Chapter 311: No shame
After Vincent finished cleaning up the kitchen, he quickly returned to his own room.
The last time Rory allowed Jasper and the others into her room together, Vincent hadn’t been there.
He had no idea that Xarion and the others had literally just shared the bed and slept.
Vincent had assumed Rory meant the same thing most other females did when they invited multiple partners into their room together...
He changed into his combat uniform.
The last time he wore a uniform, Rory had loved it.
This combat suit had been specially designed by him personally. Rory would definitely like this one too.
Tonight, he would make sure Rory’s eyes held no one but him.
***
Downstairs, Rory leaned comfortably against Jasper’s chest as she finished the fruit tea he had made for her. Once she drained the cup, she casually stuffed it back into his hands.
Then she turned toward Xarion and Wen, who were sitting nearby.
"I’m going back to my room to rest first. You guys can come up later."
The moment Jasper heard that, he immediately asked, "Rory, can I bring my own blanket tonight?"
He truly didn’t want to squeeze onto the bed with everyone else anymore.
Even if Rory’s bed was more than large enough.
"Of course."
Rory was very easygoing about things like this.
Smiling, she glanced at Xarion and Wen.
"The two of you can bring your own blankets too. I officially permit you to sleep on the floor."
As long as none of them fought her for the sofa.
Xarion and Wen immediately nodded. They didn’t want to share the bed with the others either.
Rory stopped bothering with them after that and headed back to her room alone.
Not long after she returned, Yuel arrived. He wore a perfectly proper set of sleepwear, while Terry rested quietly on his shoulder.
"Rory."
Walking over to her, Yuel lowered himself onto one knee beside her feet and gently cupped her face in his hands.
"Can you kiss me now?"
"Now?" Rory blinked in confusion, not understanding why Yuel suddenly wanted her to kiss him.
Yuel nodded softly. "Now. Once Terry wakes up, opportunities like this will disappear."
That was why he had rushed over first. All he wanted was a few moments of Rory’s kisses. He couldn’t do anything else anyway, so at least he could beg for this much.
Looking at the aggrieved expression on Yuel’s face, Rory genuinely felt her heart soften for him.
She nodded and leaned forward, taking the initiative to kiss his lips.
He was always like this.
Even though he possessed the most dangerously alluring face and knew exactly how to tempt people, he still deliberately acted cautious and pitiful in front of her—perfectly striking every soft spot in her heart.
The instant Rory’s lips touched his, Yuel almost impatiently seized control.
Still kneeling moments ago, he smoothly rose to his feet, his hands sliding firmly around her waist. With one effortless motion, he lifted her onto his lap.
One arm secured her slender waist to keep her from falling backward, while his other hand threaded through her hair, gently cradling the back of her head.
"Mmh—"
Caught completely off guard when he lifted her, Rory’s startled cry was swallowed entirely by the deepening kiss.
Yuel’s kisses were just like the man himself. They appeared gentle on the surface, yet beneath that softness lay an undeniable possessiveness that refused to let her escape.
As he gazed at Rory, his throat bobbed heavily. Every cell in his body screamed for more.
To hold her closer. To claim her more completely. He had missed her far too much.
"Rory..."
Burying his face against the crook of her neck, his voice came out rough and hoarse, tinged with a faint nasal rasp and an almost imperceptible vulnerability.
"Give me a little more..."
Knock knock knock.
The sudden sound at the door made Yuel freeze instantly.
The desire swirling in his eyes solidified in an instant, replaced by irritation and obvious displeasure at being interrupted.
Which idiot had chosen now of all times to knock? And this quickly, too.
Yuel was unwilling to give up just like that. Holding Rory tightly in his arms, he spoke in a soft, pleading tone.
"Rory... I want marks like the ones Vincent has too."
His deep blue eyes shimmered with moisture as he looked at her.
"Will you reward me once too?"
Rory: "..."
Seriously? Someone was already knocking at the door, and now he wanted rewards?
You may have no shame, but I still do.
Rory pushed him away and shot him a glare.
"Next time. Hurry up and fix your clothes. I’m going to open the door."
"No." Yuel grabbed her wrist immediately, his sapphire eyes filling with watery light. "Rory, don’t go open it yet..."
His fingers tightened gently around her wrist as he stared at her stubbornly. "Just once, alright?"
Lowering his head, he pressed his cheek against the back of her hand and rubbed against it softly.
"This is my only chance."
His voice grew quieter, tinged with grievance.
"Once Terry wakes up, if I want this again... I’ll have to wait another three years."
Not three days. Not three months.
Three whole years.
"Rory... please. I don’t want to wait three years."
Looking at him like this, Rory simply couldn’t bring herself to refuse.
Forget dignity, then.
Rory raised a hand, pushed Yuel backward onto the bed, tugged open the collar of his sleepwear, and bit down lightly against his collarbone...
At that exact moment—
Click.
The sound of the door lock turning echoed through the room.
Xarion stood at the doorway and caught sight of the scene inside. Then instantly stepped back out and slammed the door shut again.
That damn Yuel. He actually got here before him.
Inside the room, Rory’s face had turned completely red.
Looking at the mark now blooming across Yuel’s collarbone, she glared at him fiercely.
"Happy now?"
Xarion had seen everything just now. Rory genuinely wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it.
Yuel touched the still faintly stinging mark at his collarbone and smiled in satisfaction.
"Thank you, Rory."
Truthfully, he still wanted more, but he knew if he pushed any further, Rory would genuinely get angry.
Yuel really had no choice.
Even if everyone else had a chance tonight, with Terry still here—even asleep—he couldn’t go any further.
Raising a hand, Yuel quickly helped Rory straighten her clothes before fixing his own appearance as well.
Knock knock knock.
The knocking sounded again.
Xarion’s voice came from outside the door. "Female Master, may I come in now?"
Rory glanced down at herself, making sure her clothes looked perfectly normal again before answering,
"Come in."
The moment the words left her mouth, the door opened once more.
Xarion walked inside carrying a blanket in his arms. The second he entered, he immediately spotted the "reward" on Yuel’s collarbone.
Inside his head, he cursed viciously.
Shameless.
Begging Female Master for rewards was one thing, but actually showing it off afterward?
Yuel couldn’t have cared less about Xarion’s icy glare.
Instead, his gaze dropped to the blanket Xarion was carrying.
"Xarion, why are you bringing a blanket?"
Before Terry woke up tonight, were any of them even going to get a chance to use blankets?
Wasn’t bringing one completely unnecessary?
Xarion shot him a dead-eyed look and answered in his usual half-lifeless tone.
"To sleep."
For once, the usually clever Yuel looked utterly confused.
There were already blankets on the bed, so why would Xarion bring his own blanket to Female Master’s room just to sleep?
Ignoring him, Xarion spread his blanket neatly on the floor beside the sofa.
Yuel stared in disbelief as Xarion calmly laid everything out, then immediately flopped down onto it in his usual lazy, half-dead manner.
And then... Understanding dawned on him.
Yuel slowly turned toward Rory, utterly shocked.
"Rory... when you invited us over..."
His expression cracked. "You really only meant staying here to watch over Terry?"
The last time everyone slept together, Yuel hadn’t been there either.
Both he and Vincent had completely misunderstood.
