Teasing Phrolova

Kexi dragged Phrolova through the long corridor in a flurry.

Just as they turned the corner of the courtyard, they bumped into Lucia, who had just returned from Everard Bank.

Lucia was still holding a stack of ledgers. Her eyes lit up when she saw who it was. She was about to greet them when Kexi didn't even look at her and pushed her away.

"Make way."

Lucia was pushed so hard that she swayed to the side, slipped, and fell hard on her backside.

The ledgers were scattered all over the floor. She sat down angrily, watching Kexi drag a strange woman away into the distance, her face full of questions.

Not even an apology! Young master, you've gone too far!

"Who is that woman? I've never seen her before. And she's wearing a maid outfit from Montelli?"

Lucia rubbed her sore bottom and got up from the ground, her expression changing from bewilderment and anger to vigilance.

"Could it be some vixen who seduced the young master? Or perhaps he brought back one of his mistresses?"

As she was lost in thought, Carlotta walked over.

"Lucia, have you seen where Kexi went?"

Lucia: "He went off to fool around with some bad woman."

Carlotta's brow was furrowed so deeply it could trap a mosquito, and her fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

Kexi's room.

He kicked the door open and threw Phrolova onto the bed. Phrolova crashed onto the soft mattress, and before she could even get up, Kexi was already standing by the bed, looking down at her.

"Take it off," he uttered.

Phrolova's face flushed red. "You!"

"What do you mean 'what do you mean'? Hurry up and take it off. Do I need to teach you?" Kexi's tone left no room for negotiation.

Phrolova gritted her teeth, trembling all over. She glared at Kexi, her mind flashing back to Luna's methods and the image of Kexi tearing her clothes.

Forget it, resisting will only lead to being tormented by this bastard.

She closed her eyes and resignedly began to undress.

Maid outfits fell to the ground one by one, exposing large areas of fair skin to the air.

Her shoulders and collarbones gleamed softly under the light, and her body trembled slightly with shame.

Kexi was stunned.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he stared intently at her before finally managing to utter a sentence.

What are you doing?

Phrolova was stunned, then shouted in a mix of shame and anger, "Didn't you tell me to take it off?!"

"I asked you to help me take off my coat!" Kexi pointed innocently to the coat she was still wearing. "Who told you to take it off yourself?"

Phrolova's face turned completely red, even her neck and chest were tinged with pink.

She grabbed the blanket and covered her chest, her voice filled with despair and shame. "Why didn't you say so sooner!"

"So that's what you were thinking." Kexi's eyes changed, from shock to amusement, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up. "Phrolova, you're so sexy."

"I didn't! You're the one who didn't explain yourself clearly!" Phrolova was so angry that her eyes welled up with tears.

"Really?" Kexi took a step forward, her knees resting on the edge of the bed, and leaned closer to her.

Phrolova panicked. All the ruthlessness she'd shown moments before vanished, replaced by a thin blanket separating her from Kexi: "You... what do you want to do?"

"Guess what I'm going to do?" Kexi grinned mischievously. He reached out and pinched Phrolova's chin, lifting her face up, then lowered his head and kissed her directly.

Phrolova's mind went blank for a moment, and she instinctively closed her eyes.

She tightened her face and held her breath.

But after waiting for a while, there was nothing on her lips.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Kexi looking down at her with a smug, malicious smile on his face.

"And you still say you're not." Kexi gently rubbed her chin with her thumb. "When I kissed you, why didn't you dodge?"

"I... I just didn't realize what was happening." Phrolova turned her face away, her voice weak and hurried.

"Really?" Kexi leaned closer again.

As his face drew closer, Phrolova felt his imposing presence make her shrink back.

Her eyelids seemed to close suddenly, as if out of her control.

Kexi laughed out loud, "Then how do you explain this time? Why didn't you dodge?"

Phrolova suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with rage and shame.

She glared at him for a long time before finally squeezing out a flimsy excuse. "That's because... you were choking me. Yes, that's right. You were choking me."

"Really?" Kexi raised an eyebrow, then lowered her head to kiss him again, though his hand had already let go.

Phrolova closed his eyes for the third time.

Kexi burst out laughing.

He laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking, and his hearty laughter filled the entire room.

When Phrolova opened his eyes, he was already doubled over with laughter.

"I didn't pinch you this time." Kexi wiped away the tears of laughter from the corner of her eyes. "It's just that you didn't want to hide. Or rather, you didn't want to hide."

He leaned closer, so close their noses were almost touching. "Admit it, Phrolova, you're a slut."

"I... I didn't..." Phrolova said angrily, "You did it on purpose!"

Kexi stopped talking.

He extended a finger, lifted Phrolova's chin, and then slowly lowered his head. This time his movements were extremely slow, as if he wanted her to see every detail clearly.

Phrolova's breathing became erratic, and he froze like a piece of wood.

She glared at Kexi, stubbornly refusing to close her eyes.

She didn't believe he would kiss her; that bastard was definitely playing with her.

But his face drew closer and closer, so close that she could even see the shadow cast by his eyelashes.

She ultimately couldn't hold on and closed her eyes at the last moment.

However, the kiss never came.

Kexi's lips slid to the other side just before touching hers, finally stopping at her ear.

"Phrolova."

He called her name softly, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe.

You're so cheap.

"You!"

Phrolova suddenly opened his eyes, filled with shame and anger, and raised his hand to slap him across the face.

Kexi grabbed her wrist.

She raised her other hand, but he easily blocked it as well.

Her chest heaved violently, and her private parts, half-hidden by the blanket, were mostly revealed as she struggled.

"Phrolova, you've exposed yourself." Kexi laughed even more wildly.

"You! Let go!" Phrolova was both ashamed and anxious, her voice cracking.

"Hehe, I won't let go." Kexi's gaze slowly roamed over her body, showing no restraint as he fully enjoyed admiring her face, which was so red it was almost bleeding.

Just when the atmosphere was at its most ambiguous and chaotic, the door was kicked open.

"Kexi! What are you doing?"

Carlotta stood in the doorway, her face ashen.

"Who is this woman? Why is she in your bed without any clothes on?!"