Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 20

(EP-20.1) How A Sheep Lives # 5

020 – How A Sheep Lives In A Lion's Den #5

"... What? What did you just say? Did I hear it wrong?”

Elga was terribly bewildered, just as expected.

Her hot, red, boiling octopus face was covered in sweat.

“Are my ears not working properly? Did you really just make that crazy request? You dare ask to touch a Marquis' daughter's chest?”

Elga dismissed it as a crazy request.

Which was true.

Who would dare touch the breasts of a great family's Young Lady, who’d been treated with utmost care and respect since her birth?

Even if the bodyguards were to slit his throat, he had no say in the matter.

Of course, there were no bodyguards here right now.

On the contrary, Elga was more dangerous than ten bodyguards combined. At this moment, she was frowning so much that I couldn't really say anything.

“You're simply seeking death! Considering that you've contributed and worked hard for the Kingdom, I'll pretend I didn't hear anything. There won't be a next time..." _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

Did I get rejected here too?

Another failure...

No matter how forward and aggressive Elga was, it seemed that she was still modest enough to not just allow a man to touch her chest.

Her guard was stronger than I thought.

This wasn't a time where I could control Elga at will, yet.

"I'm sorry. Then, please forget what I said.”

"Yes, I'll forgive you because I am merciful and generous. However, you can't just go around and say that kind of thing to other girls, like, ever! Don't touch me even if I give you permission, or you'll be executed.”

"Yes, I also think that'll be the case.”

After giving an appropriate response, I quickly reflected on what just happened.

It was said that hunks could cross the line with the women they liked in just one day.

How on earth did those guys destroy a woman’s guard in such a short time?

I could solve many problems with ease, but the relationship between a man and a woman was hard.

If only I could master ‘Love’, then it wouldn't be hard to seduce Elga or Aira, and have them act according to my plan.

This was really difficult for an amateur ‘lover’ like me.

The confidence that I had painstakingly built up recently through various hardships continued to crumble.

Was my face the problem?

Was being handsome the answer?

No, the face of this body wasn't something people would call ‘ugly’. In fact, you could even say that it was actually quite good-looking.

If there was a flaw, then it would be the large scar on my face.

Jirit, jirit-

I felt a throbbing pain from the top of my right eyebrow to my cheek.

At times, when I thought of the scar, it would start to hurt.

Seuk-

So, I raised my hand and # Nоvеlight # massaged the mark. Gently stroking it helped relieve some of the pain.

However, a small shadow was cast on Elga's expression when she saw this.

“What are you doing now? I know that I'm the one who gave you the scar. Are you pressuring me with this?”

Pressuring you?

I remembered when Elga gave me the scar. It was a year ago, right before we departed for a royal banquet to celebrate Aira’s birthday.

“Why did you suddenly bring me here? I thought I was supposed to have a good rest tonight?”

The memories of that time were vivid.

I was brought to the training ground as usual, thinking I would get hit and be Elga's stress relief sandbag.