When he opened the door, he saw Beatrice standing in front of it, staring at him.
Strax was only wearing a towel around his lower parts; in fact, he was still a little wet.
"You're awake," Strax said, and before he could say anything else, Beatrice lunged forward and hugged him tightly.
"Oh," he startled slightly, but accepted the embrace, wrapping his arms around her as he felt her body trembling lightly.
It was understandable; Strax put himself in her shoes. She had just undergone something that could evolve into trauma; her life was in danger, and who knew what could happen to her integrity and her body. Honestly, to Strax, he could have even tortured the other two, after all, they had laid a hand on someone who belonged to him.
"It's okay, dear," Strax said, pressing the woman's body even closer to him, so she could feel his warm body. She was surprised, but didn't let go, even though he was still slightly wet, she held onto him tighter.
They stayed in that position for a few minutes. Beatrice was so... defenseless that Strax couldn't do anything but support her.
[The mission was completed. You received Beatrice's Affection]
"The reward is..." he thought, hearing the notification sound...
"I missed you so much," Beatrice said, squeezing him even tighter. "Since that happened... I was so angry, but... I missed you so much." She said, and Strax didn't understand at first, but she spoke a truth.
"You should have taken me away from there," he commented as he hugged her. "I could have helped you overcome the grief; we could have been okay now, and none of this would have happened." Strax said. Of course, he didn't blame her, so he asked, "Was it Oswald?"
At first, he didn't receive any response, but she buried her head in his chest, then came the confirmation. "He said you didn't want to see me anymore. Said you wanted me to die..." She spoke tremulously.
"And you decided to trust him instead of asking me?" He questioned, receiving a small hit on the chest, clearly she was feeling awful, and now he was touching a very deep wound.
"Hahaha, it's okay, now will you trust me?" He laughed, questioning the girl with very light purple hair, who looked at him with her golden eyes.
She was a little shy, but nodded. "It's good that my Beatrice trusts me," Strax said with a smile, and she slightly pulled away. "My Beatrice?" She questioned and Strax laughed.
"Isn't it? As far as I know, we're still engaged, aren't we?" Strax asked with a confident smile while Beatrice blushed.
Strax's words touched Beatrice's heart, making her lift her eyes to meet his. There was a mixture of pain and hope reflected in Beatrice's golden eyes.
"I don't know..." she confessed, her voice was a little shaky; after all, she was still afraid of what happened a few hours ago.
Strax reached out, gently holding Beatrice's face between his large hands. "I understand, Beatrice. But I won't ever leave you alone again." A solitary tear escaped from Beatrice's eyes as she leaned into Strax's comforting touch.
With a smile, Strax wiped the tear from Beatrice's cheek with his thumb. "You're more beautiful when you're smiling."
Beatrice smiled shyly, feeling a comforting warmth spreading in her heart. Strax saw that and couldn't help but say, "How adorable." Beatrice blushed again, after all, she liked him.
Beatrice held her breath as Strax slid a hand down her face, his rough fingers leaving a trail of warmth on her skin. She could feel Strax's racing pulse echoing in her veins, matching the frenetic rhythm of her own heart.
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Beatrice's heart was racing; she was feeling something in that moment, something she had never felt in all her life. "I like you," Strax said, catching Beatrice off guard, then again, "You have to be mine, just mine." He said, making the woman even more euphoric and her heart still beating so strongly.
The words entered her head as if she had been struck by lightning.
Strax began to get even closer to the girl, and "You're only mine," Strax repeated, his voice a whispered promise against Beatrice's parted lips.
"I don't know if I can, Strax," Beatrice whispered, her voice almost lost in the whisper of the wind, but charged with an urgency that couldn't be denied. "So many things have changed between us..."
Strax's breath was uneven as he leaned in, his gaze fixed on Beatrice's parted lips, as if he was about to taste the sweetest of forbidden fruits. The heat of his presence enveloped her, wrapping her in a web of almost unbearable anticipation.
"I understand, Beatrice," murmured Strax, his voice hoarse with a need that matched hers. "But sometimes, you have to risk everything for what's worth it."
Beatrice felt a shiver run down her spine as Strax slid a hand down her face, his fingers tracing a line of fire on her skin. She closed her eyes for a moment, losing herself in the overwhelming sensation of desire that his simple touch provoked.
"I've already said it, you're mine," Strax repeated again, his voice so close that their lips lightly brushed against each other's, as if begging for a kiss.
And it was in that moment of pure surrender that Beatrice couldn't resist any longer. She leaned forward, capturing Strax's lips with hers in a passionate and voracious kiss. It was as if the whole world disappeared around them, leaving only the delicious sensation of their lips melding together in a frenzy of desire and passion.
And in that moment, nothing else mattered besides the warmth of the fiery kiss that consumed them, sealing the beginning of a journey of love and lust that promised to last forever.
[The First Member of the Harem, Beatrice, successfully conquered]
He didn't see the message; he was too focused on the long kiss. Feeling for the first time what it was like to kiss someone, what it was like to feel the warmth of the person, he was also slightly learning about Love.