Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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"By the way, things in the world become unpredictable all the time.

Although I was the one who improved the formula, I couldn't use it in practice, so I was implicitly ignored.

Fortunately, while I was eating only the copyright fees alone, I got very excited when I discovered the possibility that I could use a formula.

So, after Thanksgiving, I stayed in my room all the time, researching divine magic until I reached the point where I could fight against Isidor.

"You would lose to me in nine out of ten duels. I can use any amount of attack-type magic using my divine power, regardless of my magic class."

While smiling and bragging, Isidor ruffled my hair slightly.

"I'll have to be nervous next time. But... do I have to keep fighting with you in the future?"

He asked with a slightly dejected expression.

"It's a joke. I won't do it."

Maybe a puppy threatened by its owner's attack would make that kind of expression.

"I always feel that the princess's jokes are not funny."

"Aren't you attacking your lover too much?"

"The princess was trying to hit my bones."

He grumbled, put on the vest he had taken off for a while to compete with me, straightened his clothes, and put on his glasses again.

"I'm sorry every time, but this style is really good."

Normally, I don't like glasses very much, but it was because of the outfit he made; it had an intellectual charm.

The changing atmosphere and appearance, according to the clothes and hairstyles, were so interesting that I kept looking at him in amazement.

"Isidor."

"Hmm?"

"How about a joke like this?"

I reached for his glasses again, and Isidor raised an eyebrow disapprovingly.

"It's still not fun-..."

I quickly took off his glasses and covered his pouting mouth.

Isidor tightened my waist and hugged me, biting my lower lip several times while letting out a small laugh.

"I guess you found out what I secretly looked forward to."

"Were you expecting something? I had no idea."

"Probably, you don't know how excited I was to hear that the princess would come to the place where I live."

He closed the dressing room door, next to the gym, and slid his lips several times over my neck.

The bold movement of his hand, coveting my body, made my breath quicken, and my toes curled slightly.

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"It's a mess."

After a while, I shook my messy hair and rubbed my flushed right cheek.

"It's just beautiful."

He spoke savagely while licking his red-stained lips, and I returned to the living room after spending the last moments with him.

Soon, the servants arrived with cold drinks and snacks. Throughout the card game, snacks that constantly stimulated my appetite came out, making me feel like I was being pampered by the Visconti family.