Chapter 233: Chapter 233
He quickly pulled me out of there after saying such conflicting things.
I was so overwhelmed, I couldn’t even recognise where I was standing for a few long seconds of confusion.
’Y–You say that so easily!? How am I–?... Where are we?? Was this place so illuminated when we made our way here?? Nngh~! Please don’t grip my hand so tenderly!!!... ~~’
Every little thing had me lost as it all happened quickly in my bewildered state.
Not every day you hear such... Movie award-deserving lines... Much less when you are someone of my times, where expressing things this way was seen as corny... Even cringe-worthy for some...
’... I would have cringed if I heard someone be told this stuff...’ — Following a step behind him, I thought as I glanced at him confidently guiding me by the hand.
’But being who is told that...’
It’s bothering me in a whole different way that I had just..... never expected.
"....."
Gradually, I noticed how our speed diminished. We had come to a stop, and now, for some reason, all my attention was on our joined hands.
Very lightly... His fingers... They moved somehow trying to get a better grasp of mine... Maybe... Maybe out of concern that I could slip away since, even in my eyes, it seemed possible because of the size difference.
’...hehe... How funny it is to feel small...’ — I giggled at the interesting sight. Reflexively doing the same as him, grabbing him better.
"....."
"!" — But surprise came over me when we started to move again.
He pulled me to continue our path, finally reaching the concealed gate in the wall we had crossed to change locations.
I got in before him, and then, he entered the dark and cramped corner. Giving me a glimpse of the face I had not seen with clear lightning.
"!?!!!" — ’OH. MY. GOD...???!!!?!?!?!!!’
I jumped on him out of shock.
"!? La–? My Lady!?"
’What is this?! What is this!?! Oh my God!!’
My hands didn’t know what to do. They simply went to wipe the stain out of him. Conscious enough not to scratch him as I did.
’What kind of lip tint did that Moody Madame use on me!!?? His– Oh goodness!! I want to die!!’
A clear trace of my makeup was on his lips. It wasn’t a strong colour, at least not strong enough for me to notice this embarrassing sight in the dark room we... Uh.....
’Oh gosh, I can’t even say we were ma–..... makin’..o.. ut..... Hng..’
This shame was obviously showing on the outside, and with fair motive.
"..."
His hands had taken mine to stop them from my horrified attack and quietly closed the secret door so as to not be found. Procuring to open the gap he peeked out before for lightning.
"What’s wrong, My Lady?" — He whispered.
"!!!" — ’Your face! Your face is all wrong, kinky!!’
Shaking my head in horror, I told him from the deepest of my insides. So desperately I could feel my stomach yelling the words my mouth couldn’t say.
"..."
He observed me for a moment. And then glanced at my awkward fingertips that had gone to his lips out of nowhere.
"Could it be..." — Clearly aware... The b*stard smirked. — "Do I perhaps share what my Lady wears on her edges right now?"
"!!" — ’Is this funny to you?! You may look sexy, but you– A guy like you just can’t go outside when looking like that!!’
... It was destructive.
Such a handsome man that ostensibly made women gasp as he entered the Ball Room Hall, can’t go and show himself looking hotter!!
Even I feel weak by just looking at him! And there’s not even good lightning here!!
Besides...
’Don’t just lean on me! Not when I’m so conscious that... That... That the tint came from ME!!’
I recoiled in pain since he was too much of a sexy weapon.
"..."
Maybe he saw the turmoil this caused me. But in the narrow space, he rummaged through his vest and took a handkerchief out of it.
"... As it is... We should clean the trace before we go back." — Offering the delicate fabric, he suggested. — "Would you be so kind to help me, Lady Marianne?"
"..."
His soft smile made me blink in awe before taking the cloth. Agreeing since the circumstances demanded cooperation.
’Sigh... Alright. Since there’s no other way...’
Wrapping my fingers on it, I began to wipe the light pink out of his thin lips.
It was awkward (for obvious reasons) but I couldn’t focus on the awkwardness for long... Since... the d*mn thing wasn’t going off.
’What the hell!? Is this a joke??? Why was it so easy to stain him but now it resists coming off?????’
Trying harder, I couldn’t care more about who it was that I was about to tear their lips off for a whole new reason.
"... Is it not coming off?"
"!" — ’hng..... Kinky~ It’s not coming off~! What do we dooo~!?’
Pouting frustrated, I told him with a dejected nod.
Apparently, it was only to me that my force appeared strong enough to hurt him. Because the involved guy was so tranquil that it seemed as though he wasn’t even feeling any friction at my desperate wiping.
"..... Maybe..." — The man then commenced, seriously pondering on what to do. — "Maybe if we soak it..."
"...?" — ’Soak it on what?’
At the time, I couldn’t even fancy the idea he was having... And I regret it enormously...
Because now I know how innocent I can be... As well as dirty-minded.
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It was not intentionally meant to cause her to fluster.
He had seen ladies lightly licking the tip of a handkerchief to fix their lip’s shade. Therefore, the conceived suggestion was not one with hidden intentions.
She probably could not fathom the idea, for her eyes conveyed the interrogation her inner self was requiring at his words.
Therefore, Zeleskiaz decided to demonstrate instead of telling... And so, as a result, causing great impact on the woman that even attempted to back out of their obliged closeness.
"Like this..." — Taking her hand, he went to lick the peak her wrapped fingertips made. Carelessly showing a luscious sight to the imaginative woman.
"!!??!" — ’k– wa– Wha– WHAT aRE YoU DoINg!!?!’
His moist tongue did not get to touch the fabric... And casting his eyes on her bewildered ones, unaware of the real thoughts invading her, he responded purely.
"I’ve seen ladies using this method to fix their lips tint... Am I perhaps mistaken?"
".. . .." — ’ah..... right... W–we could do that... T–that’s what you were..... Oh goodness...’
The lady observed her hand, secretly ashamed of herself as she was also being judged by the truly innocent inside her.
’... It’s kinky’s fault... He could just have told me... Why go directly to lick my fingers... He obviously did it on purpose, Marianne.’ — Weary to accept the full guilt, she mistakenly accused the man. Solely wishing for her friend to halt the condemning tides towards her rushed beliefs.
Taking it upon herself, she did what he first attempted. Just as thoughtlessly as he did, for the unique character of the soul was one that took long to take notice of the impact of her impulses.
’Okay, come here, we need to take this off quickly before all of Marianne’s fan club starts searching for us... Especially the president.’
Taking his countenance, she concentrated on taking the smudged tint off of his pale skin. Barely liking the fabric as her stiff jaw permitted... Although fortunately... With more freedom to do so currently... Thanks to the secret exchange that had tainted their lips.
’Alright... It’s looking better, I think... Hmm... Let me see...’ — Thoroughly searching any spot that had been forgotten, Marianne observed the Crown Prince with a concentrated gaze as her hand held his chin...
So naturally... That the man was secretly in awe at how the woman behaved so collected.
"....."
’Alright! You’re done, kinky. Now you just look handsome. Not sexy handsome... Nono, that’s wrong. You always look sexy handsome, but now you don’t look the "Have my child" kind of sexy handsome.’ — Acting foolish to get the right feeling the man gave, the young woman satisfyingly gave an end to the requested help in a determined nod.
"Am I presentable now?"
’Heh, the hell you are. I just saved your lineage with this, kinky. You better behave now to show appreciation~’ — Proud, light nods of reassurance were given.
"Thank you, My Lady."
’My~ don’t mind it, handsome~... This is partly my fault... But, again, I won’t say it.’
"Then..." — Taking the cloth off her hand he commenced. — "Let me take care of yours."
"....." — ’.... You what?’
"My Lady’s... You also need to cleanse your edges a tad..."
"!!"
The red emerged fast in her face.
"... I– I am sorry, my Lady... I was... I was thoughtless..." — Also ashamed, the Prince apologized.
’No! You’re not thoughtless anymore!! You’re just horny, bruh!!! D*mn it! So I also have it all over...!?!!....nnn~..... Gosh! AaaaAagGh~!! Kinky, pleaAaSeEeeE~!! Take a hold of those cravings for crying out loud!!!’
Troubled the woman did not know where to look as her body desired to shrink from embarrassment.
On her insides, a greatly conflicted tantrum was ongoing. And her eyes became teary from the wave of turmoil... for she had cognition of herself.
One she refused to admit... For it was about the source behind her readiness when letting the man follow those desires every time.
Marianne also... shared some lust for him... Yet she desperately needed to shut down those desires to some point. Ultimately, refusing to acknowledge their truth.
’Ugh!... I’ll go crazy... And you’re not helping my sanity, Hot Male Lead...’
The child whined. Blaming the man that made her feel ever so different.