"...Freedom?"
Altrouge Brunestud's eyes widened in surprise.
To the girl, this had already become quite an unfamiliar word.
After all, Roland was either stirring up trouble or on his way to doing so.
Even though she had prepared herself mentally, her worldview was still being constantly shattered and reconstructed.
After her hopes in the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception fell through, her mouth kept complaining, but the Black Princess's body had already begun honestly adapting to her role.
"Tempting me with a reason I can't resist? What do you want me to do now? ...And if your demands include some new, twisted games again, you'd better not go too far."
The Black Princess's nose twitched as she warned him quietly.
This reaction, entirely different from what he had expected, made Roland pause.
Wait... is my image really that bad?
"Of course it is."
As though sensing his thoughts, Altrouge sounded even more embarrassed and indignant. "Stroking a girl's legs under the cover of a contract while shamelessly declaring that you'll give her freedom-that's strange no matter how you look at it... mm!"
By the end, even her voice was trembling.
The snowy skin of her cheek was flushed as though she were tipsy, and a watery sheen shimmered in her wandering eyes.
Although this was not her first time being treated as a body pillow, she had either been lying in bed or sitting on Roland's lap before.
This was the first time they had both been standing, yet she had lost her balance and could only be held off the ground like an actual little girl.
Since even pounding him with her fists amounted to nothing but feeble resistance, and her legs were caught too, the girl could only wrap her arms around the man's sturdy body and press