I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 134: It's Wrong For You To Be Sexy!!

-Swoosh.

After returning to the bathroom, Merilyn took a moment to catch her breath while submerged in a cold water bath.

Using magic, she could easily rid her body of foreign substances, but cooling the heat arising within was something she couldn't do on her own.

'B-bathe together? Why did I even say that...?!'

Of course, she had occasionally harassed him in the past, but that was because she had the upper hand.

Since this was the first time he had made a request of her, even her usual light jokes had to be taken with caution.

After all, she might end up crossing the line she had always been cautious of with him.

'...Calm down, Mephisto. I was just flustered earlier. He's not in his normal state right now.'

He had somewhat regained his senses after the initial shock, and he had somewhat accepted her explanation afterward.

If he was like this now, he'd surely be able to hold out until her treatment would be finished, and then, a relationship with him wouldn't occur.

'If I follow my heart now... I might not be able to continue the same relationship as we have now.'

Even though she had been looking forward to being with him, it was something that should happen gradually over time.

If she let herself be swept away by impulse, ignoring this, she might end up severely ruining him with her own hands...

'But still, a little...'

With that conclusion and firm resolve, Merilyn emerged from the bathtub.

Her body, chilled by the bathtub, calmed her excitement, but deep down, a very small hope had taken root.

'Someday, there might be a chance for us to be together...'

Not now, but if an opportunity presents itself someday.

With that hope, she wondered if it was permissible to verify it a bit, given the current situation.

"Ah, Merilyn. You've finished bathi– Cough!"

No sooner had she stepped out of the bathroom with that mindset than a gasp escaped his lips.

Afterward, his body stiffened as he stared at her, but at least he didn't lunge at her as he had before.

Whether he was instinctively frightened by her previous retaliation, or had developed some resistance to her power, allowing him to withstand it...

"M-Merilyn. Your clothes..."

"Shh."

Either way, if he could show restraint to not pounce on her, she could confirm her desires.

With that conviction, Merilyn approached the bed he was waiting on and hesitantly sat down at its center.

Her hair was still damp, not fully dried.

Drops of water trailed down her body's curves, and his gaze, following them, was soon fixed on the flesh concealed by black underwear.

"...Woo Hyo-sung."

Even though she was trying her best to restrain herself, the fact that he didn't avert her gaze made it clear.

The emotion clearly perceived from his gaze at this moment was undoubtedly 'desire'.

Even though this was not her demon form, it was still a facet of her, meaning her love was feeling desire for her.