"I have taken a liking to this wonderful scent and wish to smell it from the source."
Kiba requested her as he let go of her hand.
"And I will be forever grateful if you allow me to."
"....." Constance turned red from embarrassment.
On the other hand, Steve wondered if her scent was really that wonderful for an Alpha of Dr. NTR’s caliber to compliment her like this.
Kiba stood patiently for a response but received none. Steve found this awkward.
Why does his fiancée have to act like a nervous teenager?
Couldn’t she reply positively to such a simple request?
"I’m sure she would be happy to fulfill your request," Steve replied on her behalf. "I’m right, ain’t I, dear?"
Constance froze, unable to believe what Steve just said. Her mind flashed with the only way to fulfill Kiba’s request, and it made heat rise within her.
No! She was an aristocrat! She has embarrassed herself once by doing shameful things in the washroom! But never again!
"Sorry, but I feel I’m about to hit by a backlash again," Constance said as she regained her composure. "So I will take my leave."
She felt this was the only way to get out of this situation.
"Another backlash?" Steve was startled. "Let me help."
"No need," Constance stopped him. "I only need some rest."
After saying this, her body turned into a series of afterimages, and she disappeared from the corridor.
"......"
Steve didn’t know what to do. She has left him with Kiba, and he couldn’t just leave without offending Kiba.
"Please don’t feel bad for me."
Kiba said as he realized Steve was caught in a dilemma.
"Situations like this are normal, and I’m glad she has a strong support system in you. As for my request, we can postpone it for some other time."
Steve’s face brightened.
As an aristocrat, he didn’t fear any Alpha, certainly not here. But even then, he didn’t want to offend an Alpha and make an enemy.
Now seeing Kiba so understanding, he sighed in relief.
"You are a nice man," Kiba said with a kind smile. "And soon, I’m sure you will be a very Good Husband."
"Ah! Thank you!" Steve was pleasantly surprised by the compliment. "I will do my best."
Kiba patted him and teleported away.
✻✻✻✻✻
Constance appeared on the floor above and raced through the corridor filled with giant statues.
As she was about to pass a statue of Soverigness Hestia, a hand pulled her, taking her with surprise.
She gasped, and before she knew it, she was pinned to the statute, once again face to face with Kiba.
"It isn’t good manners to leave without replying."
Kiba whispered, his lips just a hairbreadth away from hers.
"Especially when one is patiently waiting for a request."
Constance was both embarrassed and angry.
She lifted her hands to push him and felt he would resist, but to her surprise, she easily succeeded. She was free!
"I’m not here to force you."
Kiba said as she didn’t move away from her position. He placed his hands on either side of the statue, holding her there without touching her.
"Then why are you here?!" She demanded while feeling no need to push him again.
"To confirm what we really started many hours before," Kiba replied, his mouth closing to hers. "You felt it, and so did I."
"...!!" Constance shivered as she recalled that feeling. It has put her body on fire, making her yearn for his rain of love.
"I can’t!" She forced herself to say as his mouth lingered before hers. "I’m engaged!"
"Don’t worry."
Kiba took her face between his hands and looked into her eyes.
"I don’t mind."
"...!!"
A part of her mind screamed, telling her he obviously wouldn’t!
She was the one who engaged!
Not him!
This thought didn’t linger for long, as subconsciously she leaned up, moving her lips to his. But she then stopped at the last moment!
Rationality was reviving in her mind, warning her of the consequences of giving in to her wanton desires.
She was an aristocrat and not some commoner! She has a way of life, guided by a high sense of morality, unlike those low lives from the other strata of the society!
Alas, her stopping so close to Kiba’s lips resulted in him taking the lead. He kissed her soft, delicious lips, setting them on fire with his fiery pit of passion.
"Mmm!"
Her heart skipped a beat, and the pulse welled up from there, surging through her lips. She started kissing him back, charging his lips with her current of desire.
Kiba tingled from head to toe, and he reached for her raven hair.
They were softer than silk, held by a clip, and as he pulled the clip, they fell on her back like a waterfall.
His fingers slid through them to arrive on her back, lingering sensuously on her exposed, creamy back. A chill ran through her as his fingertips rubbed there, causing goosebumps to spring up.
This made her yelp amidst the kiss, and he slipped his tongue between her lips, tasting her sweet mouth.
Never has she been kissed so e.r.o.t.i.cally, and the sensual overload made her forgot to breathe. She started breathing through her nose, gasping for air as he explored her mouth.
Minutes later, she didn’t even realize when the kiss ended, and he pulled his tongue back.
Seconds passed, and she finally realized the kiss was over. She looked at him and saw him looking at her.
No, he was actually peeling off her clothes with his eyes, wondering what she was hiding underneath that strapless gown.
There was an absolute desire on his face, like she was a luscious fruit he has been waiting to devour from eons.
This caused her adrenaline to surge like never before, turning her on by leaps and bounds. She jumped on him and wrapped her legs around him, her tongue directly invading his mouth for relief.
His hands slid up her thighs, slowly approaching the source of her wonderful scent. As he touched her covered ass, current surged through her, tantalizing her nerves.
As pure pleasure jostled into her, the dying rationality in her mind erupted with fury.
"N-no!" Constance’s face went pale, and she jumped up. "I can’t lose my purity!"
She landed on the hand of the statute of Soverigness Hestia, looking at Kiba like he was a taboo.
"Purity? You mean v.i.r.g.i.nity?"
He lifted his head back and started laughing.
"This is funny! Men and their stupid fascination with v.i.r.g.i.nity!"
Constance was shocked, more by his words than his laughter.
"Aristocracy is associated with power – the power to do one as please!" Kiba remarked amidst his laughter. "Yet, you are so weak that you can’t even do what your body wants!"
"!!!" Constance’s eyes widened.
"I feel pity for you. Your body autonomy is far less than the women from the lower strata," Kiba said with a smirk. "Ironic, isn’t it?"
Constance’s face turned rigid.
He was implying what she considered character was actually weakness!
"This is not about weakness or irony! It is about honor!" Constance defended herself. "Giving into l.u.s.t is a sign of weakness and disgrace, not at all suiting an aristocrat!"
"Really?"
Kiba smiled and appeared on the statue’s hand. Startled, she backed away, but behind her, there was only the wall.
"Then tell me, who decided giving into desires is weakness and keeping yourself ’pure’ is honor?"
Kiba asked as he slowly approached her.
She didn’t reply, nor she tried to move to the side. Instead, she moved to him as something inside her snapped.
It was the shackles of her mentality!
As his question lingered, she knew what she has to do.
Stopping before him, she pulled the zip of her gown down... and looked at him as it fell down.
Kiba whistled...