An interrupted pleasure, while an unwelcome development, certainly reduced the enthusiasm for rushing into things.
Holding the mobile phone he’d just hung up, Feitan’s gaze deepened, a storm brewing in his golden eyes.
Seeing his Adam's apple bob, Melors watched as his face suddenly pressed down, his teeth biting hard into her lower lip. As their lips parted, his tongue brushed her lip line, a fleeting touch that felt as though it hadn't happened.
Without further actions or words, Feitan immediately got out of bed and put on his cloak.
Before stepping away, he glanced back. Melors hadn’t sat up. She lay on her side, propping her head with one hand, maintaining that pose as she watched his every move of getting out of bed and dressing.
Her bath robe, which he’d loosened earlier, was still askew. Although the parts usually blurred in news reports were covered, there were too many uncovered areas, adorned with marks and other suggestive traces. It was evident that Melors had thoroughly enjoyed herself before encountering Feitan.
This was both a provocation and... an enticement.
A surge of fire rose within him, a mix of anger and unbearable frustration, with the former clearly dominating.
Based on Melors’ three previous instances of leaving without a word, Feitan knew she was utterly untrustworthy. Therefore, this wasn't so much an "enticement" as it was "teasing." If the Rorster couldn't control her, she would be quite brazen, even targeting the leader. Did she even have any regard for the Phantom Troupe? Damn it, he wanted to finish her in every sense of the word, to teach her to be more compliant.
Feitan turned his head away, no longer looking at her. He scaled the outer wall and detoured back to his own room, opened the door, and then proceeded to Kororo's room.
As expected, the Rorster was waiting there as well. The topic was indeed the ruins. Feitan was the only one who had entered the deep pool at the end of the dead end. After researching relevant materials, Kororo and the Rorster had some questions about that deep pool and the giant beast within.
His loose cloak, usually used for concealing weapons, now served another important purpose—masking his physical changes.
Due to the intense suppression of his anger, the throbbing sensation wouldn't subside anytime soon, persisting even after Kororo and the Rorster had finished their questions.
The brevity of the questioning was also a factor. Normally, it wouldn’t cause any disruption. What bad luck. If only the call had come a little earlier…
His mind and body were both unusually agitated.
Most of the time, Feitan never needed to suppress his desires; he had the strength to act recklessly.
And the roadblock that appeared on his path was undoubtedly something that displeased him and that he wanted to eliminate immediately.
What if he couldn't eliminate it?
Melors was a member of the Troupe. As long as she remained a member, she wasn't someone he could eliminate.
But at least he could… at least he could finish her.
His toes shifted, and Feitan’s figure vanished from his spot.
Scaling walls and breaking into rooms was the Rorster’s forte. His second entry into the room was as familiar as the first. There were signs of someone having lain on the bed, but the person was no longer there.
The expected outcome brought no surprise. She wouldn't have gone far in less than three minutes. Feitan was about to set off to track her, but an unexpected item on the bed made him frown.
Picking up the triangular piece of pure white fabric from the bed, its residual warmth and moisture caused Feitan’s frown to deepen.
This was likely not lost but deliberately left behind.
“…” Without needing to search, Feitan knew roughly where she had gone.
Although he couldn't be completely certain of the exact person, she would likely use other Troupe members as shields, which would make it inconvenient for Feitan to act.
Hmph, quite clever. Just don’t let me catch you next time, or I’ll surely make you regret being born into this world.
Wrapped in a killing chill, Feitan tore apart the pure white fabric in his hand.
Returning to his room and opening the door, before turning on the lights, the moonlight already illuminated a figure in front of him. The small silhouette with long, flowing hair was quite unique within the Troupe; it was unlikely to be mistaken. However, the figure had concealed its aura, making further identification impossible.
He closed the door with a click.
“Melors?” As a precaution, he used a question.
His phone in his pocket received a message. He took it out to see it was from Melors: Have you finished your business?
As he checked the message, the figure turned around and walked into the range of the phone screen's light. Her exquisite, doll-like face was slightly different from usual; her pale pink lips were very red, or rather, they looked swollen.
Melors bit her lower lip again, a habit when she was unhappy. When her displeasure was milder, she would purse her lips.
“Ah—sorry,” the Rorster lightly patted his head. “You’ve been waiting long, haven’t you?”
My, my, how rare. Her lower lip is all swollen from biting.
“What did you need me for?” the Rorster pressed the light switch on the wall by the door. “If you have something, you can text or call. Unless there’s no signal, I’ll check my phone immediately. There’s no need to stand here waiting.”
Despite his smiling face, the Rorster’s attention wasn’t truly on Melors. Melors was exceptionally perceptive to such hidden coolness; she had gained extensive experience with it from her mother in the "real world."
Melors raised her hand, grabbed the Rorster’s ear, and made him focus his gaze. Then, Melors opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. A black spider with twelve legs clung to her tongue.
“!” The Rorster’s eyes widened.
So the tattoo was on her tongue? Yes, Melors had mentioned in her message that she was "considering getting it on her chest," but hadn't finalized her choice.
“So, 'you wanted to tell me alone' meant this,” the Rorster’s smile finally reached his eyes, his emerald pupils sparkling. “You’re quite mischievous, intentionally making me misunderstand.”
Melors was very skilled at using "surprises," the Rorster thought. After he and Feitan returned from outside and passed through the corridor, they hadn’t detected any auras, assuming no one was in the adjacent rooms. So, they went to ask the leader if he needed help with his work and stayed to assist. Consequently, they never returned to their own rooms, inadvertently leaving Melors waiting until now.
Sigh, a single thought. If only I hadn't knocked on the leader's door directly after coming back!
He really was an idiot! Melors not sending a message was obviously meant to express "surprise"!
“I’m sorry, Melors, I didn’t know you were here,” the Rorster’s apology was more sincere this time. “Sigh, I was waiting in my room earlier, and I didn’t get a reply from you. I thought you wouldn’t come, then Feitan called me out, so I went. Then I went to help the leader with his work… I didn’t expect to keep you waiting this long.”
“It’s my fault, my fault.” The Rorster bowed his head, clasping his hands. “Why don’t you pinch me a bit harder to vent your anger? I promise I won’t resist!”
Several seconds passed. Melors made no move. The Rorster subtly raised his gaze and met Melors’ puffed-out cheeks. Because her lips were also redder than usual, she looked particularly vibrant.
She was genuinely unhappy, unhappy because of me. She clearly has emotional perception disorder… How cute!
The Rorster chuckled and laughed out loud. He stretched out his arm, catching Melors as she tried to dodge, and pulled her into his embrace. The Rorster, 180cm…
But why did she react like that last time, and then run away?
Was it really because she hadn't met a good partner?
Tsk, what a waste.
The Rorster was determined to explore her potential!
However, Melors seemed unwilling to give him the initiative this time. She raised the bath robe belt she had just taken off and intended to blindfold the Rorster.
Last time, he had blindfolded her, so this time she wanted to return the favor and regain the upper hand?
No choice, he’d play along. The Rorster was very good at doting on his girlfriends; his exes had all given him rave reviews before they broke up.
Thinking about it, the Rorster was accustomed to taking the lead with his girlfriends. Despite having tried many variations, he himself had never experienced being blindfolded and guided by someone else. In the darkness, his tactile sensitivity reached its maximum. Melors’ hands were soft and smooth, making him anticipate the delicate touch of her other skin, igniting his eagerness.
As he touched the bed, the Rorster had just raised his hand when the feel of fabric wrapped around his wrist. Judging by its width, he surmised it was Melors’ bath robe belt.
Yes, returning the favor. The beginner Melors was imitating the Rorster’s previous lesson, tying his hands.
She learned quite quickly.
Wait a minute, she wouldn’t have brought props, would she?!
The Rorster suppressed the urge to ask. What if Melors hadn't brought any? Asking now would just remind her.
“Mel…” The Rorster decided to say something else. “I’m so nervous. Please… be gentle with me.”
The response was a tender kiss.
Like a thirsty traveler journeying through the desert, as the kiss began to leave, the Rorster, with his hands bound, could only lift his chin and desperately grasp for the kiss.
Losing the initiative, and the feeling of the other person being elusive, was quite agonizing for the Rorster, who was used to controlling the rhythm of the bed.
He tried several times to break free from his bonds, employing both gentle persuasion and firm insistence, but Melors suppressed him using her body.
Later, Melors, perhaps tired from playing, finally allowed him to free his hands amidst his soft pleas and coaxing, returning the initiative to him.
However, his eyes had to remain covered.
“This doesn’t hinder me at all.” Aside from sight, the Rorster had other abundant senses to confirm Melors’ body, ensuring he wouldn't mistake the interacting parts.
The layout of the hotel room was simple. The Rorster remembered it after seeing it once. Grabbing Melors, he pushed her against the wall, reducing her scope for escape.
The satisfaction after enduring torment and obstacles was more fulfilling than ever. The Rorster bit Melors’ ear, tightened his arms, and locked her tightly in his embrace, as if to melt her into his body. “I’ve got you… Melors…”
Let’s go until we’re exhausted.
The ex-girlfriends had all given rave reviews about the Rorster’s stamina.
But Melors was the first girlfriend whose stamina surpassed his.
Melors went to take a shower.
The Rorster knew she was a clean person.
… Couldn’t we cuddle a little longer before you go wash?