Despite having claimed earlier that he had never done this before, he spoke like someone who was thoroughly experienced.
His face carried such a sultry air that anyone who didn’t know the inside story would have been completely deceived.
“If you don’t understand, I’ll teach you with my body.”
Lucas’s hands were fast.
Before I could even tell him to stop, he pulled my waist flush against him, slipped his thigh between my legs, and subtly rubbed against me.
I clenched my teeth against the pleasant stimulation applied just right.
“Cut out this madness right now.”
“But you like it. It’s getting bigger down here, you know?”
Fearing I might let out a sound, I bit my lip.
I had no idea why my body was reacting completely contrary to my mind.
Lucas curved his eyes into a smile and licked his lips with his tongue.
“What are you so afraid of? If you want to insert it into me, you’re free to do so.”
The words struck me like a bucket of ice water, snapping my mind wide awake.
This was insane.
That was out of the question.
Absolutely not.
‘You’re going to kidnap and rape me later out of revenge.’
In the dream novel, Lucas paid me back by doing the exact same things I had done to him before killing me.
Though the actual murder scene hadn’t appeared yet, he was definitely going to kill me.
Even from my own perspective, I had done things that warranted death.
If so, how on earth did the current Lucas intend to enact his revenge on me through this?
“N-no! Absolutely not that!”
“Pardon?”
“I—I must! Without fail! I have to be the one on the bottom!”
I yelled it out first.
I didn’t want to follow the exact same progression as the novel.
I felt like doing so would bring me one step closer to my demise.
Looking entirely bewildered by my outburst, Lucas nodded with a skeptical expression.
“Yes. Alright, I understand. I’ll do as you wish. So I just need to insert it into you, Count?”
Huh? How did the conversation pivot to that?
Wearing a benevolent expression as if he were humoring me, Lucas patted my utterly perplexed face and guided me down onto the bed.
By the time I snapped out of it, Lucas had climbed on top of me and was undoing the buttons of my shirt.
I hurriedly shouted, “Wait a minute!”
“What is it now? You insisted you absolutely have to be on the bottom and that I have to be the one inserting it. I’m doing exactly that for you, so what’s the issue this time?”
Lucas furrowed his brow, looking thoroughly annoyed now.
“No, what I mean is! Why do we even have to do this?!”
“Count…….”
Lucas looked down at me with an expression of pure pity, as if he had never encountered such an idiot in his entire life.
Who was the real idiot here?
He was the driven idiot who only had sex on his mind, yet he was the one looking at me with pity.
“You keep cursing at me with your eyes, don’t you?”
“There is no way.”
“You just thought I was a fool.”
“Oh.”
This time, his gaze filled with genuine surprise.
It was a look that seemed to realize, ‘Ah, so he isn’t a complete fool.’
For a split second, I wanted to smack him.
“But… it’s just that you strictly emphasized you had to be on the bottom, Count, only to look shocked right after as if you completely forgot your own words…….”
“That’s… well, yes. I do… I do have to be on the bottom, but…….”
If I were to insert it into Lucas, he would kidnap me and enact his revenge later.
But if Lucas were to insert it into me, would he forgo his revenge…?
‘No matter what happens, I feel like he’s going to seek revenge anyway.’
Even if I were the one underneath, he would probably find a way to retaliate, claiming his own body had been defiled.
Furthermore, even though he was acting so aggressively right now, how could I truly know if he genuinely wanted this?
He was a slave, and I was his master.
What if I had inadvertently pressured him into providing bedroom service?
What if he was only forcing himself to do this because he felt burdened?
We absolutely must not do this.
“Let’s just not do it. Stop.”
“I don’t want to. I want to do it.”
“Intercourse must take place with the mutual consent of both parties. I am not participating, so are you planning to put on a solo show for me?”
If he chose to put on a show, I would gladly sit back and enjoy watching it.
Lucas puffed out his cheeks in dissatisfaction.
He was definitely acting cute on purpose.
The problem was that it suited him entirely too well.
“Acting cute won’t work on me.”
“Are you implying you don’t find me cute, Count?”
“Yeah,” I replied firmly.
Lucas looked poised to snap for a brief instant, but he bit his lip and held it in.
I couldn’t understand why he was getting so worked up over me calling him un-cute when he had clearly put on the act intentionally.
He knew perfectly well how handsome he was, so he had to know my words were a lie.
“Can you even get aroused in a situation like this? Why don’t you just step down?”
“To be honest, I’m not aroused either.”
Then why on earth are you doing this? Are you stupid?
When I glared at him, Lucas shamelessly attempted to strip my clothes again.
I slapped the back of his hand to make him stop.
“Don’t waste your energy needlessly and get off me. It’s not good to push yourself when your body was just severely injured.”
“…….”
“Divine power isn’t omnipotent. You should know that well.”
If divine power were a cure-all, armies would simply heal wounded soldiers on the battlefield to make them fight again, treating them like expendable objects over and over.
While the wounds close up instantly, proper rest is still required.
Fail to do so, and the body becomes fragile, collapsing easily.
It leaves you looking perfectly fine on the outside while rotting on the inside.
Lucas let out a sigh and climbed down, lying down right beside me.
“You truly have a knack for draining the energy out of a person, Count.”
“Just because you throw in a formal suffix doesn’t mean you can say whatever you want.”
“I saw last time that you were perfectly capable of getting aroused, so I wonder why you’re being like this.”
“Now you’re not even bothering with the suffix.”
Still, I suppose it was a relief that he was alive.
Amusement bubbled up inside me at the sheer absurdity of the sudden commotion, and a laugh escaped my lips.
Lucas merely turned his head to look at me from where he lay, wondering what I was doing, before he too burst into laughter at how ridiculous the situation was.
“You are banned from entering my room for a week.”
If he rested and cooled his head for a week, he wouldn’t come charging at me to do this again.
Unhappy with the mandate, Lucas pleaded once more.
“I won’t do anything. Can’t we just sleep together?”
