narrowed involuntarily at the voice that sounded almost shameless.
“I almost got in trouble.”
Belled asked back without blinking.
“That priest, or Beryl?”
Both of us...! My face eventually turned bright red.
“Um, in times like this... not really."
Belled suddenly asked me.
“Are you uncomfortable in places like this?”
I was speechless at those words.
Was it because of his teaching to be true to one’s desires? Or was it because of the thrilling, strange, addictive pleasure he gave me every time?
I couldn’t say that it was uncomfortable, that I didn’t like it.
No, actually...
I couldn’t say that I might want it. If it weren’t for Cladda, I would have willingly fallen into his hands.
I let out a voice I had been trying to suppress.
“Then how about this?”
At that moment, Belled gently released me from his embrace. And before the heat trapped between us could even be released, he kissed my shoulder.
Sigh.
The lips that had made a sweet sound slid down. My collarbone, hidden by my clothes, was slightly revealed.
As my clothes became disheveled, I unconsciously grabbed his waist tightly.
“...It’s for a banquet, right?”
It would be a problem if it became disheveled.
Belled laughed softly as if he had heard that comment. Then he suddenly leaned down.
“?”
In the brief moment that I blinked, his arm dug behind my knee. His other hand was firmly supporting my back.
“Ah...!”
The next moment, my vision suddenly rose upward. His gaze met mine, who was suddenly in his arms.
“Have you forgotten that we had our clothes tailored together?”
As he said that, he went into the room. He could see a soft sofa, probably used as a reception room. Belled laid me down on it and looked at me.
“...Of course, I would have forgotten.”
It was only a short time ago.
Belled’s smile deepened at those words.
“Then you know that I know a lot about your clothes.”
I blinked at those words.
A mischievous hand tickled my collarbone, then dug into my back.
“...!”
His arm dug into my slightly raised waist without me knowing it.
“Ah.”
Beled leaned closer to me, who was half-lying on the sofa. The voice whispering in his ear was hot.
“I think I know enough about your body.”
Isn’t that right? He asked me that and bit my ear.
“...!”
My hand tried to hold onto the sofa tightly. However, Belled’s other hand dug gently underneath it.
Thanks to that, what I was holding onto was his warm hand.
“Would you like to try it?”
I should have said no.
I couldn’t answer the words whispered thickly.
Thump.
Unlike Cladda, the demons of Vine would have quietly closed the door, but the sound of the door closing was particularly loud.
It might have been because there were only two people left in the room.
However, I didn’t have time to care about that.
“Ah...!”
Because he had pressed his body against me as if he had read my mind.
The feeling of his knee touching my sensitive, hot spot was vivid.
And as if he had felt that heat too, he smiled as if he had heard the answer.
“Fortunately, there’s still some time left until the banquet.”
Before I could say anything, Belled’s lips took my breath away.
“...!”
The soft sofa that had received the weight rang out a heavy sound instead of my barely suppressing her voice.
Sweet sounds and rich sounds penetrated between us.
Time passed quickly until the main banquet of Orobas.
***
It is said that demons enjoy stimulation and thrills, but that was only when it was not really dangerous.
“Huh.”
Ronove, who had barely caught his breath, returned to the VIP room of the Vine family and let out the breath he had been holding.
He almost got caught.
If it weren’t for the wit of the Visionary, he would have been caught right away. If that had happened, he would have been punished as a demon in an instant.
Of course, it wasn’t that he, a high-ranking demon, couldn’t subdue one Cladda.
There were just too many priests, paladins, and human knights who would rush in after him.
Besides, if Vine had been investigated in this place because of Ronove, a serious accident would have occurred.
“...”
Except for Belled in the middle of the battlefield.
Belled’s appearance, dominating the entire battlefield, made him never think of defeat. His master was the one who guided him forward without looking back.
It was natural that a significant portion of that trust came from Belled’s great power.
However, Beryl was different. She certainly possessed great magical power, but she was not able to wield it.
It was a story that said that for belligerent demons, their combat power, which was the most important priority in determining the ranking, converged too.
Nevertheless, Ronove felt secure on his back. He was confident that as long as she was in front of him, he would not be in trouble.
At that moment, she had taken over the room, the battlefield.
“...”
It was an amazing control. He looked back at the door with new eyes.
Unlike before, his eyes were filled with a little more respect.
That was when.
“Lord Ronove?”
Ratley walked in from outside. It seemed like he had something to report. Of course, since there were no two owners here, the form of the report was free.
“The basement is noisy. It seems the holy water is gone.”
“Huh.”
Ronove, who had barely caught his breath, returned to the VIP room of the Vine family and let out the breath he had been holding.
He almost got caught.
If it weren’t for the wit of the Visionary, he would have been caught right away. If that had happened, he would have been punished as a demon in an instant.
Of course, it wasn’t that he, a high-ranking demon, couldn’t subdue one Cladda.
There were just too many priests, paladins, and human knights who would rush in after him.
Besides, if Vine had been investigated in this place because of Ronove, a serious accident would have occurred.
“...”
He thought of Beryl, who stood her ground despite the awkwardness of her performance.
Ronove was a strong demon, usually leading the way with his back to the others, so it was one of the few times he'd seen her back to him.
Belled’s appearance, dominating the entire battlefield, made him never think of defeat. His master was the one who guided him forward without looking back.
It was natural that a significant portion of that trust came from Belled’s great power.
However, Beryl was different. She certainly possessed great magical power, but she was not able to wield it.
It was a story that said that for belligerent demons, their combat power, which was the most important priority in determining the ranking, converged too.
Nevertheless, Ronove felt secure on his back. He was confident that as long as she was in front of him, he would not be in trouble.
At that moment, she had taken over the room, the battlefield.
“...”
It was an amazing control. He looked back at the door with new eyes.
Unlike before, his eyes were filled with a little more respect.
That was when.
“Lord Ronove?”
Ratley walked in from outside. It seemed like he had something to report. Of course, since there were no two owners here, the form of the report was free.
“The basement is noisy. It seems the holy water is gone.”
It seemed that the knight who heard the information had acted properly. Ronove nodded, brushing back his purple hair.
“What about the monster coming?”
“Naberus is watching from a distance.”
Ronove nodded.
“Then I guess we just have to hurry up and prepare for the banquet for you two.”
“Then I will deliver it to you.”
Ratley turned around. Ronove instinctively grabbed him.
It was because he remembered the unusual atmosphere between the two when he left the room last.
“I will go later.”
At the main banquet, Duke Orobas would try to prove his divinity.
However, since the holy water was gone, his expression, his despair, and confusion must have been quite appetizing.
It was when he raised the corners of his lips.
“I will deliver it to Master quickly. There’s no time.”
Ratley tried to leave again. Ronove didn’t even look at him and just held onto his arm with strength.
“If I tell you not to go, don’t go. That’s an order.”
“?”
Ratley, who did not stay at the mansion often, did not know why he did so.
It was only later that Ratley learned that if he had approached the room where the two masters were, his neck would have been in danger.
“What about the monster coming?”
“Naberus is watching from a distance.”
Ronove nodded.
“Then I guess we just have to hurry up and prepare for the banquet for you two.”
“Then I will deliver it to you.”
Ratley turned around. Ronove instinctively grabbed him.
It was because he remembered the unusual atmosphere between the two when he left the room last.
“I will go later.”
At the main banquet, Duke Orobas would try to prove his divinity.
However, since the holy water was gone, his expression, his despair, and confusion must have been quite appetizing.
It was when he raised the corners of his lips.
“I will deliver it to Master quickly. There’s no time.”
Ratley tried to leave again. Ronove didn’t even look at him and just held onto his arm with strength.
“If I tell you not to go, don’t go. That’s an order.”
“?”
Ratley, who did not stay at the mansion often, did not know why he did so.
It was only later that Ratley learned that if he had approached the room where the two masters were, his neck would have been in danger.
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