It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 61
Because of that situation, I had no choice but to stay hidden in the corner of the library while Dantère thrust his hips, drowning in pleasure.
And then—
“Who’s there?”
Just when I was close to getting caught, Lionel arrived at exactly the right moment.
Dantère, who had been in the middle of climaxing while choking the maid, was promptly discovered. As a penalty, he was forced to pay a whopping 100 gold for treatment fees before being kicked out of the annex.
Now, only Lionel and I remained in the library, where the air still carried the lingering scent of obscene indulgence.
I clutched the heavy pouch of gold to my chest and looked up at him.
“If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask. Whatever you want—I’ll give it to you.”
The moment my gaze landed on his sensual, curved lips, my mind flooded with far too many possibilities.
A kiss, maybe. Or a kiss. Or even… a kiss.
‘No, no, not this!’
Heat surged to my face.
This was all that damn philanderer’s fault.
The way he had sucked on that woman so obscenely, like licking a candy—
“N-no, I don’t need anything.”
Oh… I rejected him on impulse.
… I should have asked for a kiss—to help calm my shaken nerves.
“I see.”
Lionel tilted his head slightly.
“That’s unfortunate. I was hoping you’d ask me for something.”
Hearing him say that made it feel even more unfortunate. It had been such a perfect chance to do something nice.
“And what about you, Your Grace?”
Frustrated, I haphazardly tossed the pouch aside and grabbed his wrist.
“You did save me when I was in trouble. Don’t you want anything from me?”
“As the master of this estate, I only did what was expected. It’s hardly something that requires compensation.”
“Even so.”
I wanted him to feel just as frustrated as I did.
“I’m still grateful.”
And not because of s****l desire—just the simple wish that he would feel the urge to kiss me again.
“…In that case.”
As I looked up at him with pleading eyes, he parted his lips and spoke.
“There is one thing, though, that I would like you to do….”
* * *
To grant Lionel’s request, we moved to my bedroom.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands fidgeting on my lap, as I watched him undress.
He removed his jacket and waistcoat in one swift motion, tossing them onto the side table. His cravat followed. Then, he began unbuttoning his shirt with impatient hands.
This was my third time seeing Lionel’s bare body.
But unlike before—this time felt entirely different.
I still remembered the firmness of his chest pressing against my soft curves that first night we kissed.
I remembered how hot his skin had been.
Fully shirtless, he approached me.
“I’m giving the priest a hard time again.”
“Why do you say that?”
With a small sigh, I grabbed his arm and pulled him down to sit beside me.
“You have a skilled healing priestess at your disposal—why make things harder for yourself?”
Because that was what he wanted. Healing, not a kiss.
Yes, that’s right.
Unfortunately, Lionel had once again returned injured.
This time, it was a cut along his left side.
‘Suspicious. Very suspicious.’
Considering his previous incident, I couldn’t help but doubt him. Had he done this to himself again?
But I didn’t let my suspicions show.
I had my own way of finding out the truth without looking at Lionel. As long as he left the healing in my hands, he couldn’t deceive me.
I carefully placed my hand over the wound, tracing the long gash that stretched from just below his ribs to his hip.
“I’m starting now.”
