On Her Daughter's Bed

Wolfram looked around as he skimmed through the life-sized dolls sitting in a corner. Eine was asking to store those for now because they scared her. They were beautiful, but she didn’t seem to feel safe around them. If Delta was going to hide, she should be hiding among those dolls.

However, that was too easy. That was why he turned to the bed, where more toys occupied a good third of the space. He walked toward it, the maids keeping an eye on him. The master stood at the side and watched the stuffed animals intently. When he spotted a strange fabric tucked underneath one, he already knew Delta was hidden underneath them.

His eyes then looked in the direction of the life-sized dolls. “Well, this is hard. I’m already exhausted from pretending I like going outside.”

“Can we recommend resting in your own room before dinner, Master?” the other maid asked, but she noticed how Wolfram removed his shoes.

“There’s already a bed here.”

Without another second for the maids to react, Wolfram jumped at the stuffed toys. Delta quickly rolled away to evade him, even dropping from the edge of the bed. There were two distinct thumps were heard, but only one of the people groaned in pain. Delta got to her feet with a giggle, while the man squirmed on the bed. The stuffed toys also buried him.

Soon enough, a wooden display rose from the bed, and Wolfram blindly tried to place it down on a drawer surface. Lena had to move in and help him with it as well as what happened to him.

“I’m sorry for taking the prank seriously…” Delta smoothed the dress she wore, hoping that her makeup stayed on her face.

“I took it seriously, too…” Wolfram sat up and slowly placed the stuffed toys back. However, he was holding onto his chest as if he was hurt.

Lena figured something happened, especially when Wolfram found a wooden block on the bed. “Erm, I will ask for someone to bring ice. I’ll get the kit, too.”

One of the maids joined her in raiding the estate for the needed items. The last maid in the room stayed until she walked out to greet Eine in the hallway. Strangely, the room was emptied—leaving Delta and Wolfram on their own.

Wolfram opened his button-up shirt and saw how big of a bruise he got. He even wanted to laugh at the stupid injury. It was partially his fault, anyway.

“That looks bad.” Delta sat closer and tested the tenderness of the bruise. Since Wolfram wouldn’t hiss, she figured it was not worth the worry. They only needed to press ice on it. She then met the gaze of the man… especially when she found the burn mark from the stun gun days ago.

“Are you making a scorecard on my body? Is this how you want to leave marks of ownership? I’m not even yours.” Wolfram snorted as his flawless skin now had another blemish. It was even caused by the same woman, one who was strangely brutal.

Delta brought her gaze back to the smooth chest in front of her. It still smelled of that body spray that reminded her of chocolates. Right, even from a closer sniff, it did give the same scent.

The skin was so smooth, and the bruise and burn mark was indeed hard to look at. It’s just that it had a different effect on Delta. The cream color was making her hungry. Before she knew it, she already planted a kiss just above his collarbones.

Wolfram was only focused on scolding Delta, but the woman stared at his chest so intently. When she moved closer to press her forehead and cheek against him, he didn’t even say anything. He was not angry; he was curious. More when she even moved her head again to kiss him above the collarbone.

“…” The man wanted to ask, but she shifted her weight to lean closer to him. Her arm reached behind him, and she pressed her breasts against his body. Then she started sucking on his skin.

“Will you wake up if I talk?” Wolfram whispered, his hand reaching to cup the side of her corseted waist. It was hard and boned, but he caressed it anyway.

Delta slowed down, realizing what she was doing. She would pull back from shyness, but the man was not even pushing her down. They were sitting on her daughter’s bed, and it was too easy for a man with that strength and body to overpower her. Nonetheless, he was not doing anything.

No, he couldn’t be uninterested. The way his hand stroked the side of her waist felt sensual. He was not saying anything, but he indeed liked the feeling.

“I’m awake.” Delta slowly got to her knees to balance her body better. She was still sticking close to Wolfram, one hand on his back and the other on his shoulder. The woman smiled a little before sending another kiss on Wolfram’s neck.

Wolfram chuckled, but he stayed unmoving. This woman was so strange. Did seeing the traces of her inflicted injuries turn her on? Then again, they were on her daughter’s bed. There was no way he wouldn’t throw it out if something got on it, right?

In the middle of his reverie, a sharp pain took him back to the room. Wolfram felt like something blunt was trying to rip a chunk off his flesh. When he moved his eyes to find Delta, he figured she was already biting his shoulder.

The pain was not the fuss, and it wasn’t like Wolfram didn’t find it stimulating. Her hot breath was pulsing against his skin, and she squirmed as if disappointed by what she was getting. Soon enough, the skin finally broke, and the taste of blood hit her tongue. Delta quickly latched off the shoulder, her saliva drawing a thin line from her lips to the bleeding skin.

“…if you stab me next, I swear I’m putting you in a straitjacket.” Wolfram only growled lowly. He wanted to wipe off the blood and the drool, but looking at it was making him freeze. The skin grew red from the injury and the heat. The woman in front of him wasn’t even trying to clean—

Lick. Delta grew closer again and began licking the blood as if her saliva would help the wound. It was just that Wolfram gently used a hand to push her face off. “You’re only infecting it. The maids will patch it up. You just need to think of an excuse.”

“An excuse?” Delta mumbled, her brows frowning in Wolfram’s presence for the first time. Then she relaxed them before smiling at the handsome man in front of her. “Isn’t it bad enough… that you’re almost topless next to me?”