Chapter 89 - Not what siblings do (4) (1/2)

Chapter 89 – Not what siblings do (4)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: Dict Groiler

At that moment, all I could think about was being dwarfed by a younger boy who happened to be a little taller than I was.

I could already feel his breath hit my skin.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this, okay? Not like this.” I insisted.

Then I caught a whiff of his scent.

That’s strange. He didn’t smell one bit like the damp cell he lived in. He smelled something a little cooler, fresher…

More elegant…

He smelled like lilies.

Is this one of the main benefits of being a main character? Mentally, I shook my silly thoughts away. Plot armors rarely exist in real life.

“Like this…” he murmured.

I shuddered at the thought of it. He jerked up his face.

I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing now?

And then I felt something soft graze my neck, brushing up against my collarbone in the process…

A hot breath hit my skin.

Oh.

It was his lips. It was unmistakable. He just kissed me.

“Are you telling me we can’t do this?” he asked me again, I couldn’t help but feel more flustered.

“Wa-wait, wait!” I protested weakly. I could imagine himself rolling his eyes at me as he looked up at me, his face still hovering insanely close to my neck. Once again, I find myself drawn to his lashes, looking up at me like an innocent, naive boy.

Unconsciously, I wetted my lips in my nervousness.

“Why can’t you do it with me too? Don’t you want it?” he kept asking, “Can’t you think of any reason to do it with me? At all?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and grabbed a hold of his hand. His free hand moved behind me, keeping me in place as he held me still on the small of my back.

In this moment, I felt like I was the child instead, so naive of the ways of this world. It was like I was being reproached, as if everything I knew was wrong.

“That thing you did,” I began, “When you kissed my neck, where did you learn that from?”

“Ah, Merida described it to me before,” he explained, “ told me not to do it.”

I couldn’t help but feel my sweat drop in exasperation.

“Then why do it at all?”

Thinking about this, maybe Ricdorian was but a small child when he had Merida take care of him. As a young child, it would have been so natural for him to want to snuggle in, nuzzle his face closer than what was proper. Affection to, and from, children were always more lenient in what was proper and what wasn’t.

The problem was, now he’s older, it should have been already clear that this isn’t something he must do so casually. Hmm, if that was true, then it seems I have misunderstood Merida-ssi after all. That person has taught him well.

I cleared my throat.

“Well, you were told correctly, so, don’t do it again.” I attempted to scold him. He seemed to be mulling over his thoughts well, frowning in confusion.

I waited until he spoke up once more. I hope there won’t be any more incidents like this later on. That would be too troublesome to correct.

“Then,” he began, “You’ll come back to me again? Visit me again?” he asked, looking like the little boy he was supposed to be. I nodded at him, hoping to ease his worry, and my guilt while I’m at it.