Chapter 27 - Not A Beauty (19+)
Isabel collapsed into Agares’ arms with a thud, lifeless as a doll. Agares gathered her into his embrace. The unconscious female had a soft body. He could feel how smooth her skin was as he pressed her body against his torso, and he noted the tenderness of her bosom as well. Her sweet body still gripped his rod in a tight vice even though she was not conscious of the world around her.
He despised sharing his bed with others following intercourse, so it was only natural for him to immediately wash up and leave after concluding his affair with the woman who was his partner for the night—while maintaining his manners, of course. Lying in bed with this woman, however, strangely was not bad.
Her soft, warm body was intoxicating, and he delighted in feeling her weight on top of him. The way she still clenched onto him even after fainting was wonderful. She seemed to have fallen asleep from the exhaustion. Agares unconsciously patted Isabel’s back again.
He smiled without realizing it as he continued to gaze at her sleeping figure. He thought back to when she had asked if he would die if they didn’t do it. When he had first heard her question, he had no idea what she was talking about, but then Agares quickly caught on. That night, he had probably said something along the lines of him dying if his erection was not relieved. Actually, he could not believe he had said that, but he was equally speechless that this woman had believed it.
There was a limit to one’s innocence. She seemed to lack any knowledge about the other gender. He had not realized that there were women out there who were serious about keeping their chastity before marriage. Still, he strangely did not think ill of her decision to do so.
He generally preferred to avoid innocent women. Sure, innocence was lovely, but on the other hand, the associated emotional attachment was suffocating. He was tired of women who believed that giving their bodies to him was a big deal and then tried to appeal to his feelings by asking him to take responsibility for them.
Agares was aware that he was only pretending to be a kind gentleman on the surface and acknowledged that he was rotten on the inside. In some cases, he would have even considered himself an imbecile. Despite his aversion to chaste women, he was fascinated by the fact that he was not particularly annoyed at the extent of this woman’s foolishness. Her clumsy naivety was entertaining and even a little cute.
Her body was also the best among all the other women he had ever slept with before. The face accompanying that body that he was so earnestly searching for…
“…isn’t as pretty as I thought,” Agares muttered under his breath. “Huh.”
He looked down at Isabel as if intent on staring a hole through her. Uniformly closed eyes, an adorable nose, parted red lips breathing peacefully. She was definitely by no means a great beauty. She had a neat figure. She was clearly not a beauty.
“Or is she?”
He felt his manhood stir as he twirled a strand of the long, violet hair splayed out over her pale body. Agares sighed heavily. No, he was not going to do anything despicable to a sleeping person. That much was common sense.
He slowly closed his eyes. The warmth on top of him caused his body to flood with sweet dopamine. A light smile graced Agares’ lips before disappearing.
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Isabel did not realize that a voice was calling her at first. Only after her name was mentioned several times more did she realize that someone was calling to her. This was the first time since she was born that someone called her name so sweetly and softly. Hearing such a gentle tone directed to her felt so foreign, hence she initially struggled to register that the soothing voice was actually directed to her.
“Wake up, Isabel.”
She raised her gaze and looked up to find Agares greeting her. The beautiful man she could only see up close in her dreams was looking back down at her. He was immaculately dressed as usual. His long, neat, blond hair, however, was loose and resting casually on his body, and his hands which were normally always gloved were now bare. His gorgeous locks shimmered in the light. The golden waves blinded her.
Isabel subconsciously reached up to touch his hair. Agares laughed.
‘What a refreshing laugh,’ she thought.
“Are you awake?”
Isabelle slowly nodded her head.
“Are you sure?”
“Ye-es, Your Highness.”
When she spoke, Isabel realized that she had completely lost her voice. She was embarrassed by the sound and covered her neck with her hand, worried that he would find the horribly jarring voice unpleasant.
“I think you should drink some water.”
Agares helped her up and held her in his arms. Only then did Isabel realized that she was still naked. The act of sitting her upright caused the sheets to fall, exposing her bosom. Isabel unwittingly covered her bosom with her hands as mortifying heat rushed through her body.