“Lord Solomon, your hair and your eyes.”
“I guess so.”
Lord Solomon does not seem surprised, but affirms.
I was more surprised by his relaxed attitude.
Perhaps Lord Solomon noticed something about his change.
Otherwise, this tame behavior would be strange.
However, I was also beginning to think thinly that the theory that “when too much magic power accumulates, the color changes” might not be correct.
I don’t know if the theory itself is wrong or if Lord Solomon is a special case.
I said, “I know you would, ……, but this isn’t your home, okay? If someone sees you, we’re in trouble!”
I was flustered, but Lord Solomon didn’t seem to care.
“Then will you hide me in your skirt again?”
“!!!”
(You’re bringing up my black history here!)
I am worried about you, but yet you say such mean things.
I somehow managed to suppress the urge to punch him.
“I’m not joking! I will call my entourage and ask you to step aside.”
I tried to remove Lord Solomon’s arm, but he was holding me tightly and I couldn’t move. I got angry and slapped him on the arm.
“Let me go.”
When I glared at him, Solomon-sama lowered his eyebrows like a scolded child.
My arms loosened a little, so I slid out and crawled out of bed. But for some reason, even Lord Solomon followed me.
Lord Solomon, who has his arms around my waist from behind, makes no move to leave me when I come to the door. He remains firmly attached to my back.
This makes it impossible to go looking for the entourage, or even to ask the butler for a message.
“Lord Solomon.”
When I appealed to him with a glance to let go, Lord Solomon’s face became depressed.
But the arm is holding me tightly and does not come off at all.
Like an abandoned dog in the rain, he looks pitiful and adorable, but his actions don’t accompany me. In fact, I even feel that he is filled with a spirit that says, “I will not be broken.”
“Don’t leave me. I’m worried.”
“Ugh.”
I saw a vision of a puppy crying.
I have recently noticed that I have a weakness for his childlike face anyway. I feel like asking him anything he wants.
(Don’t be fooled, Chelsea.)
This symptom of Lord Solomon’s started not yesterday or today. I don’t think he is suddenly anxious now or anything.
I suspect that this person is beginning to realize that the means of indulging in this is effective for me.
“I’ll be back soon, so Lord Solomon can hide….”
“Is Chelsea here?”
“!”
A familiar voice arrives from behind the door.
The voice that seemed to be looking for me was Lana. She must have been worried about me when I was carried away because I was not feeling well.
The voices that sound like Lana and Lord Glenn are getting closer and closer.
“Lord Solomon, let’s hide!”
I tell him in a hushed voice, and I break free from Lord Solomon’s restraints.
Pulling his hand, I looked around the room. I spotted a door in the back and rushed to it.
(The door is… unlocked. Thank goodness.)
It may be a dressing room. The cozy room seems to be unused at present, and there are hardly any things in it.
With this good fortune, I pulled in Lord Solomon.
“I’ll deal with Lana and the others and buy you some time while you get your colors back.”
It must be hard to sweat in a small, empty room, but he has to do it.
With that said, I try to go back to my room. But just as I put my hand on the doorknob, a large hand lays on top of me.
The other hand gently embraces her waist.
“I hate it.”
“Hate it…… Lord Solomon?”
“I won’t let you go to that guy.”
‘That guy?’ I tilted my head. I wondered if he was talking about Lord Glenn.
I could hear him, but he was probably simply accompanying Lana.
“Separately, Lord Glenn doesn’t really care…….”
“Shut up.”
“Whaaa…… huh?!”
From behind, he cuddles me as if he is covering me.
A hot exhalation was felt on the section, and a numbing sensation ran down my spine. Something similar to a tickling sensation made me let out a funny voice.
I hurriedly covered my own mouth, but Lord Solomon heard me.
I thought I heard a gasp, and then the strength of his arms strengthened as if to tell they’re going to break me.
“Chelsea……!”
Lord Solomon’s body, holding me in his arms, is so hot that it almost burns me.
It was uncomfortable to feel the hard touch against my waist.
“Oh, no. Listening to hear such a lovely voice……”
“S-Solo..mon-sama, there’s a someone outside.”
I feel someone entering the room.
The sound through the door is muffled, and I cannot tell if it is Lana and the others. In my embracing arms, I am drowned out by everything but the sound of Lord Solomon’s fast heartbeat.
“I’m sorry, Chelsea. I just need a little patience.”
“What kind of patience is ……”
“Hold on still, the color will back soon.”
“I’m understand,” I replies in a one-word phrase, as if I was speaking in a foreign language.
His voice was rather sexy, and I was so taken in by the atmosphere that I froze without even needing to be told.
“Haah…”
A hot exhalation grazes my ear and my shoulders shake.
His high nose is buried behind my ear. I wash it, but I want him to stop because the smell is unsettling.
“Yeah, it still smells good.”
He mumbled in rapture and pressed the head of his nose against me with a gulp.
The sound of metal clanking against metal is followed by the sound of clothes being rubbed.
(Ehh? Hey, what are you doing?)
I thought that, since he was going to bring back the colors, he would sweat like he always do.
I thought it was the close contact and to increase the body temperature. But something is not right with the way things are going.
There was a gurgling, viscous sound of water, and my mind went blank.
“Hmmm…. uh.”
“?!”
With a mysterious sound, Lord Solomon gasps in a sexy voice.
I felt as if poison had been poured into my ears, not into my eyes. I have yet to experience anything sexual, or even my first love, so this is too much of a stimulant.
He called my name repeatedly. His low, gravelly voice is awfully sweet and makes my head spin.
(I don’t think you mean bodily fluids…… yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!)
Here, I finally realize my mistake.
“Ugh.”
“Eh?”
The beat of a strong hug, and lips pressed against my neck.
The wet feeling crawled on my skin, and even though I reflexively tried to escape, I couldn’t move because I was held tightly in place.
“Chelsea, I love you, I love you……”
The sound of stirring mucus gradually increases in intensity.
I blamed myself for the situation in which I had realized this.
I had always thought that Lord Solomon was sweating and releasing his magic.
But looking back, he never said a word about that. Rather, when I look back at his facial expressions and statements, I am amazed at my own bluntness.
I thought I was scruffy in my own way.
I had no experience in the act, but he thought I could guess because I was an old enough to know. I thought I had no such thing as the cute insensitivity of a leading actor in a vaudeville play.
(What kind of face did I have to make to say that it was healthy and good!)
I was dying of embarrassment.
I wish from the bottom of my heart that I could just fall down, hit my head, and forget all about it.
I can’t even imagine what use a handkerchief would be, because I’m too scared to use it.
The duchess’s apologetic face, in which she said she was sorry for being such a son, flickered in the corner of my mind, making it even more painful.
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