VIP Chapter 282 The Spring of the Beast-Eared Maid (5)
“…A response?”
The word was not “unfamiliar” to him; it was his purpose for entering the capital from the beginning, to give a “response” to Treya, who had “Wanted Posters” plastered everywhere.
Precisely because it was not unfamiliar, it caused him a moment of hesitation.
She didn’t seem inclined to pretend that this morning’s “confession” had never happened.
Will watched as Iaar in front of him lifted her skirt and bowed to him.
The maids of the Hysterm Family indeed had a complete set of rules for servants to bow to their superiors, but he had asked Iaar not to do so, so this was actually the first time he had seen it.
“Yes. Please respond to what Iaar said—if you didn’t hear it, Iaar is willing to say it again.”
After a bow, Iaar stood on her tiptoes and suddenly leaned closer to him.
She rested her head on Will’s body.
“Iaar loves Young Master. Forever.”
This action of leaning on him didn’t feel like an embrace between lovers. It was more like a large dog that trusted you immensely, willing to rest its head on your shoulder, yearning for your caress.
“Just as you taught Iaar, Iaar is willing to say all these words too—you told me. As long as I say them all, Young Master will definitely feel this love—”
Her voice began so softly, her tone lowered with a slight huskiness.
“Young Master, you heard it, right? Iaar told you, Iaar likes you very much, Iaar will always love you. That’s right, Iaar won’t take it back, won’t pretend I didn’t say it.”
Her tone suddenly became a little agitated, but it seemed to maintain a state of near-explosion calm at the end.
She raised her head, and Will could see her tail wagging happily.
Will finally understood the source of this odd emotion.
Although she seemed more “normal” than others.
She appeared to have no possessiveness, seeming not to restrict his actions, seemingly not to lock him in a small dark room.
But…
The Iaar now… was the same as… as them. There was clearly the same “color” emanating from her, emitting the same scent as them!
This scent seemed to originate from a “restlessness.”
Her attempt to gouge out his eyeballs stemmed from the “unease” she had spoken of herself.
Her smiling face that seemed to be on the verge of collapse also originated from this “unease.”
And her constant declaration of “love” and demand for “love” from him was also due to this “unease.”
It was precisely this “unease” that was the source of the strange “blackening” on her!
But…
How could this be?
What had happened?
Because he had left and not replied, Iaar had been in a state of mental tension for a long time?
But if it were only that, she shouldn’t have become so sensitive and fragile. It was almost as if she had been “abandoned” once before…
Will’s rapidly thinking brain was interrupted again by an impatient Iaar, who pouted.
“So, Young Master, can you respond to Iaar? This is the reward Iaar wants you to promise.”
She raised her head, her eyes filled with excitement, but in the corners of her eyes were traces of tears she had almost shed when she reached out for his left eye.
“Please, say it. You will always love Iaar, won’t you?”
Her tail wagged faster and faster, and her two wolf ears perked up excitedly.
Will sighed in his heart.
Then he directly reached out and put his arm around Iaar’s waist.
Wasn’t this obvious?
He had no reason to refuse.
Rather, he would respond to everyone.
These women now were his heroines.
They were heroines he had personally nurtured, watching them grow bit by bit.
Therefore, he would not let them become crybaby losers anymore—
“Mm…?!”
Iaar didn’t react and didn’t expect to be scooped up by her Young Master from her waist and lifted into the air.
At this moment, she felt her feet lift off the ground by about a few centimeters.
The sunlight outside the window shone, making half of his face unclear.
“Alright, you probably guessed my answer too.”
“Yes, I definitely will.”
Accompanying his very brief and decisive answer, he bent down—
It was the first time Iaar saw those deep blue eyes so close to her.
In the interval of her breaths, she felt her Young Master’s soft lips.
And the brief touch of their teeth that was able to transmit sound to her brain.
Iaar’s brain began to overload.
It was more overloaded than when Will first slammed the thick book “Blackening 300 Questions” onto her desk, more overloaded than when she first heard her Young Master explain the ancient magic of “Ice Array” to her, more overloaded than when she saw the numbers written in her Young Master’s blood…
Iaar’s heartbeat was fast.
Faster than when she first saw her Young Master at the entrance of the Hysterm Family, faster than when her Young Master first demonstrated how to exhibit “blackening,” faster than when she finally succeeded in saving her Young Master from the bad woman…
Iaar was in a very happy mood.
Happier than when her Young Master first praised her for doing well, more joyous than when she first received a letter from her Young Master knowing he was safe, more excited than when she finally saw her Young Master wake up from lying down…
And so…
As if from the bottom of her heart, she wanted to do this—
She slowly moved her tongue outwards.
However…
“Wait… wait a moment.”
Will pushed Iaar away—an action that was almost instinctive.
Of course, it wasn’t that he couldn’t French kiss. He had been… forced to experience French kisses from Liya and Treya before.
It’s just that…
The tongue of a wolf girl was really different! Very different! Extremely different!
“S-sorry. I… I didn’t expect Iaar to… to stick out her tongue on the first try. I’m a bit, a bit too sensitive.”
Will didn’t dare to look at Iaar’s eyes now; he felt his own face must be burning.
Although the “innocent” Iaar seemed to act as if nothing had happened.
He had just performed a very cool “response to the maiden’s love,” but in this intimate contact, he was the one who had lost because he was too “pure.”
“Mm. Iaar has received it—it’s a response with a very Young Master-like flavor.”
However, Iaar was not sad or disappointed because Will’s kiss had paused.
Instead, she always maintained an “everything is paramount” excitement towards Will—her Young Master.
She was smiling very happily.
Perhaps in her eyes, a Will like this was more like the Will of the past. He always made surprising, extreme moves, but then became very cute because he was flustered.
“Later, Young Master and Iaar have a lot, a lot of time. We can try again step by step.”
Yes, a very gentle, understanding, and obedient Iaar.
However, in Will’s left eye, that faint mist covering her had not yet disappeared.
“Just like the number Young Master wrote, Young Master loves me. He will absolutely not abandon Iaar like Father said.”
“Hm?”
No.
Something was wrong with that sentence.
Did her sentence mean… did it mean that Carver, who seemed to be secretly manipulating everything, had met Iaar?
The person who tricked and deceived Iaar into coming before him…
Was it Carver?
Will grabbed Iaar’s shoulders again.
“Father… no, what did Carver say to you?! No, you… when did you meet?!”
