The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)-Chapter 30: Please don’t tease a virgin

"Oh!" Zia and Angwi clapped their hands, and even Jade chirped loudly as if agreeing.

"Like...into a demon?" I blinked my eyes repeatedly, and strangely felt excited. I suddenly remembered Halloween on earth, something that I had never experienced too. Although I remembered some volunteers going around the children’s ward with costumes.

"No," Natha answered swiftly, to my dismay. "Humans and demons are way too different in terms of appearance, and it’s harder for the spell to last for a long time if there’s too much change to be made."

I tilted my head in confusion. "Then?"

His hand came back to my hair, rubbing the strands between his fingers, before softly stroking my earlobe. "The best kind of lie is the one with a half-truth," he smiled, rubbing the tip of my ear. "Isn’t that right, my dear Druid?"

My eyes widened at that, finally realized why he’d been rubbing my ear. Perhaps because I had just experienced what Natha called a bloodline awakening, my heart was beating faster too. The thought of turning into a full Druid excited me more than I thought it could be, even if it was just a disguise.

"Unlike humans, the children of nature were quite accepted here, so you wouldn’t have to be worried about receiving hostile look," Natha took another cookie and again, put it in my mouth. "And since you’ll essentially be a foreigner, you can act like a tourist as much as you want. No one would get suspicious even if you get confused and questioned everything."

Wow, so meticulous. I just nodded while finishing the cookie in my mouth. He brushed a stray hair on my face and tucked it behind my ear, looking at me keenly. "We can wear costumes too if you like."

Gasp. Like a cosplay? Like a real Halloween?

"Oh, can we? Can we? There’s a carnival on the third day, right?" Zia chimed in energetically.

"Really?" I asked again to make sure. Sure, the disguise itself already felt like cosplay, but since I’d come as either a druid, it didn’t feel like I’d really transform or anything.

But this possibility of doing a serious level costume play made it even more like a festival. An event. Those things I only read through the internet back then.

In the end, I too, had started to get greedy easily.

Natha smiled gently, eyes curved into crescents with a soft glow. His lips stretched easily into a genuine smile that never failed to send my stomach somersaulting. "Would you like that?"

Oh, gosh—how could someone possibly be this handsome?

It was mesmerizing, the way the afternoon glow made him look soft and solemn. The orange hue coming through the window fell into his profile, and I was reminded of the time we were on the rooftop.

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Yes, it was mesmerizing enough to make me dazedly lean forward and before I knew it, my lips were on his cheek, with my knees on the sofa and hands propped on his shoulder.

"Thank you," I whispered against his cheek.

He probably knew that much from sensing my thought, but I still wanted to convey it.

Truly, my life really turned around with that first drop of Amrita. Things that I never dared to dream of before were laid in front of me. This healthy body. Tasting solid, stimulating food. Going out to a festival.

Yeah...what did it matter what his real intention was? Even if he used me as no more than a fun time plaything, so what?

I was alive. I was alive and able to enjoy it.

So right now, regardless of my reservation about the whole contract situation, I just felt gratitude welling up inside my heart and seek to channel it.

But this was the first time I ever did something like this, and it was pretty embarrassing for someone without prior experience like me, and the silence that followed felt agonizingly discomforting. So I swiftly pulled away after kissing him briefly on the cheek.

Or at least I tried to.

Before I could move away, a strong and cold arm already gripping my waist and preventing me from shifting away. He pulled me in and I stumbled into his lap, gripping tight on the broad shoulder so I wouldn’t fall face-first into his sturdy upper body.

"Uhh—what..." the exclaim died inside my throat when I looked at his face.

Damn...was there no way to hide the creeping heat I felt on my cheek? His stare was just...intense. I couldn’t describe it any other way. Natha had always been gentle before, but his grip on my waist made me feel as if he wanted to plant a bruise.

"Do it again,"

His voice was soft, but demanding. Or it was probably the silver eyes that peered at me deeply that made the demand.

But it was difficult to do it the second time. I was doing it on impulse earlier. His stare and caging hand made me feel so self-conscious and even though my brain was telling me it was just a chaste kiss on the cheek and to just do it, my body wouldn’t move.

How was this demon doing it so casually all these times?

I pressed my lips and looked at him with the best pitiful gaze I could muster. My face was probably as red as the jelly that Jade had been nibbling on the table.

It felt like such a long time had passed with us staring at each other, when he finally relented and lowered his face with a smile, putting his cheek right in front of my lips. With a little shift, I pressed my lips on his cool cheek and his hand rested on the back of my head so I couldn’t pull away.

What...what kind of play was this?

My fingers, which had been clutching into his clothes, curled into a fist to hit his broad shoulder. I could hear him chuckle then, and seriously contemplating parting my lips and biting into his cheek.

But he caressed my head and pulled away before I could do it, probably because he sensed my intention. When I glared at him, he was smiling widely, eyes curled with mirth and mischievous glint.

It almost made me forget about how embarrassed I was during the whole exchange.

Almost. For it came in full throttle once the night came.

"Are you going to sleep here?" I asked dumbly when I exited the bath chamber and was greeted by the view of the Demon Lord sprawled on the bed with papers in his hand and nothing on his upper body.

Natha tilted his head, looking at me with confusion. "Where else would I sleep?"

Oh, right. This was his room. His bed. Of course he would sleep here.

"You’re not telling me you’re going elsewhere, are you?" he shifted his gaze from the paper in his hand to me, who stood awkwardly beside the bed.

If I said I would, he’d probably flipped out like that first morning, right? So what could I do except climbing into the large bed? It was only after my legs fully entered the bed that he shifted his eyes back to the paper in his hands.

"What are you being shy for? It wasn’t like we never share a bed before," he smirked.

Yeah, but I wasn’t sober both times, was I? This was the first time I slept in the same bed with another person consciously. Was it so wrong to feel shy about it? Not to mention it was with someone that supposed to be in a relationship with me.

And why was he half-naked anyway? Although I suppose...it was a nice view? Hmm, yes—the muscular pecs and well-sculpted abs, not to mention the sexy collarbone, peeking beneath the cascades of deep blue hair.

I mean...if he wanted me to take a look that badly, then who am I to reject such a generous offer?

"You can touch it if you want," Natha smiled behind his paper.

You shouldn’t temp a poor virgin heart, Sir!

"Touch what?"

He put the paper on the pile sitting above the nightstand and turned to face me, propping his head with his arm. The smile on his face now was what made me think he was an incubus before. That charming, devilish smile.

"Whatever you want."

I knew—I knew he was teasing and testing me at the same time. But still, I found myself shifting closer, facing him, and before I knew it, my arm was already stretched out.

There was a whispering devil in my ear telling me to touch that majestic horns jutting out of his temple, but I wasn’t that brazen, yet. So my fingers lowered into the blue locks, followed them down, and brushed the pooling hair off his collarbone.

Should I? Should I??

I wondered what kind of face I was making right now as my fingers lightly felt the hard bone and the texture of his skin; the cool temperature and the slightly rough patterns. The Alpha seed, was it? The things that got him into so many troubles. But I had to admit that it looked beautiful in its intricacy. I felt like there were dozens of spells and magic circles contained inside those patterns. It was kind of fascinating as I traced the one around his neck and shoulder.

Natha was looking at me with that amused gaze he always wore, and the subtle smile that made his thought hard to read. But that smile faltered when my fingers brushed on a scar around his shoulder blade. It went down to a spot just above his heart, and as my eyes traced the lengthy scar, my body froze.

Was it because of his strange reaction? I felt uncomfortable and pulled my hand away instantly. "How do you get this?" I blurted out before I could think, and the silver eyes widened slightly.

"Hmm..." he looked quite flustered. Uhh...was it something shameful? Should I not ask? It was probably a sensitive topic, right? "Just something out of a brawl."

A brawl? He got a long ass stab wound from a brawl? Were they brawling with spears or something?

"Why didn’t you get rid of the scar?" the healing magic in this world was actually advanced enough to get rid of scars or marks. It was quite weird that someone like a Demon Lord would let a scar this long mar his perfect skin. "Should I—"

"No!"