Chapter 13: Never Compliment The Villainess
We broke the bed. Emphasis on "we," because I could hardly do that alone with furniture of that size. All I can say is what happened next was nothing short of... wild, very wild.
Is it a normal trait for demi-humans to get so turned on during sex that they turn into beasts? Probably, because I discovered an unknown side to women.
While we were making love, I noticed several things about Moriah’s body: the way the fine hairs on her neck and arms bristled when I touched a sensitive spot or hit the entrance of her uterus, or even the humming sounds coming from her mouth. She also had a habit of wiggling her antennae and staring at me with glazed eyes for an uncomfortably long time. In the end, somehow I survived.
I’m lying here, with her head resting on my chest, sleeping deeply. Now that all the adrenaline has passed, the muscle pain came worse than a subway running me over back then... It hurts so much it’s tempting to spend the whole day here, beside this beauty.
If it weren’t for the chance of Count Vandric showing up at any moment, I’d even enjoy a little more time with this moth. At least, my theory is confirmed. Moriah isn’t a crazy villain who kills bunnies and bottles men’s hearts for her own pleasure, but just a frustrated woman whose husband unfortunately didn’t satisfy her desires.
I slowly drag myself out of bed. Is it already night? Damn, I can’t believe it.
By now, Vivandir must left, I’ll have to figure out how to escape, since the escape plan itself wasn’t something I delved too deeply into... Wait, my clothes!
There’s nothing left of the cook’s uniform, what do I wear back to the palace? I can’t go back naked, and I left the purse in my room, damn it! I run to the wardrobe and open it, but only dresses fill the wardrobe, not at all friendly to my masculine taste.
I also have no idea how to adjust them, but hey, it’s too late to complain. I grab the least... flashy one, a humble green dress, and put it over my sweaty skin. I try to pull the ties in the back, seeing if it helps in any way.
I look at myself in the mirror.
The dark green dress gives me the air of a repressed governess, the kind who hides a dagger in her garter belt. It’s tight, it’s hot, and the neckline seems designed to display my entire chest as if it were a fair trophy.
I try to pull the fabric up, it went down more. I pull it down, the lining went up. I give up.