A Match Made in Hell

II

Ron stirs awake on the cold side of the bed. He spent the night with the lady he saw fighting with thugs while high on aphrodisiac.

He was supposed to ignore her, but she surprised him with how she moved and fought despite being on the weaker side.

She's fascinating. Even when she was under the influence of an aphrodisiac, she fought her way to become a beast like him.

Who was he to turn down such an offer?

She was the one who approached him first.

Ron smiled and looked down at the shirt he ripped during their passionate one-night stand. She was small in stature, and no one would have thought she was a fighter. Her hands appeared to be holding a sword, and she was skilled with other weapons as well.

He was reminded of his father nagging him to marry.

He'd shared the bed with a lot of women before, but she was the only one who treated him like this.

"I've been abandoned, eh?" he chuckled.

Most of the women who shared the bed with him would do anything to tie him up. But this woman, this brazen woman, left him alone and cold in this dingy room.

Did she just use me to relieve herself?

But he was her first. Ron couldn't believe that someone actually did this to him. He was her first man, and he had this pleasant feeling having her first. The women he used to spend time with were unlike her. She's the first one he had alone.

It'll be difficult to find a woman with platinum blonde hair. Much less, if she's a warrior, she'll be difficult to track down.

Oh well, he's not too bothered by it.

Molran specialized in assassination and information gathering. He can track her down whenever he wants.

"I never expected to find you in such a dingy room," Silvester Molran grunts as he enters the room.

"It was urgent; my adorable little woodland sprite was rushing."

His father gave him a disapproving look.

Ron had always been a player. Because of the nature of their home, his son even mastered the art of seduction. Even if he doesn't want to, he'll sleep with a woman, especially if she's their target.

But Silvester never forced his son to marry.

Ron even stated unequivocally that he would marry for love.

"Wait a minute, you're smiling."

"I am." This is the first time Ron has smiled like an abandoned bastard.

"Anyway, I'm looking forward to meeting that girl," Sylvester said with a smile. Although his son likes the mercenary named Noel, he simply smiled, as he usually does when that mercenary stands in his way.

He took the clothes that his father brought him. His next target would be the Marquis from the Mogoru Empire. He'll drop by the pub to take some weapons. It's just one of the pubs guided as such, but in reality, they're smugglers of weapons.

"I'll go back home then."

"Alright. I'll be back soon."

He jumped out the window and dressed up in his tuxedo. He walked into the pub on 14th Street.

The female employees all adore him. He was aware that he was attractive, and that he needed to maintain his appearance in order to complete the majority of his missions. While everyone's attention was on him, one girl in the pub turned away. It's almost as if she didn't notice his presence.

People like this are the ones in whom he is most interested.

He approached the bar counter and placed his order,

"One beer."

"One Beer Coming!" said the woman as she smiled at him.

She may be dressed conservatively and wearing a bandana, but Ron is not that stupid to recognize this woman.

Her chestnut-colored eyes, as well as the three moles on her neck.

She had some kiss marks on that part, which she appears to be unaware of. He sounded like a pervert, but he wanted to make some more flowers bloom on her porcelain skin.

[A/N: They're thoughts of perverts limited to one, Daddy Ron! Hohohohohoho]

She handed the beer to him and smiled at him.

She's not meeting my gaze.

He took the beer but brushed his hand over hers. It made her draw her hand, but he kept looking at her. Her chestnut-colored eyes are really beautiful. It reminded him of the mercenary he once saw on the battlefield. But that mercenary had brown hair.

"Why did you run?"

"Huh?"

"Feigning innocence, huh?"

He finished the entire glass of beer before standing up and pulling her close to him.

His breath sounded heavy over her ears. He holds grudges. Especially when he's being treated this way. He never imagined himself chasing after a woman whose first time was his.

"This is the first time I've been treated this way."

The dark chuckles made the woman tremble, but she lacks the strength to push him away. Her body recognized him. She looked stunning with her flushed cheeks and that glare.

Ah. I want to break this girl and make her moan uncontrollably for me.

"Interesting."

He met her gaze squarely in the eyes. His thumb brushed against her lips, lightly parting them. He smiled, thinking of thousands of dirty thoughts on how to make this woman submit to him. He got chills thinking about her all bound up and begging him to do more. It triggered something in him.

"I shall come back again. What's your name?"

She simply stared at him. She didn't say anything; instead, she just stared at him.

"Those eyes are beautiful, Sweetie, and you're such a fascinating person."

Unfortunately, his tastes are more twisted than it appears.

She was about to retort when Ron snapped and brushed his lips against hers. Before she can respond, a long, passionate kiss lands on her lips.

He forced her mouth open with his tongue, oblivious to the onlookers watching his steamy scene. He can hear her lewd mewls attempting to flee, but he firmly grips her head, as if preventing her from fleeing. He pressed his lips against hers, their tongues clashing like wrestlers attempting to pin each other.

He deepened the kiss, devouring her every moan and grgroanHis hand grabbed her bandana, revealing her beautiful platinum blonde hair. He held her close, wanting her very being.

He felt her weight and let go of her, leaving her to fall on the floor, but he didn't let go of her. He kissed the woman's wrists and smiled benignly as he glared at him, wanting to kill him.

This girl never ceased to captivate him.

"Fufu. Adorable. My name is Ron Molran, and I'll be back soon, Sweetie," he introduced himself.

The man simply chuckled and walked away with a satisfied smirk.

He really is a son-of-a-bitch!

This is the first time he's ever felt this way, other than when that mercenary poked her greatsword at him.

"They're definitely similar for two different people," he muttered as he rode the carriage in coachman disguise, "I'll pay her a visit once I get back."

It'll be nice if he can pin her to the bed again.

Ah. I'd like to leave my imprint on her.

That woman is very appealing to him.

TBC

AUTHOR: DYING WITH THIS MADNESS. RON SUPREMACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!