Dahlia Von Klose who possesses two powers at the same time and the Fifth Returner [5th time regressor] Jurgen Axel Edelred.... more>>

In order to survive one more day, the two desperately needed each other.

Kissing Dahlia’s white legs up to her knees, he felt a distinct satisfaction.

Even if it’s a new presence in her world, yes. There is nothing different from the others. With a remorseful expression she’ll push him away saying don’t do this. She’ll hide the joy of having a higher status person with a dignified, proud face kneel before her, promising that he will grant anything she wants.

Grasping her heel, he swept up her soft calf and grabbed the back of her knee. Then he looked up at her as she trembled like her frightened bird.

Ha!

However, the moment Dahlia’s eyes met his, a chilling sensation of pleasure ran through Jurgen’s back.

Covering her mouth, Dahlia was holding back a burst of laughter, like someone who had seen a gruesome comedy. With her sight full of the kneeling man at her feet, she showed an unhidden scorn.

Unconsciously his grip grew stronger on Dahlia’s leg. Then she flinched and bent forward towards Jurgen. She still hadn’t erased a feeling similar to contempt in her eyes.

“What are you up to? Sir Edeled.”

It was a voice sweet as poison.

Smiling, Jurgen let her legs go, then got up on his knees. Following the dark red eyes that became cold in an instant, Dahlia’s held his stare.

The mask of the noble Jurgen Axel Edelred had cracked. The man’s eyes looked down obliquely and then grew long in a smile as he swept back his flowing bangs.

“Ah… . Did I get caught?” <<less

“How does it feel to be the one to be deceived?”... more>>

Sei flinched and shrinked away from him. The man she saw up close had an unrealistic appearance beyond her imagination. With his features, it was hard to guess his age.

“So, what if the food was mixed with something? You shouldn’t have eaten it without knowing what was in it.”

“What are you…”

“If you were hungry, you should have rather ordered room service. If you had, we wouldn’t have met like this.”

Gulping nervously, Sei recalled a plate of high-end cookies on a mini bar. The man was looking down at her with a strange smile as if it was all fun for him.

No matter how handsome and angel-like he looked, she didn’t want to deal with anything that wasn’t normal. She just hoped he was not some crazy psycho.

“I’d love to put it in your mouth, but I’m sure it’ll ruin this pretty face. So let’s stop here. In return…”

The man while saying the vulgar words grabbed her wrist and let her hold his manhood. Surprised by his thickness that couldn’t be held in one hand, she tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, but it was futile. His cold grayish-blue eyes held her body immobile.

“Sei.”

She snapped out of her reverie when she heard his low voice calling out her name.

“I’ll repeat it only once. Don’t you dare think Giulio Parenti is above me. Because if I won't kill you, that means Parenti too would not be able to kill you. Do you understand?” <<less

“Do you know what people call you?”... more>>

“What?”

“Douchebag.”

He gave me his devilish smile that always makes my toes curl.

Wearing a black suit like armour, he was like a giant castle surrounded by a fortress of iron. I took a step closer, wrapped my hand around his glossy tie, and yanked it down towards me. His lips curled and he lowered his eyes, his dark gaze was piercing my soul.

He grabbed my chin and hovered above me. Removing the remaining inches between us, he pushed his hot tongue into my open lips. Hidden beneath that ice-cold expression of his was a beast raging with desire.

I realised that arousing him was a mistake.

“This is the first time I’ve felt aroused from being called a douchebag.” <<less

A replica of Marquis Kieran Vale, the son of the Marchioness of Vale, who she deemed a failure. That was all she was. No, she was now referred to as “he.” At least until she met Claude Del Ihar.... more>>

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Claude stared silently at the sleeping Canillian. His gold lashes created a soft shadow on a white face. No matter how much he despised outdoor activities, he was still too white and thin. No trace of puberty was evident on him, and above all, his scent was different from the usual smell of men’s sweat. Was it the scent of lavender blooming all over the Marquis’s work or the scent of poppies blooming in the river?

Canillian's soft cheeks brushed the tip of his nose, and instinctively, he bowed his head as if to savor the scent more. Canillian’s shallow breaths tickled his temple. His pulse began to race. Claude leaned further without thought. He wanted to enjoy it more. No, he really wanted to taste it. He was curious about what he’d taste if his tongue were to graze his skin.

I must be crazy… or going crazy, he thought. Claude sighed. He stared at Canillian once more, and heat started to invade his entire body, captivated by Canillian's lips which looked like it was glazed with honey.

Perhaps it was the hot atmosphere that caused such reaction from him, he reasoned out. If not, by no means… he wouldn’t have thought of wanting to kiss this guy. <<less