Chapter 166: Eyes of a Dragon and the Human Heart (30)

Chapter 166: Eyes of a Dragon and the Human Heart (30)

Eyes of a Dragon and the Human Heart (30)

.Do you want to touch it?

Yes.

My response was immediate.

It was a natural reaction for a man. No, it would have been the same for anyone, regardless of the gender, anyone would be curious to touch something so firm and voluminous. Thus, it wasnt my fault, it was the Saintesss.

Who wouldnt be tempted by her sweet, seductive whispers??

The Saintesss biggest sin was having such a lascivious body. Her curves were not only perfect from her neck to her breasts, but from her waist down to her hips and thighs as well.

So, I mentally drew the cross sign and offered a prayer of atonement to the Heavenly God Arus.

Please forgive that sinful body, Immanuel.

However, the Saintess, seemingly oblivious to my inner turmoil, merely giggled and bursted into clear laughter.

Well, I suppose theres no harm in letting you touch them

Her voice was coy.

Despite knowing it could be a trap, I instinctively asked back.

Really?

I dont just let anyone touch me, only you.

Her voice was warm and enticing as she spoke, making my heart unintentionally race.

Her slightly narrowed pale pink eyes were particularly captivating as she continued to whisper in my ear.

I-In exchange, how about visiting the Holy Nation during the vacation? We can go sightseeing in the Holy City th-there are so many things to see!

The Saintess who spoke smoothly until then, stuttered as she was making this suggestion.

My blank stare turned to the Saintess. Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, which, when mingled with her sweet body scent, was truly charming.

It was an invitation from such a beautiful woman.

And as a reward, I could touch those Holy Power Pouches.

It was the dream opportunity of any man. I felt my heart beating intensely.

My answer came faster than my thoughts.

Its not possible.

It was now the Saintesss turn to be taken aback.

She looked as if she might have misheard me. She looked like a fisherman that let a prized catch slip away by accident.

However, my tone was firm.

If I dont immediately return on vacation, my sister will get angry.

Maintaining my familys peace was a matter of great importance.

The Saintess remained with her mouth agape for a while.

**

Along with a whack sound, a scream erupted.

A male student, struck in the solar plexus with the sheath of a sword, staggered backward. He seemed to be trying to hold on out of pride.

However, that proved to be a mistake.

With a thwack, the scabbard landed more forcefully on the side of the mans head.

To the one who was hit, it felt like the world itself was shaking.

He couldnt even scream before collapsing to the ground.

With that, it was time to end the dance of swords under the moonlight.

The clearing was deserted, except for the four or five men who were rolling on the ground.Gẹtt the latest novels at n.o/(v)/e/l/bin(.)com

Though none were bleeding, the sight of them all groaning suggested serious injuries, it was likely that each had at least a couple of broken bones.

Standing alone on this land was just one figure.

Her gray hair flowed in the darkness of the moonlit night. Her eyes, reminiscent of aquamarine, seemed to float ethereally.

The womans expression was as indifferent and cold as always.

Her actions of seemingly emotionlessly striking, knocking down, and subduing like a machine, made those who were attacked become even more engulfed in fear.

Sometimes, excessive fear provoked a desperate struggle.

The shout from one of the men on the ground seemed to be exactly that.

You, you!

AHH, ARGH, ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!

As the man writhed and struggled on the ground, the girl silently stood up.

Seeing the male student being stabbed in the thigh, a few other students who were still conscious chose to close their eyes.

Their bodies trembling slightly, expressed their inner turmoil.

The gray-haired woman, Seria, surveyed her surroundings with an emotionless gaze.

There were no witnesses.

And claiming self-defense was a possibility, she thought, since she had deliberately taken a few hits, it could be argued as such.

The fact that she had used a real sword at the end was a bit concerning, but if necessary, she could always seek help from her sister.

A minor dispute led to drawing a real sword.

She was confident her sister would handle the aftermath, whether through negotiation between families or through financial compensation.

Seria moved silently, pondering to herself.

It was worth it to learn from Senior Elsie, just in case.

**

Serias encounter with Ian happened the following morning.

Upon seeing Ian approaching from a distance, Serias body stiffened.

She then became visibly restless, hurriedly fixing her hair and adjusting her clothes to ensure she looked presentable.

With a somewhat nervous expression, she cleared her throat cutely a few times.

Ian noticed Seria shortly after.

Hello, Seria. Long time no see?

Ye- yep! Uh Yes, Ive been quite busy lately

As usual, Seria, biting her tongue while responding, shyly avoided Ians gaze. She couldnt understand why her face always heated up so much whenever they met.

Ian observed Serias face for a moment, then let out a wry smile.

Yeah, it seems like it. You look tired. Have you been having trouble sleeping lately?

Ah, yes Yesh!

In truth, it was because she had been up all night dealing with those who dared to cross Senior Ian, but Seria couldnt bring herself to reveal that, so she simply agreed.

Ian seemed to interpret her response somewhat differently.

His wry smile deepened and he gently patted Serias shoulder.

.Sorry to worry you, Seria. But Ill resolve it soon.

Serias aquamarine eyes became dreamy as she faced Ian.

It was a look filled with sweetness, unmistakably that of a girl in love. Without realizing, Seria found herself thinking.

Senior Ian is just so kind.

Thats why I have to step in, to chase away those pests who dare bother him.

Until now, the person Seria admired the most was Delphine. Her admiration was so strong that it naturally developed into a mix of love and hate.

However, the man who defeated Delphine, who seemed so untouchable, was none other than Ian.

Now, the person Seria admired most deeply was Ian, followed by Delphine. Seria was confident that she could follow any order from these two.

Thats why Seria hadnt realized it until then.

She didnt know that her older sister, whom she admired so much, had become a woman who longed for punishment, calling herself a slave to her beloved senior.

Nor did she know that Senior Elsie, who had imparted valuable teachings to her, was in conflict with her sister.

And she also didnt know that soon, at the path Ian would take, those two would be waiting for him.

All Seria could do was mutter dreamily to herself.

Indeed, Senior Ian is so kind.

*

Master, please punish this insolent slave

Wh-What are you saying, you wench! Subtly squeezing your thighs together and sticking out your butt like that?! You good-for-nothing wench that has nothing but a big-ass. Master! I-Ignore that pervert and please dont abandon Elsie Okay?

In front of these two seniors, I just slid my hands down my face, speechless.

Seriously, what are these two even talking about

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