"Well… enough for today. Let's go home," he said casually.
Silvara glanced at him, one brow raised. "Finally, you can think for yourself? Good. I was this close to dragging you back."
Lucas smirked faintly. "No need to drag me, I can walk on my own."
They left the barren ground behind, swallowed by the deepening dusk. Lucas stretched his shoulders, patting the dust off his hands.
They walked along the cold dirt road, the evening wind scattering dust and wild grass. The steady rhythm of Silvara's boots echoed, her silver hair swaying, catching the dim light.
Lucas shoved his hands into his pockets, feigning nonchalance. "So… you really can't go home first without me?"
Her gaze was sharp, her voice flat.
"I am your guardian knight. As long as you live, my duty is to guard you. Even if I wished to, I cannot leave you."
Lucas gave a dry laugh. "Hah… so I'm like a pet dog, huh?"
Silvara snorted. "If that's what you think, then at least you understand how low your position is."
Lucas was about to retort, when suddenly a soft laugh drifted from the roadside.
"Young Master…"
Both Lucas and Silvara turned at once. From behind the trees, a mature woman walked gracefully. Her dark brown hair flowed down, her simple village dress hugging her body… but the curves beneath the thin cloth drew anyone's eyes. Two soft mounds looked ready to burst free, while the dress below revealed plump hips accentuated by the fabric's cling.
Lucas swallowed hard. Wow… His modern mind lost to Lucian's body's instincts. His eyes… automatically lowered, staring at the cleavage barely hidden behind the cloth.
The woman smiled coyly. "It's been a while since we played, Young Master. Don't you miss me? Hm?"
She stepped closer, her voice sweet, her eyes smoldering.
"If you want, I can be a good mother to you again…"
Silvara's eyes went wide—bombastic side-eyes.
Her hand almost reflexively moved toward her sword hilt.
The woman introduced herself while closing the distance, her body nearly pressing against Lucas. "My name is Liria. Surely you still remember…"
Lucas froze, his throat dry. He could smell faint flowers mixed with cheap alcohol on Liria's breath.
Don't… don't give in, this is a test!
Lucas steeled himself, his will hardening along with something else inside his pants.
He shook his head quickly. "No… not today."
[DING!]
[+10 EXP, +5 Progression Points]
[Reason: Host resisted a simple temptation that usually made this body crumble.]
Lucas smirked faintly.
But Liria didn't give up. She bent slightly, arching her back, her voluptuous rear lifting until it almost brushed the front of Lucas's pants. She tugged the hem of her dress forward, her linen panties pressing tight, revealing a warm cleft ready to be tasted.
"Are you sure? Just for a little while… I know you've missed this." She bit her lip, glancing back at Lucas with upturned eyes.
"Hmmm…?" she added with a sultry moan, still biting her lip.
Lucas stepped back, his face flushed, but his voice firm. "I said… no. Not today!"
[DING!]
[+20 EXP, +10 Progression Points]
[Reason: Host endured under heavier temptation, proving willpower and preserving dignity.]
Silvara froze, her eyes narrowing. With temptation like that… and he still refused?
A strange thought crept in, Was something wrong with him or... his body? Premature ejaculation? ... Erectile dysfunction? Her lips curled with amusement, almost forming a smirk.
Lucas took a step forward, walking away and quickened his pace, putting distance between himself and the overpowered mommy vibes temptation. Silvara reflexively followed at his side.
Meanwhile, Liria's eyes dimmed with disappointment. She clicked her tongue, then slowly turned away. From a distance, her gaze sharpened with disdain.
"Damn it… my main source of income just slipped away."
Liria stopped at the crossroads, her beautiful face darkening. Her delicate hand clenched the fabric of her dress at the waist, lips curling in disdain.
"Tch…. Normally, one tease is enough to make him squirm like a puppy, but now? He dares to reject me?"
She glanced toward Lucas and Silvara, already walking away. Liria's eyes narrowed, calculating.
"Lucian Voss… don't think you can slip away so easily. I'll drain more money out of you. More than ever before."
Her thoughts churned. For so long, Young Master Voss had been a golden field—her fastest source of coin in the entire village. Every time he stepped into the brothel, the purses of the serving girls overflowed to the brim. Yet these past few weeks… he had vanished. No visits, no word.
Why? What happened? Liria bit her lip. He was her most lavish customer—also the easiest to deceive.
She huffed, then turned back toward home, vowing silently: I'll make you my obedient dog again…
Meanwhile, inside the grand study of Voss Estate.
Baron Voss leaned back wearily in his chair, his fingers tapping against the desk. Behind him, the Baroness stood with a worried expression.
"My husband…" the Baroness broke the silence. "Today… Lucian still hasn't asked for money."
Baron Voss lifted his head, brows furrowed. "You're right. That boy… it's unusual."
The two exchanged glances, confusion mingling with relief.
"Could it be… he wants to ask for something again disgraceful again like three months ago?" whispered the Baroness, her voice tight.
Baron Voss only let out a long, heavy sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. "I don't know. Today he acted strangely enough—said he didn't want his birthday celebrated and instead asked for a vacant lot."
Silence swallowed the room. Only the ticking of the wall clock remained, accompanying the negative feelings of parents toward their degenerate son.