CHAPTER 31: I WANNA DO IT, LORD DORIAN~.

While Dorian was seated at the other side of the bed, Seraphina took the opposite side, her hands on her lap with her gaze fixed on the ground.

Her cheeks were still beet red, and her eyes widened in shock at what had happened.

How was he still awake?

She made sure to wait for a good while after he stopped moving before she walked in. So why did he wake up? It’s not like he woke up during the previous ones she had done.

The fact he hadn’t said a single word right after was killing her as well. Her heart might as well fall out of her chest from the intense tension eating her from the inside.

’Please just say something; I am dying here,’ she whispered to herself, curious as to how he was going to react.

"So like—" Dorian finally spoke.

When she heard that, her face was marked with anticipation as she cocked her head to the side.

"Was there a reason you—"

"Stop!!!" Seraphina jerked up from the bed, waving her arms frantically, "I swear I didn’t try to take advantage of you while you were asleep!"

Dorian gave her a direct look, but his expression was one of suspicion.

Seraphina continued before he had a chance to respond.

"I only do this when I see you are tired; really, I kiss you only on your forehead, nowhere else!" Her face turned even more red.

"Do you do this often?" Dorian rose a bit, now fully looking at her.

When Seraphina realized she had revealed herself, she immediately covered her mouth in shame, her eyes constantly straying to the side.

"...Since when have you been doing this?"

Giving up, Seraphina moved her hand away from her face, but she still couldn’t look him in the eye. Other than the fact that her chest was beating like crazy, if she were to maintain eye contact with him, chances are she wouldn’t be able to form coherent words.

Catching herself, she began.

"L-Lord Dorian, d-do you remember, two days ago, when I told you I, uhm, I wanted to be your wife no matter what?"

"Eh?"

"Well, I—" She sniveled, the confidence to say the last part dwindling.

Eventually, she bent, covering her face once more.

"I went to a fortune teller in my hometown; she told me..." She peeked through her fingers. "If I wanted you to fall in love with me, then I should show you care when you sleep by k-kissing your head so your soul knows it’s me."

Dorian remained there, too stunned to say a word.

True, Seraphina had often come at him with the offer of marriage and whatnot, but he thought it was all business-related. She never acted shy or nervous; in fact, most of the time, she was bold and flirtatious.

Right now, she looked no different from a high school girl professing her love.

’Is this how girls are? We’ve only known each other for such a short time. Is she actually in love with me?’

He glanced at her once more, trying his best to compose himself.

For some reason, she looked even more attractive than normal.

Back when he was dating Yahoshi, she never gave him the chance to reject her. He was practically hired to be her boyfriend.

Thus, he never had to validate her feelings whatsoever. She was self-centered, so it worked best for him.

However, she was the only girl he had ever gotten intimate with, so how? How should he handle something like this?

"Don’t worry about it; it’s only a kiss," he finally responded to her. "Besides, I doubt fortunes like that work to begin with. We’ve only barely known each other, so I can—"

"Is that why you look at Maria like that and not me?"

Her words shocked Dorian a bit, mainly because he didn’t quite understand what she meant by that. But the tone she used was too serious to ignore.

"Maria?"

"Yes." Seraphina stood to her feet. "I have seen how you look at her. The villagers all say you have known each other since your early ages. Is that why you find her more attractive than me?"

"Eh? I never said—"

"Do you find me attractive, Lord Dorian?!" Seraphina took another step forward, her palm pressing against her chest.

Dorian still kept his cool, only giving the minimal reactions required.

"I mean, of course I do; any guy would find you attractive—"

"Then why do you look at me with the same eyes you view your employees? Am I not good enough? Am I doing something wrong?!"

Step.

’Same eyes as what? What is she talking about?’

"I don’t."

"I see, so what you’re saying is, you find me attractive, but I am not trying hard enough, is that it?"

Step.

’Uhn?’

Dorian, obviously bewildered, scratched the back of his head. "I’m not sure what you mean, Seraphina, but if your concern here is—".

As soon as she got in front of him, she pushed him to the bed.

"Dammit, let me finish my sentences before you interrupt me!"

"Lord Dorian—" Seraphina gazed down at him before leaning forward and taking her place at the top, her expression grave.

"You can touch it."

"Touch what?!"

She suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed it against her right boob, allowing Dorian to cop a feel.

His eyes went wide with surprise.

Dorian squeezed his hand involuntarily as he felt her exquisitely shaped, soft breasts.

"Ahhh~" With a moan, Seraphina lowered her back to bring her face closer to his.

"I didn’t say you could squeeze it," she uttered.

"You placed my hand there; what the hell was I supposed to do?"

Seraphina stayed quiet for a while, her face a compelled tomato red, her lips parted as though she was about to drool.

"You can do it again," she whispered.

Dorian, still quite shocked at the current situation, couldn’t believe Seraphina was actually throwing herself at him.

In this world, it was quite normal for nobles to marry more than one wife. Knowing this, could he actually do this and not feel guilty?

He gulped down his saliva.

Squeeze.

Once more, he clamped down on her breasts, this time with even more force.

"Ahhh!~" Seraphina groaned even more, drooling lustfully as she spit out her butt and dropped her head onto his chest.

"L-Lord Dorian~" She whimpered in his ears.

His body was suddenly filled with energy for some reason.

’Oi! oi! Oi! What’s happening right now? How did we get here?! I swear I want to stop, but—’

She rubbed her breasts again, this time for a longer period of time.

Her nipples were pressed against his hands, making it simple for him to locate her sweet spot.

Dorian continued to rub her breasts, letting her groans reverberate throughout the space.

Seraphina would arch her back whenever he grabbed her breast, her hands resting on his lap as though she were resisting the impulse to pull down his trousers.

’Dammit, why is this turning me on so much?’ Dorian thought to himself, feeling as Seraphina’s ass ground against his erection.

Suddenly, Seraphina rose up, both her hands resting on Dorian’s chest. She breathed heavily, her chest heaving up and down as she locked gazes with him.

"Lord Dorian, I—I want to do it."