58 You Make Me Feel Like Lamb (1/2)

Although she posed as a prince and acted in a brash and arrogant manner, Nils was after all a sheltered teenaged princess with little experience of the world. Konrad's retort took her by surprise, her cheeks were flushed red, and she didn't know what to say.

So she did the only thing she thought sensible in such a situation.

”Help! Help! I'm being harassed by a lecher! Help!”

She cried for help.

”Are you that eager to reveal your assets to the world?”

Konrad's words brought her back to earth, reminding her that getting help in the current situation wasn't such a good idea.

”Hum…okay, I will trust you…but please don't take too much advantage of me. Also, stop bullying me…”

Once again, Konrad was speechless. Where was the military discipline and might that girl initially displayed? Was it just a decoy? Or did getting exposed force out the ”dainty lady” side of her?

”Alright, I promise not to take too much advantage of you.”

”Promise?”

”Promise.”

”Ok…”

Nils' struggle ended, and she closed her eyes to wait for the impending ”offense.”

Seeing her body tense up, Konrad couldn't help but let out a mild chuckle.

”Why are you laughing?”

”Nothing, I just find you very cute.”

He then unstrapped the cloth covering her chest and placed a soft kiss above her right breast where the wound resided. The same soothing force spread from his lips, causing tingling warmth to tease Nils from the inside.

”Anh…damn, why does it have to feel so good?”

She writhed against the tree, fighting the growing urge to press him harder against her chest as her heart furiously beat against his lips.

But when she was finally unable to resist, Konrad's lips left her breast, ending the magic, and causing a sense of loss and emptiness to fill her belly.

”Why is your work so fast? Can't you learn to take your time and not end things prematurely?”

”You're healed. What else do you want me to do? It's starting to feel like you're the one taking advantage of me and not the other way around.”

He shrugged while wiping off the blood from his lips, and intensifying her shame.

”Hum, hum. Stop tooting your own horn. Who wants to take advantage of you? I was just…hum…confused for a bit.”

She tied the cloth around her chest, fixed her robe, and after making sure her two wounds no longer had any issue, stood up.

”Thank you again for all your help. If there is something I can do to repay you, I won't hesitate.”

Her serious, straightforward tone left no room for doubt.

”Koloman is still alive. If you want to do something for me, don't report him to anyone. Your family included.”

Confusion flashed within her eyes.

”Why not kill him? If you don't get rid of him today, he will bite you with twice the might tomorrow!”

”Don't worry. I have other plans for him. Just do me this favor, alright?”

Konrad had risen from the ground to stand at her front. His eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her feel oppressed.

Subconsciously, she took three steps backward.

”Alright, alright. Just stop staring at me like that…”

”Like what?”

”Like a wolf…you make me feel like a lamb…”

What an honest reply. Hearing it, Konrad couldn't help but flash a wolfish grin and stride toward her.

As he advanced, she retroceded, until her back pressed the tree and he cornered her with his arms. Anxiety filled her in a heartbeat.

”What…what are you doing?”

She stammered. Konrad's face drew increasingly closer to hers while his arms and proximity left her little room for escape.

”Debating whether to eat you or not.”

”Ah! Hel-”

But before she could finish, Konrad silenced her with his lips. His warm tongue dived into her mouth, and in that electrifying instant, she forgot her cultivation.

The world fell into a deathly silence where even the sound of breeze became inaudible. Konrad pulled her from the tree, bringing her into his arms to trap her within his strong embrace.

Taken off-guard and overwhelmed by sensations she'd never experienced beforehand; Nils didn't know what to do.

Therefore, she did nothing, letting his lips toy with hers and his tongue assail hers. Her heart beat erratically, drumming against his chest in a thundering concerto that echoed her wild, wavering emotions.

But then she snapped out of it, bit his lips and shoved him away.

”How dare you be this impolite to the emperor's daughter? Are you tired of living? Unruly lecher!”

She fumed. Blood trailed from Konrad's lower lip, but the wound itself was already healing due to his innate self-regeneration abilities.