The Honest Pervert Strikes Again
By now, Felberta’s breathing had become slow and even.
Her shoulders had completely relaxed.
The tension that usually accompanied every touch from a man was nowhere to be found.
She looked as though she might drift off at any moment.
Sensing that Felberta was about to fall asleep, Julian instinctively gave her ass a light slap—her ass jiggled like jelly, and he enjoyed the sight way more than he should, but then he said,
"Don’t fall asleep. How does your body feel now?"
The moment his hand landed, he blinked.
[...Damn.]
[It’s become a habit.]
[It’s all Binaca’s fault. She’s always smacking my ass out of nowhere, and somehow, I ended up doing the same.]
But he enjoyed the way her ass jiggled like jelly so much that he gave her ass another little slap, just a sly, light one, watching her ass jiggle again with that same soft, hypnotic ripple.
Fortunately, Felberta was still half-asleep and didn’t even notice his shameless little habit.
Her body remained blissfully relaxed, though the playful pat left a faint, lingering soreness on her backside.
It wasn’t painful—just a mild, unfamiliar ache that made her shift ever so slightly before unconsciously dismissing it.
Several seconds passed before her beautiful crimson eyes slowly fluttered open.
Her body still felt pleasantly sore from the treatment, yet lighter than it had in years.
Every breath came more easily.
The constant pressure she had unknowingly carried for so long seemed to have simply melted away.
"I feel... much better," Felberta murmured, her voice soft with lingering drowsiness. There was a trace of lazy contentment in her tone, a quiet sense of relief she hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
Julian’s grin immediately widened.
"See, my treatment is effective. Even though you still dislike men in your heart, at least your body doesn’t reject... I mean, you’re not allergic anymore."
Felberta looked at him quietly from shoulder.
There wasn’t the slightest trace of hostility in her eyes.
Instead, there was simple gratitude.
"Julian, thank you."
"Ah, no need to thank me, your alredy paid me anyway," Julian replied with an easy laugh.
Even though the D’Aurelius family was wealthy, money was never too much, right?
Felberta found herself speechless.
Sometimes this man seemed a little shameless.
Sometimes he flirted without restraint.
Yet beneath all of that, he was surprisingly sincere.
Compared to the countless hypocrites who hid behind polite smiles, his straightforward honesty felt strangely refreshing.
After thinking about it for a moment, she reached a simple conclusion.
He was a genuinely honest pervert.
Perhaps because she felt too comfortable, Felberta Ashbourne was simply too lazy to get up.
Still lying on her stomach, she reached back without turning over and lazily pulled the blanket toward herself. The soft fabric slid over her back and hips before settling comfortably across her body, shielding her from the cool night air while leaving her head and shoulders exposed.
She rested her cheek against the pillow with a contented sigh.
One arm slipped beneath the pillow to support her head, while the other remained stretched lazily across the blanket. Her long black hair spilled over the pillow in soft waves, and the peaceful rise and fall of her breathing gave the room an unusually tranquil atmosphere.
Julian D’Aurelius remained seated on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking slightly beneath his weight beside her legs. He casually flexed his sore fingers, silently thankful the treatment had finally come to an end.
Felberta turned her head just enough to look at him from the corner of her crimson eyes.
Her voice was quiet, carrying the lingering laziness brought on by the massage.
"What do you think will happen to my brother?"
Seeing Felberta willingly start a conversation, Julian immediately understood what that meant.
The treatment had worked.
Her body no longer instinctively rejected the presence of a man, and more importantly, she was now comfortable enough to continue talking to him naturally.
That alone was an excellent sign.
"Your brother, huh?" Julian rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "How should I put it?"
He remained silent for a few seconds before suddenly snapping his fingers.
"Let me tell you a story."
Felberta’s sleepy eyes brightened ever so slightly.
"Go ahead."
The word "story" unexpectedly stirred an old memory.
When she was little, her father would often pat her gently on the back while telling stories until she drifted off to sleep.
Of course...
She certainly wasn’t comparing Julian to her father.
She simply found herself wanting to hear what ridiculous story this shameless man was about to come up with.
Julian cleared his throat dramatically.
"Once there was a wealthy man with three sons. To choose the most suitable heir, he gave each son a hundred bucks."
His expression became unusually serious.
"His only requirement was that they use the money to fill an empty room."
Felberta listened quietly.
"In the evening, the wealthy man returned home."
"The eldest son had already finished his task."
"He spent the hundred bucks on a can of liquefied gas. The moment he opened the valve, the gas spread throughout the entire room."
Felberta nodded thoughtfully.
"Then the second son returned."
"He bought a huge sack of flour."
"He tore it open and threw the flour everywhere until the whole room was filled."
A tiny smile appeared on Felberta’s lips.
Julian continued with a perfectly straight face.
"The wealthy man panicked and was just about to drag everyone outside..."
"...when the youngest son walked in holding a lit candle."
He paused dramatically.
"That day, the whole family met Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother."
For a heartbeat...
The bedroom fell completely silent.
Then—
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