Chapter 59: Emotional Weapon

Chapter 60: Emotional Weapon

After the short hug ended, he was about to tell her more about this, but her mischievous voice sounded in his ear.

"Hehe, my dear disciple, now I know you clearly love being hugged by your master. I know you have the strength to push me away now—it isn’t like before—but you didn’t. Master feels so good knowing Leon loves it too."

’Why this woman... why is she saying such embarrassing things so straight?’

He was used to being sarcastic, but being loved so upfront and openly was quite new to him, which made him a little embarrassed, as a slight blush couldn’t help but show on his face.

But he didn’t show any weakness despite that fact, and to stop her from playing with him more—which she would likely do now that he had blushed—he made his move.

"Master, I don’t think you really are curious about how I got this strong. Forget it. I thought you would like to know, but it seems you’re more interested in teasing me."

Seraphine, hearing his words, paused in her tracks. It was a very difficult choice for her to make, as it had become hard for her to embarrass her disciple after the first few times she showered him with affection. He had become a bit immune to her hugs with his grumpy remarks.

The blush on his handsome face made her want to hug him more, but the fact that he was being honest with her—she didn’t want to miss that opportunity either. She was stuck, only for a split second, before she made a decision.

She once again embraced him in a hug much tighter than before, as she couldn’t control herself when he looked so inviting.

"My dear disciple, if you really don’t like it, just pull away from my hug. I won’t do it again." Her voice sounded a bit childish, as if she had done it intentionally.

Leon, hearing her childish voice, couldn’t understand how a commander like her could throw so many antics.

He did feel the warm and fuzzy feeling from her hug, but it wasn’t like before, when in his mind, while he hugged her, the constant thought played that she was doing this only to get something from him.

He knew her love was genuine, and so was her hug. It made him feel a bit weird. Even before, when he had reciprocated her hug, feeling her slim waist stirred different emotions toward her. He had ignored it then, but if he kept going like this, he knew it would be bad for his heart.

But he couldn’t pull away now, not after her words had made it hard for him, as it would indicate he didn’t like her hug, which would make her feel bad. He didn’t want that. But he had understood one thing—his master was playing around with him a bit too much.

’What if I can’t pull away from the hug? How about doing something that would make her pull away?’

He had one idea that would definitely work. She considered him as her family. She would definitely stop hugging him; otherwise, he could already imagine being hugged for half an hour.

’Let’s do this.’

It was only his head squished against her soft chest, and a bit of his upper body was hugged by her. With a smooth maneuver of his body, he slid out of his chair without breaking the hug and stood in front of her chair.

The chair was a luxurious one with no armrests, perfect for dining and also perfect for what he was about to do. Right now, he was in an awkward position, his knees bent slightly to match her hug. He was now five feet six inches, not that short.

It was a bold and embarrassing move, but he had to do it to escape from thirty minutes of being constantly hugged by her on and off, as if he were a plushie.

Seraphine was a bit curious about what he was doing while still in the hug, but she didn’t pay much attention to it. Right now, she had to focus more on the comforting hug that was melting her away.

Suddenly, he let his weight fall onto her lap. She had to adjust the hug so now his face reached her collarbone. But that wasn’t all—his body was now pressed against her. She was in her formal attire; she could feel everything. But instead of making her feel awkward, it awakened her instinct more to hug her cute disciple, who was being so nice today.

She smelled him as usual, taking large whiffs of his familiar sweet scent. It was almost addictive to her. Her hug was even tighter now, and knowing he had around the same physical strength as her—or even more—she didn’t have to worry about controlling her strength in this loving moment and could enjoy it fully.

Leon could feel her body all along his front, her softness on his shoulder, and her arms around him in a tight embrace. Instead of making her embarrassed, it backfired on him even more.

"Hehe, I didn’t know my disciple loved me so much that he had become so forward now. It seems the dungeon made my cute disciple realize how precious his master is. Hehe."

He felt quite lucky that she wasn’t able to see his face right now. Feeling how hot his cheeks were, he knew he was red as a tomato. If it were something else—like how much she loved him or how cute he was—it wouldn’t have had as much effect on him.

But instead, her words had too much truth in them to ignore. They made him feel too embarrassed, and the next words made him almost bite his own tongue for a second.

"It seems my lovely disciple is feeling shy right now and doesn’t want to answer me. Don’t worry—Master would be satisfied if you let me hug you as much as you want."

"But disciple, I’m not forcing you or anything. If you want, you can leave the hug. If you don’t like Master’s hugs, I’ll sit in the office afterward with boring paperwork and feel sad about how my only precious disciple doesn’t like me."