Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 17

(EP-17.2) How A Sheep Lives °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° #2

017 – How A Sheep Lives In A Lion's Den #2

"What are you waiting for? Are you not going to take the reward? At this rate, it will melt away!”

Now that I think about it, this would be better than that throat-stinging Enchanting Herb Cigar anyways.

So, I reluctantly made up my mind and went to Elga's side, placing my lips on her mouth.

I felt a soft breath when I put my tongue inside her lips.

“What!?”

Kwadang.

Elga, not expecting my move, staggered backwards and fell on her butt.

Meanwhile, I maneuvered my tongue to snatch the candy from her half-open mouth.

Cheureup, chyureup, cheureup.

However, due to the candy’s size, I could not transfer it into my mouth.

It was tastier this way, right?

When the sugar touched the tip of my tongue, the fatigue in my body and the worries that had been accumulating inside my head instantly disappeared! This discovery made me want to taste more!

“Aeut, heu, heueu- What, what's this all of a sudden, Haaat-!?”

Elga kept trying to push me away.

After saying she would teach me the taste of a woman's lips, we'd already kissed several times.

Shouldn't she be used to my tongue by now? It seemed that the inside of her mouth was more sensitive than I initially thought.

I explored Elga's mouth to my heart’s content, as revenge for what she'd put me through.

Although Elga's words were spicy, the inside of her mouth was sweet.

Chyureup, chyureup.

It was honey flavor!

After kissing for a while, Elga turned her face to the side and exhaled deeply. Then, she shouted.

“Haa, haaa, haa, this, this guy.... All of a sudden.... Get away from me...! Get the hell away...!”

You wanted me to leave?

You promised to give me the candy, but you were just going to eat it yourself in the end?

That was absolutely unacceptable nymphophobic behavior!

I grabbed Elga's head as she tried to run away.

Elga was resisting, but I could feel the power slowly draining out from her body. Instead, trembling convulsions began to appear.

“Eu, heueu. This, this guy-, eueup, heueu, who said that you could do this...? Heua-.”

Just as I was about to grab the candy.

"Noona...?”

“......!!!”

At the sudden sound of a small, fragile voice, Elga immediately threw me away.

"Noona...? What are you doing there...? Are you okay...?”

“Ri, Richard! What are you doing here? I told you not to come here because it's dangerous!"

Elga hurriedly got up and approached the young boy.

The boy's face, with his neatly combed blond hair, white shirt with suspenders and shorts, looked to be about four or five years old.

It was Richard, Reinhardt's little treasure.

Why was he here instead of their home in West Borgia?

Maybe because this was my first time meeting Richard, the strangely boiling excitement began to subside.