Chapter 90
Your Majesty is Annoying!
It was a familiar carpeted hallway.
Luke realized that this was a dream as he walked down the hallway. The size of the hallway and the air that touched his skin were different from usual. It felt a little twisted and muffled. As it usually was in dreams.
âWhere am I going?â
The steps Luke was taking were getting faster and faster. The darkness came through the window, so it seemed to be night.
All halls in the mansion were almost the same, but Luke recognized where he was at a glance.
It was the guest room bestowed to the baron.
âWhy am I hereâ¦.â
The door was half open. He had intended to pass by, but his feet stopped in front of the guest room because it was a dream. The sound of water had leaked through the open door.
âThisâ¦â
A soft song was coming from the bathroom. It was the voice of a woman. It was not the false deep voice of a manâs, but a thin humming.
As if he were memorized and led by the sound, Luke walked into the room. Curtains were drawn on all the windows, but the bathroom door was half open. Just as the bedroom door was.
âItâs a dream⦠This isnât reality.â
Even though he told himself it wasnât real, Luke was overcome with curiosity. He wanted to see how beautiful Baron Hestia was in her woman form.
After stepping on the thick carpeted floor, Luke crossed the bedroom. He couldnât even hear his footsteps because it was a dream.
The soft humming melody had stopped and there was a sound of water. Seira Hestia had seemed to raise herself from the bathtub.
There was also a tinted window in the bathroom of the guest room. However, it had been treated glass so that you could not look inside from the outside. Seiraâs naked body seemed to glow and shine in the sunlight coming through the window.
âHaaâ¦â
Luke sighed quietly as he stared at Seiraâs nude body. Looking at her smooth white skin, thin waist, and voluminous and well-shaped breasts, Luke reminded himself that this was a dream.
âThis is not reality. Soâ¦.â
He should not be confused by a fantasy when he wakes up. There was a difference between dreams and reality. This was just a dream that showed what Luke was suspicious of. It wasnât the truth.
Seira from the bathtub took out a towel on the shelf and wrapped it around her body. The appearance of her wet hair sticking to her skin was alluring.
Luke approached the bathroom door as if possessed. Luke, who was mesmerized and looking at it, suddenly realized Seiraâs eyes were meeting his own. Seira, surprised and eyes wide, clasped the towel that was hiding her body.
âH-heir?â
Seira, who was stepping back, dropped the towel.
Even if it was a dream, Luke was not brazen enough to openly gawk at her like this. Luke, who turned his head and took his eyes off Seiraâs appearance, turned his back completely.
âHeir! Hey, please wait!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
He had heard Seiraâs voice, but Luke didnât wait. After striding across the guest room and leaving the room, he shut the door. He felt dizzy.
âItâs just a dream.â
Luke, who took his hand off the door handle, opened the door as soon as he tried to move. Looking back, the naked Seira reached out and grabbed his hem.
âHestiaâs youngâ¦â¦.â
He looked around the hallway with a puzzled countenance. Fortunately, no one passed by.
âWhat are you doingâ¦! Itâs dangerous.â
But Seira pulled Lukeâs arm.
Luke entered her room, led by Seiraâs hand, fearing that someone would see her like this.
Click.
When the door was closed, Seira reached out and locked the door.
âWhat are youâ¦â
Even before Luke finished speaking, her soft lips pressed down on Lukeâs lips. Seira spoke with a blush on her cheeks,
âHeir⦠Iâve been wanting to do this for long time.â
What?
âLaâladyâ¦.â
Seiraâs slender arms wrapped around Lukeâs neck as he was about to retreat. Embarrassed by her nude body pressing up against him tightly, Luke hesitated.
âYou like me, too.â
Unable to bring himself to reciprocant her embrace Luke could only blush in response. Even though I knew it was a dream, he was bashful and dazed.
âYoung lady⦠thatâ¦â¦.â
âYou always look at me with those eyesâ¦â¦ I know.â
Seiraâs hand slipped into Lukeâs shirt. Feeling dizzy, Luke couldnât take his eyes off Seiraâs face even though he thought he felt so overwhelmed he wanted to close his eyes tightly.
âWhat⦠ohât-thereâs a misunderstandingâ¦â¦.â
âLies.â
The hand caressing Lukeâs hard chest traveled down and slid into his pants. Seiraâs hand clasped Lukeâs desire that was fiercely and frighteningly standing up.
The womanâs fingers wrapped around his penis were supple and soft.
âYouâre already like this.â
[t1v: welpâdo you think itâs a dream?]