Lorevil walked behind the madam, rubbed her palms warm, and placed them on Madam Sharon’s waist. A silky, soft sensation traveled from her palms to Lorevil’s mind.
‘The madam’s body is so soft…’
Lorevil couldn’t help but marvel in her heart. Simultaneously, she carefully applied pressure, attempting to lift Madam Sharon. As she stood up, her chest and the madam’s back inevitably pressed together.
At such close proximity, Lorevil could feel the softness and smell the madam’s fragrance. Madam Sharon’s leaning body was supported by Lorevil’s hands, resting entirely against her.
“Huff…”
Madam Sharon’s warm breath brushed against Lorevil’s cheek with a hint of itchiness, constantly plucking at Lorevil’s taut nerves. Madam Sharon tilted her head slightly, her cheek inadvertently grazing Lorevil’s shoulder, her lips brushing against the fabric.
A smear of carefully applied dark red lip gloss silently rubbed onto the fabric on Lorevil’s back, forming a faint mark. The position was hidden, and Lorevil did not notice it at all.
Lorevil’s hands suddenly shook, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She almost lost her footing. If she had let go, Madam Sharon would have fallen to the ground, and in her drunken state, she certainly would have been injured.
“Mmph…”
Madam Sharon let out a soft moan.
Only then did Lorevil realize that, at some point, her hand had landed on the softness of Madam Sharon’s chest. This action was entirely unexpected. To avoid any further accidents, Lorevil switched to supporting the madam under her armpits.
After steadying the madam, Lorevil breathed a sigh of relief. She was not good at handling such intimate situations. She felt a trace of regret, thinking it would have been better if she had called the maid and the butler earlier.
They reached the madam’s room.
Lorevil had stayed over at Madam Sharon’s house before, so she knew the bedroom was just around the corner on the second floor. Lorevil gently pushed open the half-closed door. The decor suited the madam’s temperament perfectly, featuring a large, soft bed and a dressing table nearby.
The air was filled with the scent of incense that Madam Sharon frequently used.
‘It’s the same fragrance as the one on the madam,’ Lorevil thought as she helped Madam Sharon toward the bed.
“Phew.”
Lorevil took a deep breath, carefully guiding Madam Sharon to the bedside to avoid waking her. She laid Madam Sharon flat on the bed. Seeing the madam sleeping peacefully, the heavy stone in her heart finally dropped.
The drunken Madam Sharon had shed her usual dignity and assertiveness. Her cheeks were flushed, and a faint smile seemed to linger at the corners of her mouth. she looked somewhat charming and innocent, appearing like a completely different person from her usual self.
Lorevil couldn’t help but reach out, wanting to tuck the corners of the quilt for her, but she accidentally touched her warm cheek.
‘This isn’t good.’
The delicate sensation made her heart skip a beat, and she quickly withdrew her hand. Lorevil feared that if she stayed in Madam Sharon’s room, she wouldn’t be able to resist making a mistake.
“Rest well, Madam,” Lorevil whispered before turning to leave.
She did not notice that the moment she turned around, Madam Sharon slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was clear, without a hint of drunkenness. Madam Sharon’s eyes followed Lorevil’s panicked, departing back. A trace of a sly smile flashed in her narrowed, wine-red eyes.
But then, she became dejected. She could only use such underhanded methods to have a chance to get close to Lorevil…
Endure—how long could she endure?
Madam Sharon’s body trembled, and the places that had been in contact with Lorevil began to heat up gradually. Her slender fingers slowly reached downward…
*Slap, slap, slap.*
Madam Sharon was an elder she respected. Lorevil closed the door and patted her cheeks, constantly warning herself. She panted as the tipsy feeling seemed to surge, her face turning red involuntarily.
‘Alcohol leads to trouble. I won’t drink this much next time, no matter what. I should leave now.’
Lorevil took several deep breaths and gradually calmed down before walking out of Madam Sharon’s home.
—
It was 6:00 PM when she left the madam’s house. Lorevil sent a message to her wife, Noxia, saying she was coming home, and Noxia replied instantly.
Lorevil’s heart warmed. Crassus was right; she really hadn’t shown enough concern for her wife, Noxia, during the academy’s practical training these past few days. Although Lorevil made time to chat with Noxia, Catherine always dragged her off to train halfway through. Or they would start a duel, and every time, the conversation had to end in a hurry.
Noxia never complained. She only reminded her to stay safe and take good care of herself every time, making Lorevil feel increasingly guilty.
After sending the message, Lorevil sat in the carriage with her eyes closed to rest. If she could completely master Thorns, it would be equivalent to Lorevil having an extra pair of eyes in Holy Blood City. She would be able to monitor the movements of every family in the city at all times, including the Lorevil family.
However, Lorevil was already mentally prepared for the fact that not many people would be left in Thorns. After all, they hadn’t been paid for a year, so most had probably left.
Not far from the mansion, she saw Noxia’s slender figure waiting at the door.
“Noxia, it’s been really hard on you these past few days,” Lorevil said as she stepped off the carriage with a hint of apology.
“It’s all right, Lorevil. Didn’t you say you were participating in the Holy Blood Academy’s practical training to improve your strength? That’s a good thing. As your wife, I should support you,” Noxia said gently. “I was just worried about whether you were eating and sleeping well at the academy.”
“It was okay, but without your cooking, I really felt a bit out of place,” Lorevil praised indirectly.
“Then I’ll make something more sumptuous tonight to reward you,” Noxia said shyly.
“Okay.”
While walking, Lorevil handed the coat she was wearing to Noxia. Noxia held the coat and went to the cloakroom.
‘It’s still most comfortable to be back home.’
Lorevil breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the soft sofa in the living room. As her body sank into the cushions, a sense of exhaustion instantly washed over her.
Shortly after, Noxia walked out of the cloakroom with an unsightly expression.
Lorevil poured a glass of warm water and had just taken a sip to soothe her dry throat. Suddenly, an inexplicable chill swept over her from behind, making her whole body stiffen. Her hand shook, and the glass fell to the ground with a *clatter*, shattering into pieces. Water splashed everywhere.
“Let me do it, Noxia. Don’t get hurt.”
Lorevil saw Noxia frozen in place with a pale face and thought her wife was startled by the sound of the glass falling. She stood up quickly and spoke in a gentle tone, wanting to step forward and clean up the fragments.
But her approach caused Noxia to subconsciously take a step back.
“Lorevil, I’ll go make dinner first,” Noxia said.
“Okay, I’ll have this cleaned up soon.”
Lorevil did not notice her wife’s abnormality. She cleaned up the fragments on the floor and had the maid throw away the trash.
Noxia walked stiffly to the kitchen. Unsure of what to do, she picked up a kitchen knife and began preparing dinner. The knife gleamed with a cold, icy light.