I Thought I Was the Monster Duke's Fake Tranquilizer - Chapter 27
‘Given how she showers me with praise at every opportunity.’
If anyone else did the same, he would have tossed them aside and told them to cut the empty flattery.
But the fawning from this small woman was merely amusing and endearing.
‘She’s trying so hard to win my favor.’
It was only right that he should acknowledge her efforts.
Meanwhile, the moment Edward turned his head, Lucy narrowed her eyes and chattered away in her mind.
‘He’s unexpectedly a huge sucker for flattery.’
Is this what they call acting like a man in power?
Poking at other people’s complexes like that…
Of course, it was reassuring to be protected by the strongest being in this world, but wounded pride was still wounded pride.
‘And yet his own personality is filthy.’
Though to make up for it, God had given him that face, and that body, and that ability, and that wealth…
‘…He really did give him everything.’
She glanced at Edward’s back as he walked ahead. It was like watching a wall move forward.
A sweltering, warm, enormous wall.
‘To think I was clinging to that body.’
The thought felt utterly surreal.
At the same time, she found herself wonderingâhow on earth could a person be so massive?
‘He’s wearing armor, so I’m sure some of that is exaggerated, right?’
Surely he couldn’t be that big stripped down. No matter how much of a male lead he was…
In that instant, a scene flashed through Lucy’s mind, unbidden, and yet, when she thought about it, not entirely unbidden either.
[Edward shed his robe, revealing his massive, solid body beneath the moonlight.
A physique as if sculpted with painstaking care by a god himself, it looked like a weapon in its own right. Below his prominent shoulder blades, the furious muscles of his back rippled and writhed in time with the pounding of his heart.
Sepina gazed upon him in rapture.
Of course, the most weapon-like part of his body was the massive serpent that hung at the center of his lower half…]
‘…I really didn’t want to recall this!’
A passage from the originalâone she had reread countless timesâhad surfaced in her mind. Specifically, the paragraph where Sepina had gazed upon Edward’s bare body in rapture.
Of all the things to remember now, it had to be the R-19 scenes she had devoured back in the shelter!
“Here it is.”
“Eek!”
Bump.
Right after she had flinched in horror.
Lucy’s nose collided with the heated steel plate.
Edward, who had been walking ahead, had abruptly stopped in front of their assigned room.
Thud, thud.
Soon, the sound of Edward’s footsteps faded as he entered the room.
Lucy covered her face with both hands.
Her face had flushed a little, and she had a feeling it wasn’t just because she’d bumped her nose.
‘Must be divine punishment for having weird thoughts.’
Of all the passages, why did it have to be that one?
A serpent. Surely he wasn’t really carrying something like that around.
…Though, she was a tiny bit curious…
‘No, absolutely not.’
Lucy shook her head wildly.
The fact that she was even having these thoughts meant her subconscious must have regained some leisure, now that she’d escaped the temple’s pursuit.
Lucy was still covering her face, frantically trying to swat away the afterimages lingering in her mind, whenâ
Whoosh!
Her wrist was seized, and her hand was pulled away from her face.
“Ah…”
The question of why he had done so was swallowed whole by the scandalous sight unfolding before her eyes.
“…”
When on earth had he taken it off?
Edward, now stripped of his armor and dressed only in a shirt and trousers, was peering down at Lucy’s face with furrowed brows.
Lucy’s eyes fixed themselves helplessly, as if spellbound, onto Edward’s shirt.
‘…Why is his presence so overwhelmingly large.’
It was a chest that seemed to demand a name of its own.
The buttons of his shirt, looking ready to burst at any moment, seemed to be screaming “kill me now.”
‘His thorax is absolutely insane…’
Not a single line of the passages described from Sepina’s point of view had been an exaggeration.
She had thought the armor must have inflated him somewhat.
But now she saw â the armor had actually been concealing that monstrous body.
‘And why is he wearing a harness?!’
As if to make matters worse, a leather harness meant for securing his armor cut across the underside of his chest, making his already imposing pectorals stand out even more starkly.
The harness, barely hanging on, seemed to be whispering “kill me” just the same.
Lucy found herself genuinely pondering.
‘…Maybe I’m not the one who needs to wear underwear. Maybe he does.’
