Albedo's gaze slowly traveled down from Duke's eyes, over the bridge of his nose, before settling once more on his slightly pursed lips, tense with nervousness.
Her fingertip gently brushed his lower lip, the gesture unbearably suggestive.
She leaned in a little closer, the tip of her pert nose nearly touching Duke's cheek, as though she truly wanted to smell some special scent on him.
At such close range, their lips were almost touching, their breaths mingling as the atmosphere turned intimate.
"Hehe~" Albedo looked at Duke and suddenly let out a laugh whose meaning was impossible to discern.
A moment later, she pressed down with the knee resting on the bed, and her body drifted backward as lightly as if it had no weight, landing steadily in the center of the bedroom.
She adjusted her incomparably seductive pure white robe. It was as if she had not been the one pinning him to the bed just moments ago, and her face resumed its lazy, teasing expression.
"Then, until next time, my dear employer~" She blew Duke a kiss.
With a string of delighted, mischievous laughter, Albedo's figure melted backward into a suddenly split seam of darkness and vanished completely.
The bedroom fell silent once more. Duke alone remained sitting on the edge of the bed, as though he could still feel those icy fingertips and smell that rich, secluded fragrance.
He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and only then did his tense body relax. A fine layer of cold sweat had formed on his back as well.
Just wait until I'm stronger than you. Then— Duke thought silently.
If the day truly came when he was stronger than Albedo, he would make her properly experience the treatment a succubus ought to receive.
For now, Albedo was deliberately