Chapter 62: The Lord’s Unsettling Kiss

“Now?”

Rodd’s voice was low, like a ravenous gray wolf, carrying an intimidating aura that threatened to devour me whole.

The power and desire woven into his tone filled me with an unprecedented panic.

It was my first time experiencing such a forced perspective as a woman, lying there disheveled and helpless. Rodd, a man brimming with vitality, was incredibly close, so near that I could feel the heat emanating from his body and his potent masculine scent.

His eyes gleamed with a wild intensity, as if warning me that he might act at any moment.

I tried to find my voice, only to discover it shrouded in tension and uncertainty.

“I… I…”

The words wouldn’t come. Explanations seemed to lodge in my throat, and all the strength in my body drained away with each ragged breath.

‘Is this what a woman’s body feels like?’

‘So weak and clumsy, always at a loss when faced with danger.’

‘How should I answer him?’

‘Should I tell him I’m a witch?’

‘What would he do then?’

‘Kill me?’

‘No, I can’t die!’

‘I still have to…’

‘Still have to…’

“I’m sorry…”

Cowardly tears mingled with my helpless voice, flowing from me. I felt my strength at that moment to be utterly insignificant, unable to resist this man’s impending invasion, only capable of uttering such a faint plea.

“I… I shouldn’t have… seduced you…”

Rodd’s movements paused. He asked softly, “You admit you’re a witch now?”

“I don’t know… I don’t know!”

My tone was helpless, tinged with confusion and panic. “You kept implying I was a witch, but… but I really haven’t seen any demons, nor do I possess any magical powers. Aside from this face that always gets me into trouble, I… I’m no different from any ordinary girl, am I? Mmph—”

Before I could finish, Rodd suddenly gripped my neck.

The force wasn’t heavy; it was more a demonstration of his control, yet it was enough to pin my frail body to the bed, rendering me immobile.

“Then you don’t remember what happened this morning? Not a single… thing?”

His voice held a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

‘What happened?’

I tried desperately to recall, but my memory seemed shrouded in a thick mist, impossible to penetrate.

“I… I really don’t remember…”

My voice trembled slightly, for I knew resistance was futile. This man possessed the power to protect me, and also the power to kill me.

So, like a coward, I could only beg for mercy.

“If… if I truly did something to displease you…”

“Then… then it was absolutely not intentional…”

“Please believe me… Master…”

At that moment, I noticed a complex emotion flicker in Rodd’s eyes. His hand slowly loosened its grip on my neck, seemingly giving me space to breathe, while also re-examining me.

“Cough, cough… cough, cough, cough…” I gasped for air.

‘Seriously, ever since I transformed into a woman, I feel like I’ve constantly been getting my neck squeezed…’

Rodd suddenly leaned close to my ear, his voice low and magnetic, yet laced with an almost imperceptible confusion, as he slowly recounted, “There was nothing that displeased me. I had just woken up, and you suddenly burst into my room. It was just… just very strange.

“Logically speaking, although I have some fondness for you, I believe I could maintain my composure when faced with a maid’s seduction.”

His words hinted at self-reproach, as if he were questioning his own loss of control in that moment. “But at the time, I… I felt as if… as if I had become strange? Yes, I think I suddenly became strange when I saw you.

“My head felt very dizzy, too dizzy to think clearly. I vaguely pushed you onto the bed… just like now!”

“And then?”

I widened my watery eyes, looking at him.

“Then… then…”

Rodd’s words abruptly stopped there. He stared blankly at me, his fingers unconsciously caressing my lips.

The touch was tender and delicate, a stark contrast to his earlier roughness.

I didn’t understand the meaning of this gesture. Was he silently expressing his apology, or perhaps seeking some form of comfort?

I didn’t know, but I could feel the intense conflict and struggle within him.

At this, Rodd’s fingers paused. “I need to offend you, Lilian.”

‘Idiot, you’ve already offended me, haven’t you? What more do you want to do?’ I thought helplessly.

Just as I was about to speak, Rodd suddenly moved closer, his actions so swift they caught me completely off guard, like a sudden storm sweeping away all my defenses.

‘Eh?’

My mind almost stopped at that moment; this body’s reaction was too sluggish. It wasn’t until the undeniable pressure on my lips and teeth that I realized Rodd had, in his own way, brazenly claimed my territory!

‘So, back then, I ended up kissing him right after?’

‘Wait a minute!’

“Mmph—”

My voice was caught in my throat; I had no mind to feel the kiss. Out of instinct, I reflexively resisted, wanting to push him away.

But my resistance was a futile struggle. His arms locked around me like iron chains, leaving me nowhere to escape.

Even my voice was sealed by his lips, turning into indistinct moans.

‘What are you doing…’

‘What are you doing?!’

‘Is this guy crazy? Why did he suddenly…’

‘Was the kiss that forceful back then?’

I didn’t understand, only feeling utterly panicked, like a cornered prey making its final struggles.

Truthfully, I wished I could faint right now, to avoid feeling the sensation between our lips, because this feeling was simply too strange!

This peculiar sensation was indescribable, yet it forced me to keep my eyes shut. Perhaps because of this, I felt even more intensely the branding-like, burning pressure on my lips, so domineering, as if it wanted to deeply imprint itself onto my skin.

“Stop…”

I tried to utter a sound, but felt my lips gently bitten by his teeth, like a beast toying with its prey, conveying a wild power.

“N-no…”

Slowly, even the depths of my mouth were invaded by his tongue.

Just like his status as a lord, Rodd’s powerful presence was so domineering, like a conqueror exploring his territory, allowing no refusal, no escape.

And now, I was his territory.

“Haaah…”

From behind, I felt the strength of his arms, pulling my body closer, pressing it against him, so near that I could feel his heartbeat, strong and powerful, intertwining with mine, forming a unique rhythm.

I was tightly encircled by those arms, an embrace as solid as steel, leaving me no escape, no resistance.

‘Damn it, why won’t he stop?’

‘How long are you going to kiss me, you bastard?’

‘So annoying… my head feels so dizzy…’

‘But why won’t I just faint?’

‘Ah… this feeling is awful…’

‘When I go back, I definitely need to brush my teeth three times!’

I told myself this in my mind, yet for some reason, despite my thoughts, my body slowly began to heat up from the contact.

Eventually, when Rodd slowly ended the kiss, I actually felt a deep sense of emptiness.

‘What a lewd body…’

I cursed inwardly, my heart filled with complex emotions. The moment we parted, almost instinctively, I turned my face and fiercely wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, as if trying to erase the trace of that domineering kiss.

This gesture of disgust did not provoke Rodd. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that the earlier dominance and coldness in his gaze had vanished, replaced by a sense of confusion. His eyes seemed shrouded in a thick white mist.

Seeing him remain like this for a while, I finally couldn’t resist asking softly, “Master… what’s wrong?”

This call was like a lightning bolt shattering a seal, forcibly pulling Rodd’s soul from the white mist.

I saw Rodd’s pupils constrict slightly, his gaze slowly refocusing on my face.

His expression gradually shifted from blankness to a complex emotion—a mixture of confusion, scrutiny, and a certain indescribable softness.

“Indeed… it is as I thought…”

Rodd’s voice was somewhat hoarse, tinged with a hint of melancholy.

After a long moment, he finally took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, as if calming himself. His hand unconsciously lifted, seemingly wanting to touch me, but ultimately lowered again.

I didn’t know what was wrong with him, but from this subtle movement, I could sense his inner struggle, as if he were contemplating some important decision.

Finally, Rodd spoke, his voice deep and firm, “Lilian, let’s make a deal.”

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