Author’s Note:
It’s Leon-sama’s point-of-view.
Happy reading.
For the past ten days, I realized that I had been following her with my eyes somehow.
The beginning was a very strange happening, after all. No matter how I thought about it, her physical appearance couldn’t be the reason why. However, as of now, I think from the bottom of my heart that the reason is inconsequential.
Lustrous straight black hair. Sharp arcing eyebrows slit eyes. Her night sky colored pupils were very rich in expressions. She was strong-willed, yet weak upon being pressed on. She was intensely sophisticated and unexpectedly lively, and behaved in a reliable and resolute manner. She talked cheerfully, laughed quite a lot, then sometimes she showed a fleeting, despondent smile. Her red lips were normally without any flattery, and they were often tied so tightly, but they were soft and full as if they were like petals, and it was bewitching.
As we exchanged words and spent the time together, my fondness of her only increased even further.
Whether it was when she was still or in motion. The positives and the negatives. The beauty of the contradictory nature. Her straight gaze that wasn’t clouded at all. Being slipped into this world all alone, she surely had lots of uneasiness, but she didn’t lose her nerve in front of me who was an influential person here, didn’t become submissive and was able to look at me in the eyes, even possessed the courage to choose her words and talk with me. And yet, even when she received a deliberate cordial welcome, she didn’t get ahead of herself and could compose herself.
She was already getting inside my mind. Most likely, it was already bottomless. Even if there were other things I could indulge intensely in, it would be impossible for me to lose my interest in her from hereon.
–Her scent was just [one of the reasons].
She seemed to think that I was putting her beside me because I wanted to smell her scent (I reluctantly say that the probability she thinks I’m a pervert is high), but that isn’t the whole truth. It is merely a fragment of the truth. Although it had only been a short period of time since I put her beside me, I think that I didn’t sleep well so far without that scent, and it was the truth that her scent had become something indispensable to me. I believe that it’s the extension of my preference.
However, putting that aside, my sense of smell certainly exceeds that of an ordinary human’s range. When I was a child, I couldn’t control my sense of smell that it became a disorder, and I had hardships due to it, but now, I am able to control it completely as long as I’m conscious. Thanks to it, I am able to see through anyone’s disguise as long as their [scent] is different, and I think I’m glad that it can serve as my self-defense.
–Well, that is about my sense of smell.
With this one step, I entered the room, and I sensed a voice. I was in the bedroom where I became accustomed to spending the time together with her.
She was sleeping on the bed. I could see that she seemed to be fast asleep.
There was still a bit of time before sunset. Since there was a dinner meeting with some important people specializing in finance from foreign countries, I returned here for a while to change clothes, and I was thinking that I should take the opportunity to see her face. But it was so unlike the active her to be sleeping at this time. Or could it be that she was tired due to today’s activities? I understood that it was the usual preemptive attack, but I recalled Yulias’ rash remark earlier.
As I approached the bed, her scent grew stronger.
(Her breathing is shallow)
She wasn’t asleep, but she blacked out? In addition, this scent.
(Her favorite herb and citrus perfume, sweat and…)
A woman’s scent.
The black hair was scattered around the bed. Her charming abundant bulges were peeking from the loosening collar around her chest. The beauty’s appearance that I saw during the day was dignified and suited her, but her defenseless sleeping appearance right now could be said as a lascivious scene.
And from such kind of her, the obvious [woman’s]—or to put it in other words, the scent of [wetness feeling] could be smelled.
Her partly opened lips had an increase in the plumpness and redness. –As if they were swollen.
My head was boiling.
(! …Him……)
I could imagine it. Or rather, I confirmed it in that instant.
Orgueil do Karnak. From the past until the present, he was a man whom people sung praises of being unparalleled in talent and beauty. He was the man who had spent the most time with me, along with Sigurd and Yulias. That guy.
(…His tasting was way beyond it.)
The swelling of her lips could still faintly be seen. It was easy to imagine what he did to the extent that her [woman] part responded.
(He has some nerve.)
Even I myself found it surprising that my heart was actually feeling an opposition.
I was angry. The one who saw Riviere first was me. The one who slept with, and the one who was able to place her beside was me. It was certain that she belonged to me. He couldn’t stand in the same position no matter what he did.
However, even so, the one who made this easy-to-understand provocation was also him.
—‘Hurry and get a hold of her. Just how long are you going to get along with her as if you were a child? If you don’t hurry…
That was a straightforward provocation and agitation.
(Shall I take up his challenge?)
I slowly caressed her cheek. Smooth skin that felt nice to touch. Her nice smell was so fragrant.
When I return tonight, I’ll embrace her. I won’t allow any resistance.
Author’s Note:
This marks the end of the current volume. Starting from the next chapter, Leon-sama will be working hard [in the night].
Thank you for reading.
Translator’s Note:
I smell snu snu…?!
And after reading (or translating) this chapter, I’m wondering how the situation will turn into Riviere’s harem with Leon feeling like this in this chapter. That will be interesting.
