Chapter 387: How did he do that?
After resting for a while in Vincent’s room, Rory finally emerged shortly before dinner.
As fate would have it, Aren stepped out of the neighboring room at almost the exact same moment.
"Female Master."
The instant he saw her, he walked over.
His voice was soft and almost pleading.
"Could you come to my room and help me with something?"
Rory looked at him curiously.
"What is it?"
Aren’s expression immediately turned troubled.
"I’m trying to choose bed sheets, but I can’t decide which color looks best."
He lowered his gaze slightly, looking genuinely conflicted.
"I wanted to choose something you would like, but I don’t know what your favorite color is."
His dark hair was still faintly damp, as though he had just finished bathing. Soft strands rested carelessly against his forehead.
He wore a loose robe, the collar hanging slightly open and revealing a glimpse of his elegant collarbones.
Tilting his head ever so slightly, he looked at her with complete sincerity.
There was a hint of helplessness in his expression.
And beneath that, a quiet, hopeful anticipation.
Rory stared at him.
It was honestly difficult to say no to a face like that.
Dinner was not ready yet anyway.
Helping him choose some bed sheets would hardly take long.
"Alright." She nodded. "Let’s go take a look."
As expected of a succubus.
Even without using any charm abilities, he could sway people with nothing more than a look.
Watching Rory disappear into Aren’s room, Vangar walked over with a distinctly sour expression.
"As expected of a succubus."
His tone was filled with envy.
"He doesn’t even need to use his charm ability."
"All he has to do is look innocent and pitiful, and Female Master follows him without hesitation."
If Aren truly decided to compete seriously for attention, Vangar knew beasts like himself, who lacked subtlety and romantic finesse, would stand little chance against him.
Meanwhile, Rory stepped into Aren’s room.
A cool fragrance greeted her immediately.
The scent was clean and refreshing, carrying a faint sweetness beneath its crisp notes.
The room itself was simply decorated, yet somehow felt warm and inviting.
Holding her hand, Aren guided her toward the bed.
Then he began pulling beautifully wrapped boxes from his spatial ring one after another.
Each box contained a different set of luxurious bed sheets.
Before long, the entire bed was covered with them.
Rory’s mouth twitched.
There were so many.
Picking up one set at random, she looked at him.
"Why do you even have this many bed sheets?"
Her expression was complicated.
"Do you have some kind of obsession?"
"I prepared them before I came."
Aren’s affectionate gaze rested entirely on her.
His voice remained gentle.
"Not just the bed sheets. I brought many other things as well."
"Since I didn’t know what you liked, I prepared several options for everything."
A soft smile touched his lips.
"I wanted to decorate my room in a way that you would love."
Rory blinked.
"But this room is only temporary."
She looked around.
"We’ll be arriving at the Central District in a couple of days."
Aren’s expression remained completely serious.
"Even if you only spend a single minute standing in this room..."
His gaze softened.
"...I still want it to be a place you’ll like."
Rory’s heart instantly melted.
Was this really the power of a succubus?
He was far too good at this.
She was genuinely close to being moved to tears.
"You can’t just focus on what I like."
She looked at him earnestly.
"I want to know what you like too."
"My preferences?"
A flicker of amusement appeared in Aren’s eyes.
His long fingers drifted to the sash tied around his robe.
With a gentle tug, the knot loosened.
The ribbon slipped free.
Without the sash holding it closed, the front of the robe gradually parted as the fabric relaxed against his frame.
Aren stepped closer to Rory and gently took her hand, pressing it against his chest.
"My favorite thing is you, Female Master."
The callused pad of his thumb brushed slowly across her lips.
"Whatever you like, I like."
His deep voice was like a trail of sparks.
The warmth of his breath drifted past her ear, igniting every nerve in her body.
For a moment, Rory’s mind went completely blank.
Her palm still rested against his chest, and she could feel the powerful rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her hand.
Steady.
Strong.
Again and again.
The lingering sensation of his fingers against her lips remained, slightly rough, carrying a faint electric tingle that refused to fade.
Rory felt as though she had been enchanted.
Looking into his eyes, she rose onto her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
His lips were cool and velvety, carrying the subtle sweetness that always seemed to belong to him alone.
It was almost as if he had been waiting for this moment.
The instant she kissed him, he smoothly took control.
One arm wrapped around her waist, preventing her from retreating, while he deepened the kiss.
He was a succubus.
Even without using charm magic, he possessed an irresistible allure that could make people lose themselves.
The room fell silent.
Only the mingling sounds of their breathing remained.
Eventually, Jasper’s voice drifted faintly from outside, calling everyone to dinner.
Reluctantly, Aren pulled back.
His arm remained around her waist, unwilling to let her go.
Their foreheads rested together as they caught their breath.
Rory’s lips were flushed and slightly swollen, glistening with moisture. Her cheeks were rosy, her gaze dazed, still not entirely recovered from the dizzying spell of the moment.
Looking at her expression, at the way she seemed so adorably disoriented after being thoroughly distracted by him, Aren’s throat tightened.
The desire in his dark eyes deepened.
For a brief second, he almost kissed her again.
In the end, however, he restrained himself.
"Female Master..."
His voice emerged rough and husky, carrying the lingering sensuality of restrained emotion.
"Dinner is ready."
"Mhm."
Rory answered softly.
Her thoughts still felt scrambled.
She had experienced plenty in her life.
Aren’s methods of seduction were not exactly groundbreaking.
So why did she feel as though her brain had stopped listening to her?
She stared at him, confusion written all over her face.
"Did you use your charm ability on me?" she asked quietly.
"No."
Aren shook his head.
Watching her puzzled expression, he let out a low, amused laugh. The vibration of it traveled clearly through their closeness.
"Female Master, I would never use charm magic on you."
His gaze softened.
"Unless you genuinely wanted me to."
A teasing smile curved his lips.
"Even then, it would have to wait until after the babies are born."
As he spoke, he lifted a hand and gently brushed away a faint trace left at the corner of her lips.
Then he stepped back slightly, creating a little distance between them.
With careful attention, he straightened the collar of her clothing and smoothed her slightly disheveled hair.
"There."
Satisfied, he intertwined their fingers.
A quiet smile of contentment settled on his face.
"Come on."
His voice was warm.
"Let’s go eat."
No charm magic?
That only left Rory more confused.
Then why had she felt such an overwhelming urge to throw herself at him?
Surely she was not that impatient.
Filled with questions, she allowed herself to be led by the hand toward the dining room.
Everyone was already seated around the table.
The moment Rory and Aren entered hand in hand, every pair of eyes turned toward them.
More specifically, toward Rory’s lips.
They were noticeably flushed, glossy, and slightly swollen.
The evidence was impossible to miss.
Vangar’s eyes widened in shock.
Then he stared at Rory’s lips as if he could burn holes through them with sheer disbelief.
Seriously?
Aren had only just returned, and he had already managed to kiss Female Master like that.
Vangar had been by her side for days and had never achieved results remotely comparable to this.
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