The Villainess was Loved

Chapter Forty-Nine The Night The Raven Lost Its Wings III

“So, at the moment, I have the right to rid you of your gown?”

How careless.

I could take the opportunity to rid him of all his garments while he asks these silly rhetorics.

‘Should I warn him?’

“Yes, the game ends when you, as the main player, are out of clothes. I feel that I will be out of clothes before that, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there.”

I reassured.

“There is no guarantee of that despite our abysmal start. There is always the likelihood of my running out of clothes before you.”

He replied, then walked back to the couch he had initially sat on.

“Will you not ask me any questions? Should we incorporate the possibility that you might want to know what I-,”

“No.”

“No? How can you be so sure? I peg myself as quite an interesting person.”

“I bet. But my answer remains, no.”

His expression turned sombre. He widened his posture on the sofa, then leaned forward.

“Why?”

“Are you that conceited? Is it hard to imagine I do not think of you, nor do I want to think of you even a little bit?”

“I did not mean questions pertaining to my love life.”

“Neither did I.”

He snorted, then leaned back.

“Come here.”

I did as he instructed. When I finally stood before him, his order changed.

“Turn around.”

I lifted the excess of my hair off my back then swang it to my shoulders.

I felt them.

Large cool hands caressing their way slowly up my thighs.

“What are you-“

“Relax.”

He whispered, his grip growing tighter against my flesh.

The old wood making up a heavy percentage of the couch creaked as Rheyes stood fully.

“I am just looking for the sash.”

“It's right here-.”

My GPS based advice was cut short when his hands cupped my braless breasts.

“Hah…! Ah! What are you doing...?”

Both his hands intentionally grazed the absurd swelling of my n*****s that were pressing themselves on the garment until a moan escaped my lips.

‘Goddamn traitors!’

“Ah, here it is.”

He said with finality, the deepness of his voice echoing across my skin.

The detachment was instantaneous.

The ripples of lust were withdrawn under his command as my only sense of warmth and protection was stripped carelessly away from me, leaving me only under the aid of my hands to keep my traitorous body from spilling all my secrets.

The pastel green nightdress was no different from lingerie, only it didn’t accentuate my curves, merely clung softly and enticingly to my skin, though should I really feel this way?

It wasn’t mine.

‘Rather, who wore this before me?’

‘He is yet to get engaged… and there wasn’t particular emphasis on his s*x-life in the game, well not as much as Killian’s anyway.’

In the game, Rheyes was the last of the leads to get engaged to their bound partner, bound in the sense that meant preventing them from immediately being with the female lead. In fact, his engagement was left entirely out of the game’s main events unless his character, he was hidden, was unlocked by the player as Regina.

I crossed my hands over my chest, then walked as far from Rheyes as possible.

‘No, let’s not think today. Let’s just… let's just sleep with the big bad monster.’

I took a deep breath then cleared my throat.

Rheyes, who watched me keenly, said nothing. He only neatly folded the gown, which no doubt still carried my warmth, then placed it on the chair next to him.

“Why did you attend the engagement ball when seeing your ex-fiancé with another upset you that greatly?”

“Hah! Really? Even after we clarified the rules?”

Rheyes frowned at my question, so I dropped the hint of forced condescending humour.

“How dull.”

“Yet I expect an answer…or..?”

He pointed to my lingerie...or, gown (?).

“That comes off.”

‘Well, well, well…looks like big bad Rheyes has no idea how to play games with people who live for loopholes.’

“The fourth prince and I were never engaged. So calling him my ‘ex-fiancé’ is incorrect. That’s the answer to the first part of the question.”

A frown crossed his brow.

“That was-, I know you were never engaged to my brother, you cannot count that as a question when-,”

“When you phrased it as such?”

I interjected.

“My apologies, your highness, I failed to take your obsession with throwing pompous rhetorics into account. Nonetheless, I answered or clarified a question. You owe me a garment. I think perhaps…your tie?”

“That is hardly fair.”

“Then cease the redundancy. If you know the answer to a question, don’t ask it. Do not purposefully misunderstand. Rather, feel free to do so, in the comfort of your mind, but if you voice it, on my end, clarifying, for obvious reasons, counts as answering a question.”

Rheyes rolled his tongue in his mouth, then sighed.

“So, what now? Will you finish answering the question, or do you want to take my tie off first?”

“Hmm…why don’t you come to me this time?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come.”

I pointed to the space before me, and he stiffened.

‘He…doesn’t like taking orders, does he?’

“Your highness, we do not have all night.”

“A-answer the second part first!”

He insisted.

‘Hmm…?’

“I was at the engagement gala because I was invited.”

“What the hell? Why are you granting me half answers?”

“You asked me a half question?”

“A half question? Are you serious, Countess?”

“Quite. Now come here.”

Rheyes hesitated once more, but rather than plain discomfort, he looked upset.

Nonetheless, he walked towards me but halted five or six steps away.

Rather than argue semantics with him, I gracefully covered the distance and then tiptoed to his neck to neatly undo his tie.

Each time my fingers grazed his chest, I felt slight electricity travelling up and down my spine.

His hand snaked its way around my waist when I reached for his cloak after dropping the collected tie to the floor.

“Your highness, it is not your turn.”

“The cloak has the crest of Kranis, unlike the tie, don’t drop it.”

‘Now that he said that, perhaps only to maintain control in this situation. I long for nothing more than to drop it…’