The Warrior's Kiss [Part -2]
Leon didn't hurry it. He just leaned in, soft lips brushing softly against hers, lingering for a moment or two. Then, slowly, he drew back.
His eyes drifted down to her face. Flushed. Her eyes were confused, surprised… and something else. A flash of pleasure.
A slow grin twisted his lips, but his heart was still pounding in his chest. He hadn't meant to kiss her. It wasn't a tactic—it was instinct. A rush of feeling.
But as the passion of the moment wore off, a cloud of doubt was awakened in his chest. "What if she didn't enjoy it… this whole scheme—to get her to come to my side—could be doomed before it's even begun."
But seeing her face in front of him now—he knew. He hadn't erred. And the system verified it.
And just in time—
[Ding!]
[Mission triggered by the host's bold action.]
A metallic chime clanged sharply within his mind.
[Ding!]
[Mission Triggered: Screw Duchess Nova]
[Goal: Screw Duchess Nova and make thoroughly yours]
