Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

96. Kiss x2

Grace's views on love and sex are not open.

On the contrary, in a chaebol family with solidified power, she holds rather conservative ideas.

She is not opposed to intimate behavior, but she is always slightly shy and resistant to overly intimate behavior.

She was once a young lady who had received good etiquette and education, so subconsciously she hated frivolous and dissolute behavior.

So, Miss Irene, the predecessor who had once had intimate intercourse with her and penetrated her soul, particularly enjoyed exploring Grace's ecstatic and wanton posture when she succumbed to desire.

Irene would deliberately tempt her to fall, would guide her to make pleasant sounds, and would be keen on making her pretty cheeks flush.

Irene likes kissing, and Grace will half-heartedly cater to her, because they are in a romantic relationship.

But it's different now.

Afro is a different existence.

She is not a lover...

So kissing is not allowed, and hugging is also not allowed.

If I were to cling to such warmth... If I were to become someone who was blinded by superficial care...

Running will stop, and at the same time, your most terrible weakness will be exposed to unpredictable others.

The ambiguous cage created by the quiet night, silvery moonlight and warm bodies wrapped Grace like a big net that made it difficult for her to breathe.

The soft and warm lips did not do anything too excessive or out of line.

It seemed to be just an act of anger caused by Afro's drunken and rude attempt to block out what he said.

But those long eyelashes and the pretty face with rosy cheeks were magnified in the dim vision and occupied all the beats of Grace's heart.

At the same time, Afro broke Grace's ideas even more unscrupulously.

She gently used her pink tongue on her lips, leaving a unique soft feeling like a dragonfly touching the water.

Grace's helpless and astonished fingers shrank back on the bed sheets as if defeated, sinking deeply into the soft mattress.

My back was pressed against the headboard, with no way to escape, and my ears were burning.

In the absurdity, Grace's red pupils widened in a trance, like an ambiguous and seductive breeze blowing in her face and blowing away her rationality.

At this moment, the atmosphere was heated and turbulent.

Afro's breath fell on his face at close range, rapid and hot with the smell of alcohol. His long, slightly curly golden hair fell on his neck, giving him a slightly itchy feeling.

The lingering and sticky silence is more unbearable than silent teasing.

It makes people feel uneasy.

Boom, boom, boom. The madly racing heart is reminding people of the forbidden fact in the darkness where one can hear a pin drop.

The soft fingertips rubbed along the cheeks burned by alcohol, as sticky as a lover.

As a woman, and as a woman who has long rejected physical contact, excessive intimacy will instead bring about more sensitive feelings.

The temperature, the touch, the breath, every feeling made Grace instinctively reject it from top to bottom.

However, the broken body trapped between the powerful legs had no way to break free from the perfect body blessed by the goddess.

Afro did not play by the rules and invaded step by step, using sincerity as a weapon, and seemed to break through his whole body and mind like a frog in boiling water.

Grace felt inexplicably frightened, as if a hedgehog had revealed its softest belly on a cold winter day.

She began to become anxious and panic. Her calmness, which had allowed her to deal with everything rationally, was destroyed by the unknown emotions and she became indecisive.

Grace placed her delicate hands on Afro's shoulders and finally made a decision.

She pushed Afro away cleanly, her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, and her cold voice lost its original calmness as she asked angrily:

"Aphrodite, do you know what you are doing?!"

"You! Get off me right now!!"

Unfortunately, Grace's power is nothing compared to Afro's.

Blessed with a good physique, Afro was only pushed away a little bit. She quickly stabilized her body by grabbing the girl's slender wrist.

After all, if Afro was a weakling, it would be impossible for her, as a woman, to run in the illusion for a long time holding Grace in her arms like a princess.

"Hmm? So fierce..."

A dissatisfied and aggrieved question uttered from her nose, and Afro tilted her head pitifully, her sparkling eyes narrowed drunkenly.

"Obviously...Obviously it was Grace...you kissed me first."

Grace struggled to move her body on the bed, pulling her arms constantly, trying to break free from Afro's shackle-like hands that were locking her wrists.

But the gap between people is too big.

Just like a heavy mountain that was mercilessly suppressing the stone monkey, Grace could not escape no matter how hard she tried.

The whole body seemed to be about to melt in the gradually rising heat of Aphrodite alcohol.

She sighed in annoyance, her ears and cheeks as hot as the morning glow in April, and said in a deliberately cold tone,

"Afro, I give you three seconds. Get away from me and don't make me hate you."

Afro was so flustered that his facial features were wrinkled, his golden head was shaking and swaying, and his voice was slurred due to the hangover, which made him sound aggrieved and cute.

"But...I...I just...did what you did to me..."

To be honest, the panic I felt after being forced to kiss was greater than the disgust I felt.

But now Grace's mood was a mess, she was like an ant soaked in a sticky honey pot.

She struggles and floats in this sweetness, and will gradually fall into this sweetness.

In the early days of their meeting, Grace had used such chuunibyou terms as "master, god" to try to create an image of herself in front of Aphrodite.

For Grace, who gradually comes to see the game world as the real world, she doesn't want this to happen.

She didn't care whether Aphrodite believed in gods or whether the goddess really existed.

She just wants to use everything she can to achieve her goal - to trample on the rights that those people cherish.

But people are always kind-hearted.

Afro tried to pick up the broken pieces in her chest one by one. She wanted to piece together her whole self.

This is consistent with the goal required by the system, but it is definitely contrary to what she originally wanted.

Is this really correct?

Grace began to feel confused.

"What I did to you? How is that possible?"

She gradually calmed down and tried to use her faith to awaken Afro's rationality. She said word by word,

"Aphrodite! You know! Your behavior is completely against...the will of the goddess."

"Will your faith and pursuit survive in the future?"

The volume was not loud, but it was enough to be clearly heard by Afro in the quiet bedroom.

But trying to reason with a drunk person is like talking to a cow.

A brain occupied by alcohol will not have any rationality and will simply obey its own inner desires.

"But, but..."

Obviously, when talking about the goddess, Afro's drunken eyes lost their luster. She lowered her head, looking so aggrieved that she seemed to be about to cry.

"Obviously... you started it..."

Is Afro really going to cry?

Grace took a deep breath in annoyance, her slender wrists still tightly handcuffed by Afro in an insecure manner.

She glared at Afro with her cold red eyes that had calmed down forcibly.

"When have I ever done anything like that?"

"you……"

Afro's cheeks flushed red, and he suddenly became angry, mumbling accusations incoherently.

"Why don't you admit it? Grace... you, you, you are so annoying."

Exhaling drunkenly, she lifted Grace's wrist above her head with a bit of drunken roughness and forced it against the head of the bed.

Afro's soft body barely supported the weight and pressed it completely on her wrist, turning her fair wrist slightly red.

Grace looked up at Afro who was gradually approaching.

In the darkness, the unclear face looked hazy and ambiguous, and she could feel the hot breath slowly approaching.

Afro, do you want to kiss me again?

Maybe for a moment Grace wanted to give in to the ambiguity, but she bit her lower lip hard and said in the most severe and indifferent tone,

"Afro, are you becoming more and more outrageous? If you do something like this, I will really, really hate you."

"Um……?"

Afro's misty and watery eyes looked at him as if he was gazing at a lover, and he had a lonely expression as if he was abandoned.

She immediately apologized softly, "I'm sorry..."

Is that too much? She's just a drunk idiot.

A sincere idiot with a lot of passion... There's no need to say such harsh words, right?

Grace suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

But the next second, she knew that her softness was unnecessary.

Afro is not only gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, nor is she just kind and upright. She is a living person with a slightly dark side lurking deep in her character.

The black and red collar that was invisibly bound around the neck suddenly emitted a dazzling fluorescent blue light in the darkness, as if it had received some unknown induction.

Grace watched as the faint blue light illuminated Aphrodite's cheeks, which were as red as the sunset, and her drunken, blurry green eyes completely revealed her true thoughts.

Afro wanted to get in touch with herself more deeply...

Yes, even during a hangover, the Ring of Sanity still has the power to control the body.

An invisible force urged Grace's stiff body to move.

The □□□ in this guy's head is growing too fast!!

Grace, realizing this, felt as if the blood in her cheeks and ears, no, it should be said that the blood in her entire body seemed to be burning and surging.

It seemed like something was about to happen, so even the air became hot, as if a midsummer heat wave was coming.

Her heart was pounding, but she could only watch her head gradually move closer to Afulo.

Her hands were forced to the head of the bed, but Grace took the initiative to kiss his surprisingly soft lips.

This was the second time we kissed in just ten minutes...

All Afro knew was that kissing meant pressing lips together.

Even though she had only been in love once, Grace knew how a truly thrilling kiss was performed.

Gently knock on the soft door and let your lips pursue a lingering chase in the darkness.

The more you breathe, the more breathless it is, the more your heart beats.

Kiss until the silver thread is broken, and then move down along the clean and white jaw.

Grace's face flushed with desire as she took the initiative in the difficult situation.

The romantic Miss Irene is a great kisser, so Grace was also trained well.

In this long chase, Grace had an absolute advantage. She panted slightly to calm her breathing, and her beautiful heart-shaped lips were a little red.

"Ha ha……"

And the culprit who started it all, his body like melted spring water, pressed against Grace's cold body.

He buried his head in Grace's shoulder like a dog and rubbed it.