Free Web NovelChapter 17: Use me as a bean bag
Norelia didn’t need to look back at Eren’s utterly thrown-off-guard expression as she sat on his lap. She casually opened one of the books she brought, resting it on her knees as if sitting on a noble heir like a beanbag chair was just a daily thing.
"Don’t flatter yourself, pervert," Norelia murmured lazily, aggressively turning the page to hide the fluttering of her heart. "The floor is freezing; your body is unnaturally warm. Consider this a temporary seating arrangement."
Eren blinked once, twice.
Then he smiled, the frustration from the project disaster slowly melting away by the soft warmth of the girl in his lap.
How could he miss this opportunity?
He smoothly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer against his chest. His lips were dangerously close to her ear, his breath tickling her skin.
"Forgive my ignorance, Miss Librarian," Eren whispered with an insufferable level of smug satisfaction. "For the compensation, I ’ll make sure that you can use me as the best, most comfortable seat that Volsver could offer."
Norelia went completely rigid. She couldn’t find a single witty retort to throw back at him. She leaned back her head, looking up to see his face.
"Just read, pervert," she muttered lazily, tilting the book slightly so they could both see the text.
"Aye, aye, Captain—err, Librarian," Eren amended cheekily.
With his head resting comfortably against her shoulder, his blue eyes locked onto the text. Norelia turned pages whenever he tapped her hip.
They stayed in that highly unprofessional position for hours, finishing a mountain of reference materials sprawling around them. Still, Norelia never complained about her makeshift cushion or the hard rod poking, nor did Eren make a single peep about his legs going completely numb.
The coziness of the arrangement was dangerously comfortable.
Finally, Norelia closed the last book with a thud, setting it on the pile beside them. She let out a soft, tiny yawn that vibrated against his chest.
Eren let out a long, exhausted sigh of his own. "Well, that’s all we had, and we couldn’t find a single viable clue."
Norelia leaned back further against his chest, looking up at him from below with a soft expression in her red eyes. "Don’t lose your mind just yet," she muttered lazily, her voice dropping into a comforting tone. "The duchy’s archive is limited, but I know a few journals back at the Academy. I’ll send a request to my old mentor."
Hearing her speak with such effortless determination, Eren couldn’t help himself. He tightened his embrace around her, burying his face gently into the crook of her neck, inhaling another deep, intoxicating draft of her sweet peach fragrance.
"I really appreciate you, Norelia. Thank you for working hard for me."
The petite girl went faintly stiff, but she didn’t pull him away, secretly enjoying this affection.
But he was truly happy.
He played The Throne Hearts and knew how stubborn and lazy this girl was supposed to be.
Under normal circumstances, the player would have to burn through weeks of endless dialogue tracking just to convince her to get her favour. Yet now, she was completely skipping her nap routine, only to find a solution for him.
Who could’ve thought how lucky he felt for the first time in both of his lives.
"Are you seriously trying to dust your hands off with just a ’thank you’?" Norelia grumbled lazily, though she didn’t make the slightest move to untangle herself from his embrace.
"Oh? My bad, Miss Librarian. What exactly are we looking at for proper compensation? Pile of gold coins, or did you want me to engineer other versions of your favorite toys?"
Norelia’s face instantly flared. How dare he tease her while she was stepping out of her comfort zone to console him?
"You absolute, unmitigated piece of trash," she hissed, her small chest heaving.
But as she glared into those mischievous blue eyes, the mortification in her red eyes slowly shifted into something dangerous. A sly, wicked grin pulled at the corners of her lips.
Well, she hadn’t forgotten the thick, rigid rod that had been pinning against her butt for the last three hours. If he wanted to play the shameless rogue, she was more than qualified to change the rules of the game.
Without a single word, Norelia deliberately shifted her weight, rolling her hips back against his lap with a slow precise friction.
"Ngh—"
Eren short-circuited as a sharp gasp caught in his throat. The sudden, direct pressure against his already strained anatomy sent a jolt of shock up his spine.
Norelia felt it thickening more beneath, her grin widened like a true villainess. She shifted again, tilting her pelvis with a lazy, devastating wiggle that ground right into the center of his heat.
"Oh? What’s the matter, Young Master?" Norelia purred, her voice is a sweet mockery that completely flipped his script. She leaned back heavily, letting him feel every single inch of her soft, petite frame.
"For someone who talks so big, you seem to be having an exceptionally hard time right now. Or is it a bit too much for your aristocratic virgin body to handle?"
Eren clamped down her hips, stopping the devastating friction before his lower half completely lost its remaining dignity.
"You’re playing a highly dangerous game right now, Miss Librarian," he muttered. He breathed hard as he stabilized his racing heartbeat.
That didn’t stop her smile. In fact, seeing the usually unflappable brat completely flustered by a single movement of her hips was the most validating high she had experienced.
"Is it?" she whispered, red eyes glowing with an unholy glee.
She slipped right out of his embrace and stood up, and turned around to face him, looking down at the thoroughly stunned noble.
"Get up," she ordered, crossing her arms over her small chest.
Eren blinked, his numb legs protesting. He didn’t understand exactly what she was trying to pull, but he was curious. He wanted to follow this to see exactly where it would lead.
He pushed himself up from the floorboards, towering completely over her petite stance.
Norelia didn’t flinch from his imposing height. Instead, her wicked grin widened.
"You said you wanted to compensate me for my hard work, right? Well, my terms are simple. I want you to assist me with a highly specific, personal research project of my own."
Eren raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. "Oh? And what field of study might we be looking at, Miss Librarian? "
"Well," Norelia whispered, her voice dripping with a level of shamelessness that could rival his.
The petite girl knelt right in front of him and looked up at him through her bangs.
"We are going to conduct a practical, hands-on research session regarding male anatomy," she announced, her eyes locked on his trousers. "Now, pull your pants down and show me your pathetic size and let’s see if it actually matches that massive ego of yours."
Eren looked at her absolute shamelessness, he thought only he was unhinged in the whole manor and now he accidentally brought the inner side of this girl.
Unaware to her, a small smirk appeared on his face.
Well, she asked for it, digging her own grave. He smoothly unbuckled his belt with zero hesitation and pushed the trousers down along with his underwear, fully exposing his hidden assets to the girl practically begging.
The smug grin on Norelia’s face died instantly.
Her red eyes widened so hard that they might pop out of her skull.
Her mouth opening and closing in absolute, tongue-tied horror as the unmitigated reality of the situation crashed through her fictional expectations.
