Chapter 496: Blushing, Brawling, and Bound ( 496 )

Buddy squawked proudly beside them, stomping on the ground like he was judging everyone quite seriously.

Still holding Javier’s ankle tightly, Liana leaned her sharp gaze toward the side.

Right at Buddy.

Buddy, who had been happily squawking and fluffing his feathers smugly, froze at her stare.

His wings stiffened.

His head jerked up slightly, eyes widening.

Without a word, Buddy slowly backed away—one heavy step at a time.

Step.

Farther and farther, until he was a “safe” distance from Liana’s icy glare.

He plopped down heavily near the supply crates, trying to look very, very innocent.

Pikko and Peanut joined him, squawking softly in agreement.

The three Pekkos sat side-by-side, like guilty students lined up outside a principal’s office.

Buddy fluffed his feathers and pretended to be totally absorbed in a nearby tree.

Even Pikko and Peanut lowered their heads slightly, as if to say:

We saw nothing.

“Young Master~,” Liana cooed sweetly, her calm voice chilling in its sweetness.

She kept the ankle lock tight, tilting her head slightly with a smile that sent a shiver down Javier’s spine.

“Tell me… why did you pick up more girls? Hmm?”

Javier flailed even harder, desperately tapping the ground with his free hand.

“I-I didn’t!!” he shouted, voice cracking.

“Gyaarrrh!! My ankle! My ankle!! I swear, I didn’t invite them!!” he yelled.

“They—they just followed me!! I didn’t ask for this!”

Liana tightened her grip a little, applying just enough pressure to make him twitch.

“I— I— Gyaaarrh!!”

“What was that, Young Master?” Liana asked softly, almost whispering, her tone dangerous.

Javier, face pressed against the dirt, struggled to speak.

“I—I—They followed me!! I didn’t do anything!!! I was just on a mission!!” he cried desperately.

Meanwhile, Gloria sat gracefully atop Mimi and Delya, smiling sweetly at their squirming figures, not letting them move an inch.

She leaned in a little closer, voice soft and playful.

“Ara~ so you both are in heat, chasing after our Young Master~?”

Mimi’s ears twitched.

Delya’s face turned a bright red.

“Umm… umm… eekkk!!! My hand! My hand!!!” Mimi squeaked as Gloria gently twisted her arm with frightening precision.

“Yes! Yes! We chase him! We chase him!!” Delya confessed loudly, tears almost forming at the corners of her eyes.

From the ground, Javier shouted desperately.

“See!! I’m innocent!!” He pointed weakly with his free hand, still trapped under Liana’s ankle lock.

Liana, unfazed, simply adjusted her grip, twisting his foot just a little more.

Javier yelped.

She leaned down closer, her emerald eyes calm but sharp as blades.

“But still…” she whispered softly, her voice ice-cold.

“You slept with them.”

Javier’s mouth moved—open and close like a fish out of water.

He wanted to argue.

He wanted to explain.

But every word he thought of only made things worse.

The outpost captain hurried toward the chaos, responding to the loud noises and confusion.

“What happe—”

He froze dead in his tracks.

In front of him, the chaotic scene stretched out:

Javier, the Young Master of Armand, helplessly trapped under Liana’s perfect ankle lock.

Mimi and Delya, pinned firm into the dirt by Gloria, who smiled so sweetly it made everything seem all the more terrifying.

Buddy, Pikko, and Peanut sitting at a distance, pretending to be rocks.

The captain’s mouth opened slightly, unsure whether to be worried or just pretend he saw nothing.

He quickly turned stiffly toward the nearest guard.

“Ah… the sky today… looks blue and bright, right?” he said, voice unnaturally cheerful.

The guard, catching on instantly, nodded rapidfire.

“Y-Yes, Captain! Very blue! Very bright!”

The captain smiled nervously, whistling softly, then began strolling past the scene with exaggerated nonchalance.

He kept his gaze fixed forward, posture perfect—trying to pretend absolutely nothing was happening.

Because—

It involved Liana and Gloria.

More importantly—

It involved the Young Master.

Smart men understood better than to interfere.

“Young Master~,” Liana called out sweetly.

Too sweet.

Javier, still pinned under her, gulped audibly.

“Umm…”

Liana smiled warmly, but the dangerous glint in her eyes betrayed her softness.

She shifted her sitting position on his back—making sure he couldn’t slip free.

“Planning to complete your harem, are you?” she asked softly, silk in her tone.

Javier flinched.

“You already have me—an elf.” She held up one finger.

“And Gloria—a human.” Another finger.

Her gaze drifted to the two squirming girls still pinned by Gloria.

“That little demon girl…” she nodded toward Delya, “and that stray cat girl…” she added, glancing at Mimi.

“What’s next, Young Master?” Her voice lowered, dangerously gentle.

“Dwarven princess?”

“Halfling princess?”

“Maybe a dragon princess while you’re at it? Hmm?”

Javier’s soul nearly fled his body.

He shook his head rapidly, hands waving desperately.

“No! No! I’m not collecting anything! I didn’t even want this!! They just keep sticking to me!!”

Mimi and Delya, still pinned down, shouted in unison.

“We chose him!”

“He’s innocent!”

Gloria, sitting calmly, gave a soft, deadly giggle.

“Ara~ so adorable. Young Master is popular even when he doesn’t want to be.”

“Just for a few weeks…,” Liana said softly, still sitting calmly on Javier’s back, her tone sweet and composed.

She tilted her head slightly, eyeing Gloria with a gentle, knowing smile.

“And now you bring more girls home, Young Master~ What a playboy~”

Javier whimpered pitifully, unable to protest.

Liana’s eyes gleamed mischievously as she asked with honeyed sweetness,

“Right, Second Wife?”

Gloria giggled softly, brushing imaginary dust from her skirt as she kept her hold on Mimi and Delya.

“Ara~” she purred, voice like a lullaby, glancing at Liana with a teasing smile.

“Just because he thinks he’s handsome…” she echoed in a gentle, singsong tone, “he’s turned into a magnet for girls.”

She sighed dramatically, faux-exasperation in her voice.

“This is dangerous, First Wife~.”

Liana nodded gracefully, still effortlessly pinning Javier in place.

“Indeed, Second Wife. We must be stricter from now on.”

“Very strict,” Gloria replied with an elegant smirk that made Mimi and Delya visibly shiver under her grasp.

Javier, trapped beneath Liana, could only stare at the ground in silent, miserable acceptance, feeling the weight of his impossible situation.

( End Of Chapter )

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