TTOTV

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The recipient was the Grand Duke of Berg and the source was the Duke of Polvas.

Seria quickly flipped through the papers and was immediately surprised.

'It's quite comparable to Duke Howard. But this is normal.'

The Metis flower was also located in the third line of the first chapter. The other things were only as good as the Metis flower.

Maybe the matter of agreeing to take back the land of Polvas to get the Metis flower on purpose.... 'That's not true, is it? I think that's a bit much.' But the rest of the list was a bit eye-opening.

"Lesche, you should have chosen something other than Metis Flowers. This one, this one, or maybe this one would be better?"

Lesche snatched the compensation list from Seria's hands and tossed it lightly to one corner of the desk.

"I'm glad I didn't show it to you." (Lesche)

"...Do I look like a corpse in your eyes?" (Seria)

Instead of replying, Lesche lightly picked Seria up and sat her down at the desk. Their gazes roughly met. Lesche's red eyes, bathed in the glow of the office's lights, shone from multiple angles.

"I want to show you how my heart was scorched every time you couldn't get up."

"...Is that why you chose the Metis flower for me?"

"Yes. Seria."

Lesche took Seria's hand and raised it to his chest. She could feel his heart beating beneath his clothes. Her fingertips tickled and she felt like she was rubbing his heart deeply. Lesche lowered his head towards Seria...Seria closed her eyes spontaneously.

Seria finally pushed away Lesche's lips, which kept chasing hers, and she let out a light breath. Lesche's hands grabbed her wrists.

Seria looked into Lesche's eyes and whispered.

"...You said you brought Metis flowers because you were worried about my health..." (Seria)

At the same time, Seria swept Lesche's thigh with her knee. She could feel the raw strength in Lesche's hands as he gripped her wrists.

"Are you really worried?" (Seria)

"I won't do it if you don't want me to." (Lesche)

"Are you sure?" (Seria)

Seria smiled mischievously.

"This wasn't your purpose, was it?" (Seria)

It was only for a moment. As soon as Seria thought that Lesche's eyes were suddenly cloudy, he kissed her without warning. A firm hand wrapped tightly around her back, trapping her in his chest. Instantly, her breathing chest went up and down significantly. Heat rose in her face. It was hard to breathe with their attached lips. Her hands on Lesche's shoulders reflexively tightened.

"Ha..."

Lesche's hand stroked Seria's thighs and then climbed upward. His eyes stare at her. The way they did when he took off the gloves they Kalis gave her.

"If you were a little healthier, you wouldn't be able to get out of bed." (Lesche)

His voice was low and seductive. Lesche bit her ear and released it. The wet sound sent shivers down her spine. She could no longer tease him when she stroked his hardened member. Lesche was already paying no attention to that.

He pulled down the ribbon on her dress. Lesche bit her soft mounds inside. Seria was a little worried that he could hear her heartbeat against her chest. She tried to unbutton Lesche, but he grabbed her hand. He kissed the inside of her wrist.