Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

Chapter 110: The Favorite Shirt Incident

Behind Lucien, the air began to shimmer.

Dust that had been lazily drifting through the room suddenly started glowing green. Tiny emerald specks of light swirled together until the image of a fox appeared.

It sat gracefully to the left of the table, its fluffy tail elegantly curled around its body, watching Lucien with an almost amused expression.

Mirabelle, who was currently drifting somewhere far beyond reality, didn’t notice it at first.

Her body was hot.

So unbearably hot that she wanted nothing more than to tear off her clothes.

But she knew it wouldn’t help. The heat wasn’t outside. It was inside her.

Beneath her skin.

Every touch of Lucien’s fingers. Every movement of his tongue stoked the fire burning inside her.

By now, she no longer cared how loudly she moaned or whether anyone could hear her.

Her legs pressed against Lucien’s hands.

Her toes curled around the edge of the table.

She felt as though she were falling...

Even though her back remained firmly against the tabletop.

The sweet scent of the fruity desserts blended with the intoxicating fragrance of desire and sex.

Lucien felt as though his trousers might burst at any moment. Yet he had no intention of doing anything about it.

Every tiny twitch of Mirabelle’s muscles...

Every sound he drew from her...

Only fueled his desire further.

He could have continued forever.

But through their bond, he felt that Mirabelle was standing at the very edge.

And with unmistakable satisfaction...he tipped her over.

Fireworks exploded beneath her skin, and colors danced before her eyes.

Every muscle in her body trembled uncontrollably as an overwhelming wave of relief washed over her.

Breathing heavily, she felt the climax roll through her.

Only slowly did her senses begin pulling her back to reality. The world returned one sensation at a time.

First...

The breeze.

It wandered lazily through the rose hedges, brushing cool fingers across her flushed skin before disappearing again. Loose curls tickled her temples as they danced in the gentle wind.

Then came the birds.

She hadn’t realized they had continued singing all along.

One perched somewhere high above her, filling the afternoon with bright, carefree notes, while another answered from deeper within the garden.

Next...

The bees.

A slow, contented hum drifted from blossom to blossom, accompanied by the heavier, lazier buzzing of a bumblebee making its determined rounds through the sea of roses.

Mirabelle blinked.

Above her stretched an endless blue sky, interrupted only by drifting white clouds and the occasional branch swaying gently overhead.

The scent of roses slowly reclaimed the air.

Not just one fragrance.

Hundreds.

Fresh blossoms warmed by the afternoon sun.

Soft notes of honey.

Green leaves.

Damp earth beneath the hedges.

Somewhere nearby lingered the comforting aroma of black tea, cinnamon, and citrus.

It mingled with the sweetness of blueberries, peaches, butter, and freshly baked pastries that still rested untouched on the elegant table around her.

A porcelain cup gave a faint clink as the breeze shifted the lace tablecloth ever so slightly.

One rose petal floated lazily across the white fabric before coming to rest beside a silver spoon.

Everything looked almost exactly as it had before.

The three-tiered cake stands still stood proudly.

The delicate pastries remained perfectly arranged.

Crystal bowls shimmered beneath the afternoon sun.

Only a few scattered curls and a handful of slightly displaced rose petals hinted that time had continued moving within this little sanctuary.

For one long, peaceful moment...

The world simply existed.

Quiet.

Warm.

Beautiful.

As though the rose garden itself had patiently waited for her senses to find their way back.

While her eyes were still fixed on the sky and one arm lazily shielded them from the sun, she turned her attention back to the fox Beastman.

"So..." A smile tugged at her lips. "How did you like your punishment?"

A quiet chuckle escaped him.

"Punishment?"

He tilted his head.

"It felt much more like a reward."

His smile was instantly mirrored on Mirabelle’s face.

"Maybe...

It was a little bit of both.

Lucien: "So..."

She looked at him expectantly.

"Have I restored Lucien’s honor?"

"Hmm..."

The lynx female pretended to think about it before propping herself up on one elbow again.

As she did, her eyes landed on the emerald fox projection.

It was now lying flat on the floor, its head resting between its paws, ears perked toward her as it watched attentively.

For a brief moment, it threw her completely off.

’I definitely need to ask Pebbles what these animal apparitions actually mean.’

She hurriedly pushed every thought of the octopus mascot out of her mind. The last thing she wanted was for the system spirit to suddenly appear.

"I don’t think we need Ryan anymore."

She winked at the male.

Lucien’s heart skipped a beat. He had been unbelievably lucky with his female.

He had seen far too many female Beastmen hold grudges against their mates for weeks... sometimes months... regardless of whether the males had actually done anything wrong.

It often made males overly cautious around their partners.

And if he was being completely honest with himself...

That had been part of the reason he’d kept quiet.

From childhood onward, males were taught that what a female didn’t know couldn’t upset her.

And now that exact lesson had come back to bite him.

Fortunately, he’d been able to make amends.

And if making up always looked like this...

"Maybe I should get into trouble more often."

He flashed her a mischievous grin.

Mirabelle understood immediately.

"So that I can..." She smiled knowingly. "...punish you more often?"

Lucien nodded.

Grinning, Mirabelle pushed herself up a little farther, caught his collar, and used gravity to pull him down toward her.

His Beast instincts reacted instantly. He caught himself on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush her beneath his weight.

Mirabelle turned her head and whispered into the fox’s ear:

"You don’t have to get into trouble to be intimate with me."

His tail twitched.

The tiny movement sent a ripple through his entire body.

His restraint suddenly seemed far more fragile than before

And Mirabelle noticed... because the bond echoed his excitement before she even saw his tail move.

And because his hardness pressed against her center.

She drew her bent legs together, effortlessly trapping the Beastman where he was.

Warmth immediately surrounded him.

He had nowhere to go.

But...

He had never wanted to stay somewhere more.

"It seems someone didn’t get enough attention today."

Her voice melted into a soft purr.

Every hair on Lucien’s body stood on end at the seductive sound of her voice. A pleasant shiver raced down his spine before settling low in his stomach.

"Would you be so kind as to give me your attention?"

Lucien’s eyes sparkled mischievously as they searched Mirabelle’s face.

She tightened her grip on his collar and pulled his lips back to hers.

This time, the kiss was softer.

More tender.

A sweet tingling sensation that felt like being gently caressed.

The world seemed to shrink until only the quiet rhythm of their breathing remained. For a heartbeat, even the birds in the garden faded into the background.

Her hands began wandering across Lucien’s chest, over the soft fabric of his shirt.

The fine fabric slid smoothly beneath her fingertips, warming under her touch. Beneath it, she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Then, all at once, she was overcome by the desire to feel his bare skin.

She hesitated for the briefest instant, savoring the anticipation before her fingers finally moved.

This time, she was the one who grabbed the row of buttons.

With an audible RRRIP, she tore his shirt open. Copper-colored buttons flew in every direction.

One landed with a cheerful clink inside one of the white-and-blue teacups.The sound made both of them smile, absurdly domestic amid the elegant tea party they had completely forgotten.

Another sank softly into the slowly melting whipped cream atop one of the little cakes.

The rest disappeared, glittering, among the blades of grass.

"Hey," Lucien protested against her lips. "That was my favorite shirt."

"Oh?" She raised a teasing eyebrow. "But now it’s my favorite shirt."

With those words, she placed her hand against his firm abdominal muscles.

Warmth met her palm immediately. She traced the movement of his breathing for a moment, fascinated by how easily she could feel every inhale and exhale.

The fox Beastman hissed through his teeth.

A growing grin spread across the lynx female’s face as she explored the contours of his stomach.

Their eyes met. Neither of them spoke. Somehow, the silence felt far more intimate than any teasing remark could have.

Meanwhile, Lucien had to put every ounce of self-control into not releasing himself right then and there in his trousers.

His hips began to move in slow, circular motions against Mirabelle’s center.

As the overstimulation gradually subsided, every measured roll of his hips sent fresh sparks racing across her skin, awakening every nerve all over again.

Their movements found an effortless rhythm, as though they had been dancing together for far longer than either of them cared to admit.