Chapter 50: We All Love A Little NTR
I’ve never been good with parties. Usually, I just find a random corner and drink whatever’s offered until it’s time to leave with friends, never even getting a kiss. However, this time it’s different.
Aside from the fact that I’m wearing expensive and extremely tight clothes, like some pampered noble’s son, my company is a beautiful demi-human who did her makeup so well today that I almost didn’t recognize as the crazy, psychotic lover from a few days ago.
None other than Moriah offered to be my date, and of course, I prefer it this way. If I’d walked through those doors with Elizia, or worse, with Ravenna, a killer moth would surely have murdered half the nobles in this hall.
In other words, I’m better off with her... Oh, right, she’s also as strong as Leonhardt at this point, so it’s safe to say anyone who gets too close will be torn open like a bag of chips.
Furthermore, we have a charming and talkative group of guests. Why? Well, some are literally on death row! The Duke was kind enough to propose that if they kept the ball lively and behaved themselves, he might commute their sentences.
I grab a drink from a passing servant and don’t even look back before chugging it. A bit sour, like cheap wine. I even think they’re running low on supplies to keep this fake party going.
"Darling, you have a terrible expression on your face, do you need a tonic?"
"Later. The last tonic you gave me was very dangerous..."
"Oh, but that one was just for sleeping, what was the problem?"
"The problem was that a certain someone tried to get under the covers as soon as I fell asleep and practically tried to suck me dry with kisses."