[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: I Am A Pervert Only For You

Darius wanted Xion desperately.

It was despicable of him, really, to allow his mind to wander into darker territories when he felt Xion on his lap, so warm, so gentle, so heartbreakingly defenseless.

If he wished, he could burn that duvet into ashes at the flick of his fingers.

But, of course, he curbed those primal desires. He needed something to focus on, to keep his mind grounded.

There was only one person who could do so. Thus, he hugged Xion closer.

That had only made things more difficult.

The archduke lowered his head slightly, breathing in the familiar scent that clung to Xion’s damp skin — sweet, soft, and sinfully intoxicating.

It smelled faintly of vanilla, like the delicate whisper of some forbidden confection.

(Darius had no idea that it was merely a shampoo, purchased from the system.)

But damn, did he like it.

It made Xion seem like a delicious cake, wrapped in soft, fluffy cream, sitting temptingly in his arms. Barely clothed, radiating heat, nestled against him like some precious treasure.

The urge to lean down and bite the curve of that slender neck was almost unbearable.

He wondered helplessly, how Xion might taste.

Darius had long since surrendered his heart. He already loved Xion — fully, ferociously.

But he had wanted to be patient. To take it one step at a time.

And yet... the moment he had seen Xion awake, sitting innocently on his bed, something within him had snapped.

The words had spilled from his lips before he could restrain them.

Now, even as he forced himself to calm down, Xion’s warm skin — the soft, shifting movements of his body — ignited a fire in Darius’s core.

It took humongous strength to keep his arousal under control.

If he got hard, Xion would surely notice.

And that... that would only frighten his precious baby away.

It should have been a sweet, tender moment — holding Xion like this.

And yet, it became a sweet torment as Darius fought off far less innocent thoughts.

With a soft sigh, Darius dragged his mind away from temptation and focused on something far more important.

Food. His baby was hungry, after all. As for the rest of the things — even if the rest that involved him — could wait.

"Here. Eat first," Darius said, his voice coming out hoarse with too many emotions. "I’ll have someone deliver clothes for you."

In truth, he could have fetched new clothes right away. They were neatly stored in the wardrobe already.

He had stocked it himself, in secret. Filled it with different styles in three sizes, unsure how much Xion had grown over the years.

But now...

Now, like a true masochist, he chose to savor this fleeting innocent closeness a little longer.

Who knew when another chance would come again — to hold a freshly bathed, barely clothed Xion in his arms, without barriers?

Of course, Darius fully intended to create more opportunities in the future — and preferably without any clothing at all.

But for now... He glanced down at those still-bandaged fingers.

With careful, almost reverent movements, he unwrapped the wet cloth, revealing the delicate injuries underneath.

"We can’t use mana yet. Your body’s still fragile after draining your core like that. If we try to heal you too soon, your body might reject it."

"Oh," Xion blinked up at the serious-looking man.

Of course he knew that. He was a healer himself!

He had medicine in his inventory, ready to use. He had just... gotten a little too caught up in the mess he had made.

A loud, untimely growl came from Xion’s stomach, and this time, Xion decided to just let go of his dignity, only a little though.

Anyway, he was hungry. It was better to eat first before focusing on the main mission.

"Can I eat?" Xion asked, making Darius shake his head in amusement. Well, this sudden question calmed both the parties, one from his embarrassment and the other from his not-so-holy thoughts.

"Yeah, here," Without waiting for permission, Darius picked up the spoon and dipped it into the bowl.

"Let me," he said simply.

And with that, the proud archduke began to feed his bewildered beloved. He picked up a delicate piece of buttered bread, its scent warm and rich, and held it to Xion’s lips.

Xion was soon seduced by the tempting taste. He hadn’t eaten properly in days. It wasn’t that he couldn’t. With the system at hand, he could eat whatever he wished as long as he was willing to pay for it.

He opened his mouth to nibble at the offering. It was so damn tasty!

This mouth...

These hands...

This body...

Mine.