Chapter 40

Braden gazed at Adela’s pierced ear and grinned.

“Do you like it that much?”

“It’s a couple piercing.”

Who would have thought an artifact meant to prevent poisoning could be such a romantic item?

It was strange, but Adela was happy if Braden was happy.

“You seem to like it more than my gift.”

Adela pouted for no reason.

“Ah! Would you like to carry a dagger too? Is a dagger too big? How about a miniature like my sword? If you coat the tip with poison, even a small one would be useful.”

“Couple items. Hmm, that’s a good marketing idea. Lasve is a place where a lot of couples visit.”

Adela muttered, struck by a sudden idea.

Even Braden, who seemed uninterested in couple items, liked this, so other couples would too.

“I shouldn’t forget this. I should carry a memo pad.”

Adela fidgeted nervously.

“I’ll remember. So focus on our date. You said you wanted to see the Sky Garden.”

Braden led Adela up the stairs to the Sky Garden.

The Sky Garden was a must-see spot in the Lasve neutral country. In barren Lasve, grass and trees didn’t grow. There were no mountains.

So they built a series of terraced balconies, raised high and linked with water channels, turning them into a garden full of flowers and trees.

From afar, the palace-shaped Sky Garden floating high in the air looked like a small wooded mountain.

In a place with no grass or trees, flowers bloomed and fruit grew year-round—a remarkable artificial structure.

“They’re selling mangoes.”

Adela pointed to a stall with mangoes.

“Want some?”

“Yes.”

They approached the stall.

“Fruit? Juice?”

Braden asked.

“Hm.”

Adela considered seriously.

“Both.”

Braden chuckled and bought both.

“Good choice. The juice is cool with blended ice, and the fruit is ripe and explosively sweet.”

“Eat a lot.”

Braden stroked her hair, charmed by her cuteness.

“I’ll miss this when I go back to Edel Kingdom.”

Adela’s voice was wistful.

“The mangoes?”

“All the things I did here. Sometimes it feels like a dream. It’s so unreal.”

Adela sipped her juice through a straw.

The refreshing sensation down her throat, the sweetness filling her mouth—it was vivid. Yet she felt like she’d wake up tomorrow in her bedroom at the palace.

“Should we get our portrait drawn?”

Braden pointed to the street artists specializing in portraits—common at tourist spots.

“A portrait?”

“Of us together.”

“Who keeps it?”

Adela, unusually, showed a bit of possessiveness.

“Just ask them to draw two.”

Braden poked her nose with his finger.

“Ah, I feel like a fool at times like this.”

“You’re pretty, so it’s fine.”

“What are you saying?”

They laughed and approached the artist.

Soon, each of them held a similar but slightly different portrait. They framed them and even cast a preservation spell.

Adela’s face was full of satisfaction.

“Now that we’ve shown off our affection to everyone, shall we go somewhere private?”

“Did you come out on purpose today?”

“Yes.”

He had someone to show it to.

A mischievous smile played on Braden’s lips.

Braden glanced at the reporters keeping their distance but circling nearby. They would surely aggravate Marquis Adamante.

***

The place Braden brought her to was unexpectedly a luxury l*ngerie shop. The interior looked like it only dealt in the finest jewels.

In fact, the price of the underwear rivaled that of many jewels. Since it was hard to choose underwear with someone else, the shop operated by reservation—no wonder it was expensive.

There were no clerks in sight, so customers could browse in comfort.

Adela passed by mannequins dressed in various styles and colors of underwear, examining them closely.

“They’re so beautiful.”

The designs were very provocative and bold, but the delicate lace was stunning. This was art, not just underwear.

“I’ll pick yours, you pick mine.”

She’d once begged to see him in s*xy underwear. He’d promised, and now he was keeping that promise.

“I don’t know what to choose.”

“Just pick two today.”

“Okay.”

Adela nodded.

After choosing, she rang the bell and the manager appeared.

“I’ll prepare the new items for you. Please wait a moment.”

The manager said, and soon returned.

“It’s ready. This way, please.”

Smiling, the manager led them to a small room. It was decorated in an exotic style, with dim red lighting.

“Have a wonderful time.”

The manager left.

Adela looked confused.

One wall was a mirror, in front of it a long, plush cushion. On the adjacent wall was a white sofa, and on the side table were the underwear they’d chosen, neatly arranged.

“What is this place for?”

“It’s a kind of service room. You’re supposed to wear the underwear you picked and have s*x.”

“There’s a place for that?”

“This is Lasve. It’s so popular, reservations are full.”

“Haha, yes, Lasve. The land where every fantasy comes true.”

Adela shook her head.

“Of course, if you don’t want to, we can just leave.”

His face showed how much he wanted to see her in the underwear she’d picked.

“No way. Hurry up and put it on.”

Adela pointed to the first pair of underwear she’d chosen.

“Does it even make sense to cover your p*nis with a tiny scrap of cloth?”

“It does. Put it in my p*ssy wearing that.”

Adela spoke plainly, her voice clear and pure, as if she knew nothing of er*tic matters.

At first, she’d been so flustered, but now, with a noble expression, she easily asked him to put it in her.

But his body reacted shamelessly. His p*nis stood er*ect.

Just from a few simple words.

“You’re getting naughtier.”

“You trained me this way.”

Adela finished speaking matter-of-factly and started peeling off her dress.

Thinking of her wearing the underwear he’d picked softened Braden’s mood a little.

Braden also stripped off his clothes and picked up the underwear assigned to him. They were a silver thong, with a pouch for his p*nis.

Well, easy enough to wear.

Braden put on the underwear without much thought. His p*nis was so hard it took a moment to fit it into the pouch.

“Are you done? Need help?”

“All set. It’s just a bit small.”

“Even though it’s extra-large? I’ll have to get custom-made for you.”

Adela reclined on the sofa.

She wore red underwear. Maybe it was the white sofa, but the sensual atmosphere was even stronger.

Her see-through l*ngerie revealed her heaving br*asts, cute n*pples, and full hips.

With the garter belt, she was so stunning it made his heart race. It was a beauty that should never be shown to anyone else.

No wonder people spent so much on these disposable, expensive undergarments.

Braden was impressed.

He finally understood why the wealthy spent money on such things.

“The elephant’s trunk is up.”

She giggled, glancing at Braden’s p*nis.

Braden frowned. Yes, the pouch holding Braden’s p*nis was shaped like an elephant’s trunk.

The designer truly had odd taste. Elephant’s trunk, of all things.

And Adela had chosen it.

“Cute.”

She called his proud manhood cute, which made him like it even less.

Braden’s eyebrow twitched, but she lifted one leg and placed it on the sofa. The center of her panties slid open.

Her back reclined against the cushion, body tilted slightly, legs provocatively spread, the split revealing a vivid pink blossom.

Braden swallowed. Like this, her intimate area looked even more enticing.

“So this is how you can do it without taking them off.”

She peered down at herself with curiosity.

She rested her hand on her thigh, stroking toward her groin. Her pale fingers touched the pink bud, gently circling the petals before parting them and moving to the center.

Braden’s gaze followed her hand. He felt as though he was licking her with his tongue. His mouth went dry, and he licked his lips.

She was growing more seductive.

Just watching her made his arousal surge, his er*ction swelling so much the pouch felt ready to burst.

‘These d*mn panties.’

“What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to lick me?”

She spoke in a sweet, melting voice, smiling brightly, as if she didn’t even know what the word meant.

The gap between innocence and seduction drove him wild.

“I should.”

It was one of his pleasures.

Adela watched him kneel in front of the sofa.

No one had ever defeated the large, muscular gladiator, yet he willingly knelt before her.

He buried his sculpted face between her legs, sucking her sweetness and tasting her nectar.