032. Strange Invasion
“I found the most famous bar here.”
He started walking ahead, not knowing whether he knew how Emilia felt or not.
“Look for ‘Elver’. They’re having a special event today. They’re giving out free drinks to first-time customers. Let’s go.”
The two of them started wandering around every nook and cranny of the alley.
In a few minutes, they arrived at their destination. The wooden sign in front of the entrance read exactly 'Elver'.
They carefully descended the narrow stairs. Despite the shabby exterior, the interior was splendid and bustling.
It was as wide as a ballroom in a noble residence, and the thumping music naturally lifted the mood. On one side, people were dancing. Laughter was heard without stopping.
“Really... are you going in?!”
Emilia almost screamed. Hardius jumped in without hesitation.
After looking around a few times, Hardius walked straight to the bar and ordered a beer. The bar owner, who was as arrogant as Uncle Beppy, looked Hardius up and down for a moment and made a sullen expression. Emilia was nervous that they might get into trouble.
When Hardius said something to him, the master suddenly burst into laughter. The master turned around and filled the glass with alcohol. Having succeeded in receiving the alcohol, Hardius returned straight to Emilia.
There were two glasses on the table. One of them had a dried flower petal floating in it. A yellow flower petal floating in a pond of pitch-black beer.
Emilia was speechless for a moment.
“What on earth did you say?”
Hardius shrugged without answering and gulped down the glass in his hand. Emilia's eyes never left his throat as he swallowed the beer. Strangely, she felt nauseous.
“This is my first time drinking alcohol.”
“It’s okay. Even if you’re drunk and a total wreck, I’ll get you home safely.”
“Do you drink often, Master?”
“Not often.”
Hardius created a dimple on one cheek.
Her jaw clenched, and she felt suffocated. Unlike her, who was still unconscious, he seemed completely unfazed.
Emilia tried hard to remain calm. In the meantime, Hardius bought a new pint of beer.
“Is it okay to drink like that? It seems really strong...”
Emilia looked at her glass with concern, even though she hadn't taken a sip yet.
“Don’t worry. I won’t get drunk and have you ride on my back.”
Hardius smiled mischievously and shook his beer mug lightly, leaving only foam on it.
This is really weird. Why am I like this...?
Emilia frowned and pressed her hand against her rumbling lower stomach.
“Where does it hurt?”
“Oh, no.”
The blue eyes that had been avoiding the man's gaze turned back to the beer.
Ah, I don't know. She grabbed the heavy glass with both hands and brought it to her lips. She gulped, barely taking a sip, but "Ugh." Her face distorted.
“It’s too bitter.”
“It’s disappointing. Look over there.”
There was a woman whom Hardius had pointed. With her cleavage exposed, she had just put down the beer mug she had just emptied and was reaching for a new mug.
The next moment, Emilia's eyes widened. She had never expected it, but the woman had actually drunk a huge amount of beer in an instant without stopping. Cheers of "Wow!" could be heard here and there.
“You’re a little different from everyone else.”
Hardius grumbled.
Emilia's hands tightened, and her useless anger was rekindled.
She took a deep breath, then brought the glass to her lips as if nothing had happened. Then she began to sip.
The bitter taste was fleeting. At some point, a cool and refreshing sensation rose to the tip of her tongue.
Although she couldn't empty it all at once like a woman, Emilia drank all that alcohol in several gulps. Hardius opened his eyes in surprise.
“Oh!”
“Hey, I'm pretty good too?”
She even got a small cheer from the person next to her.
"Are you okay?"
Hardius was now looking worried. Emilia shrugged her shoulders and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t get drunk and end up on your back.” She imitated his words.
Hardius laughed. The liveliness on his usually indifferent face made Emilia feel dizzy.
Suddenly, she became playful. She put down her glass and turned her head here and there as if searching for something. Then, for a moment, her eyes lit up.
“Look over there. That’s what a really normal man would do...”
This time, it wasn't a woman, but a man. A handsome, muscular man.
She just chose him because he was a good drinker, but he happened to have his top off.
She was even more surprised by the naked body of a stranger, but she pretended to be calm and pointed at him.
“You’re a little different from everyone else.”
Hardius chuckled as if he were quite satisfied. But as if he was feeling suffocated, he unbuttoned one of the buttons on his shirt that was tightly around his neck.
Emilia tried not to look through the gap in his shirt.
“Your taste is more low-class than I thought.”
He spoke teasingly, resting one arm on the armrest. The man leaned awkwardly, his two eyes wandering languidly over Emilia.
It felt strange to be naked in front of a man. Emilia pretended to shrug her shoulders and deliberately looked at the muscular man one more time.
“You didn’t know?”
The man was no longer drinking. He lifted up the woman next to him and led her to the middle of the hall. People were mingling and dancing wildly.
It wasn't a waltz, or a quadrille, or anything. It was a messy dance, with men and women mingling and stamping their feet here and there. There, the man took his woman's hand and started dancing.
Hardius, who had been staring at it for a while, suddenly stood up.
“Don’t forget, you were the one who provoked me.”
He extended his hand to Emilia. Emilia took his hand without hesitation. On the other hand, there was a hint of resignation mixed in.
So what if it's a dream that will disappear in vain? Even so, it'll only last a day. She doesn't have the strength left to resist anyway...
A place where only passion rages without any pretense, the two people willingly jumped into it.
The dozens of people dancing were already extremely drunk, and the beat was so fast that they almost had to jump.
“It’s so... fast!”
Emilia was terrified at the speed that seemed like it would send her flying, but she kicked her feet hard, just in case she lost.
Thud!
Every time she kicked, she flew high into the sky. She didn't feel anxious. The man's arm supporting her waist was so strong.
The accordion melody reached its climax. The movements also became faster and faster.
Her breathing is ragged. Sweat is pouring down her body. Her heart feels like it's going to burst. The man's gaze, looking down at Emilia, is also becoming increasingly harsh and hot.
The music reached its peak. Thump, thump, the sound of stamping feet, cheering, people jumping wildly. In the middle of it all, Hardius suddenly stopped.
Emilia flinched like a rabbit whose ears had been grabbed.
That's what instinct is. It's something you learn naturally without anyone teaching you.
Although she didn't know anything, she did know why he suddenly stopped and why the man's eyes were glaring at her.
As if to spur the stopped couple on, someone passed by and tapped Emilia on the back. The man's and woman’s bodies were pushed in the same direction, pressed tightly together.
Hands collided with hands, chests with chests, thighs with thighs, creating strange sparks. Silver-gray eyes, pressed to their limits, stared down at the flushed face.
There was no wariness or distrust in their gazes towards each other. Only fiery passion, excitement, and curiosity.
Hardius completely trapped Emilia between his body and the wall. Then, the man’s face slowly lowered. Unable to bear it, Emilia turned her head to the side. However, the man’s hand grabbed her chin and turned it back towards her.
Unlike her eyes, which were turned away, her lips were pointed straight at him. The clean man's breath was getting closer and closer.
“That, that’s enough...”
It was no use. The man's lips gently lowered and began to gently suck, covering the moist mucous membrane.
A shocking sensation shook Emilia. The lump that had been throbbing in her lower abdomen began to grow hot and engulf her entire body.
The act of light biting and licking gradually became deeper. Something slippery entered her mouth as she weakly opened it.
A man's tongue. An unfamiliar invasion that she had never imagined. The moment his tongue flexibly inserted, Emilia gasped as if she was going to faint. She couldn't breathe as if her lungs were filled with water.
Unable to bear it any longer, Emilia shut her eyes tightly. She responded to his knocking, forgetting to say no.
Hardius was rough and persistent. He grabbed the back of Emilia’s head and, adjusting the angle, he ravaged Emilia’s mouth to his heart’s content. Their tongues tangled and their saliva mixed.
For what seemed like an eternity, Emilia was completely mangled.
When Hardius pulled away from her tongue, Emilia could barely breathe and covered her mouth with her hand.
Her legs were shaking. Her whole body was shaking like an aspen tree, making it difficult to stand.
Hardius stared at her intently. Without a single flaw, calm and detached.
“I found the most famous bar here.”
He started walking ahead, not knowing whether he knew how Emilia felt or not.
“Look for ‘Elver’. They’re having a special event today. They’re giving out free drinks to first-time customers. Let’s go.”
The two of them started wandering around every nook and cranny of the alley.
In a few minutes, they arrived at their destination. The wooden sign in front of the entrance read exactly 'Elver'.
They carefully descended the narrow stairs. Despite the shabby exterior, the interior was splendid and bustling.
It was as wide as a ballroom in a noble residence, and the thumping music naturally lifted the mood. On one side, people were dancing. Laughter was heard without stopping.
“Really... are you going in?!”
Emilia almost screamed. Hardius jumped in without hesitation.
After looking around a few times, Hardius walked straight to the bar and ordered a beer. The bar owner, who was as arrogant as Uncle Beppy, looked Hardius up and down for a moment and made a sullen expression. Emilia was nervous that they might get into trouble.
When Hardius said something to him, the master suddenly burst into laughter. The master turned around and filled the glass with alcohol. Having succeeded in receiving the alcohol, Hardius returned straight to Emilia.
There were two glasses on the table. One of them had a dried flower petal floating in it. A yellow flower petal floating in a pond of pitch-black beer.
Emilia was speechless for a moment.
“What on earth did you say?”
Hardius shrugged without answering and gulped down the glass in his hand. Emilia's eyes never left his throat as he swallowed the beer. Strangely, she felt nauseous.
“This is my first time drinking alcohol.”
“It’s okay. Even if you’re drunk and a total wreck, I’ll get you home safely.”
“Do you drink often, Master?”
“Not often.”
Hardius created a dimple on one cheek.
Her jaw clenched, and she felt suffocated. Unlike her, who was still unconscious, he seemed completely unfazed.
Emilia tried hard to remain calm. In the meantime, Hardius bought a new pint of beer.
“Is it okay to drink like that? It seems really strong...”
Emilia looked at her glass with concern, even though she hadn't taken a sip yet.
“Don’t worry. I won’t get drunk and have you ride on my back.”
Hardius smiled mischievously and shook his beer mug lightly, leaving only foam on it.
This is really weird. Why am I like this...?
Emilia frowned and pressed her hand against her rumbling lower stomach.
“Where does it hurt?”
“Oh, no.”
The blue eyes that had been avoiding the man's gaze turned back to the beer.
Ah, I don't know. She grabbed the heavy glass with both hands and brought it to her lips. She gulped, barely taking a sip, but "Ugh." Her face distorted.
“It’s too bitter.”
“It’s disappointing. Look over there.”
There was a woman whom Hardius had pointed. With her cleavage exposed, she had just put down the beer mug she had just emptied and was reaching for a new mug.
The next moment, Emilia's eyes widened. She had never expected it, but the woman had actually drunk a huge amount of beer in an instant without stopping. Cheers of "Wow!" could be heard here and there.
“You’re a little different from everyone else.”
Hardius grumbled.
Emilia's hands tightened, and her useless anger was rekindled.
She took a deep breath, then brought the glass to her lips as if nothing had happened. Then she began to sip.
The bitter taste was fleeting. At some point, a cool and refreshing sensation rose to the tip of her tongue.
Although she couldn't empty it all at once like a woman, Emilia drank all that alcohol in several gulps. Hardius opened his eyes in surprise.
“Oh!”
“Hey, I'm pretty good too?”
She even got a small cheer from the person next to her.
"Are you okay?"
Hardius was now looking worried. Emilia shrugged her shoulders and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t get drunk and end up on your back.” She imitated his words.
Hardius laughed. The liveliness on his usually indifferent face made Emilia feel dizzy.
Suddenly, she became playful. She put down her glass and turned her head here and there as if searching for something. Then, for a moment, her eyes lit up.
“Look over there. That’s what a really normal man would do...”
This time, it wasn't a woman, but a man. A handsome, muscular man.
She just chose him because he was a good drinker, but he happened to have his top off.
She was even more surprised by the naked body of a stranger, but she pretended to be calm and pointed at him.
“You’re a little different from everyone else.”
Hardius chuckled as if he were quite satisfied. But as if he was feeling suffocated, he unbuttoned one of the buttons on his shirt that was tightly around his neck.
Emilia tried not to look through the gap in his shirt.
“Your taste is more low-class than I thought.”
He spoke teasingly, resting one arm on the armrest. The man leaned awkwardly, his two eyes wandering languidly over Emilia.
It felt strange to be naked in front of a man. Emilia pretended to shrug her shoulders and deliberately looked at the muscular man one more time.
“You didn’t know?”
The man was no longer drinking. He lifted up the woman next to him and led her to the middle of the hall. People were mingling and dancing wildly.
It wasn't a waltz, or a quadrille, or anything. It was a messy dance, with men and women mingling and stamping their feet here and there. There, the man took his woman's hand and started dancing.
Hardius, who had been staring at it for a while, suddenly stood up.
“Don’t forget, you were the one who provoked me.”
He extended his hand to Emilia. Emilia took his hand without hesitation. On the other hand, there was a hint of resignation mixed in.
So what if it's a dream that will disappear in vain? Even so, it'll only last a day. She doesn't have the strength left to resist anyway...
A place where only passion rages without any pretense, the two people willingly jumped into it.
The dozens of people dancing were already extremely drunk, and the beat was so fast that they almost had to jump.
“It’s so... fast!”
Emilia was terrified at the speed that seemed like it would send her flying, but she kicked her feet hard, just in case she lost.
Thud!
Every time she kicked, she flew high into the sky. She didn't feel anxious. The man's arm supporting her waist was so strong.
The accordion melody reached its climax. The movements also became faster and faster.
Her breathing is ragged. Sweat is pouring down her body. Her heart feels like it's going to burst. The man's gaze, looking down at Emilia, is also becoming increasingly harsh and hot.
The music reached its peak. Thump, thump, the sound of stamping feet, cheering, people jumping wildly. In the middle of it all, Hardius suddenly stopped.
Emilia flinched like a rabbit whose ears had been grabbed.
That's what instinct is. It's something you learn naturally without anyone teaching you.
Although she didn't know anything, she did know why he suddenly stopped and why the man's eyes were glaring at her.
As if to spur the stopped couple on, someone passed by and tapped Emilia on the back. The man's and woman’s bodies were pushed in the same direction, pressed tightly together.
Hands collided with hands, chests with chests, thighs with thighs, creating strange sparks. Silver-gray eyes, pressed to their limits, stared down at the flushed face.
There was no wariness or distrust in their gazes towards each other. Only fiery passion, excitement, and curiosity.
Hardius completely trapped Emilia between his body and the wall. Then, the man’s face slowly lowered. Unable to bear it, Emilia turned her head to the side. However, the man’s hand grabbed her chin and turned it back towards her.
Unlike her eyes, which were turned away, her lips were pointed straight at him. The clean man's breath was getting closer and closer.
“That, that’s enough...”
It was no use. The man's lips gently lowered and began to gently suck, covering the moist mucous membrane.
A shocking sensation shook Emilia. The lump that had been throbbing in her lower abdomen began to grow hot and engulf her entire body.
The act of light biting and licking gradually became deeper. Something slippery entered her mouth as she weakly opened it.
A man's tongue. An unfamiliar invasion that she had never imagined. The moment his tongue flexibly inserted, Emilia gasped as if she was going to faint. She couldn't breathe as if her lungs were filled with water.
Unable to bear it any longer, Emilia shut her eyes tightly. She responded to his knocking, forgetting to say no.
Hardius was rough and persistent. He grabbed the back of Emilia’s head and, adjusting the angle, he ravaged Emilia’s mouth to his heart’s content. Their tongues tangled and their saliva mixed.
For what seemed like an eternity, Emilia was completely mangled.
When Hardius pulled away from her tongue, Emilia could barely breathe and covered her mouth with her hand.
Her legs were shaking. Her whole body was shaking like an aspen tree, making it difficult to stand.
Hardius stared at her intently. Without a single flaw, calm and detached.
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