Chapter 13- Third leg(1)

"Kyaah~! Leave me!" Emilia cried out, feeling her body freely hanging on Damien's shoulder with her legs flailing to escape. Her eyes darted to the back of the man, where she kept punching in a struggle.

"Can you do the left too?" Damien chuckled, enjoying the light back massage while he lifted two women on his shoulders, moving through the hallway.

Didn't it hurt, using his weak body to carry at least approximately 100 kg of weight?

Of course, it did, but wasn't he getting a back massage too?

"We've arrived," Damien finally reached the end of the hallway before taking a turn and facing a wall, which revealed a small room for staff members of the hotel. He kicked the door open.

"Wh-what? We did? Fine, now leave me," Emilia, realizing her attacks were futile against this man, felt this was a chance to finally escape his shoulders and come down from such a height. Now, even her abdomen was hurting.

"Let's throw this weight first," Damien said before looking at the floor where some blankets were placed as cushions.

In an instant, he removed his hand from his right shoulder, where it was wrapped around a delicate woman, and she slid from his grip as he hastily threw her away, causing Amelia's body to freely stumble before her head lightly hit the nearby wall.

thud

"Wait! No, not like that!" Emilia cried out, drenched in sweat as she heard Amelia's head hit the wall. Even with the blanket softening the landing, she knew if he threw her the same way, she would definitely get hurt.

"Huh? Why would I even throw you like trash?" Damien, whose eyes glanced at Amelia fallen on the blankets with her disheveled hair, turned towards the butt beside him—he held Emilia on his left shoulder, seeing only her lower body with its struggling legs. He snorted at her words.

Naturally, why would he throw her?

He wasn't some cruel person at all.

"Oh, thank you, but did you call her trash—IEEEK?!!" Emilia felt grateful she wouldn't suffer the same fate as Amelia, but to her surprise, a sharp slap landed on her butt. Her eyes widened, accompanied by a surprised cry escaping her mouth.

"Wait, wait, wait! No, what are you doing?!" She felt his hand, which had just slapped her butt, clench it now. Her pupils trembled in shock, and her hands gripped the back of his clothes, not wanting to think about what her mind was playing right now.

She was alone with this man inside this room (excluding unconscious Amelia), with the way his hand groped her rear tightly clearly meaning he was in heat.

She couldn't imagine what fate awaited her. Her eyes started to turn teary, and her lips quivered as she loosened her body, knowing she couldn't expect any mercy from this cruel man even if she struggled to escape. 'I hate you, Damien Raphael,' her mind repeated, remembering how much she hated this man.

He was evil, who first took advantage of her family's helplessness and now was going to take hers, prompting her to mutter in a defeated tone, "Do whatever you want, but remember this, I will definitely kill you."

'What is she mumbling?' Damien raised his eyebrows, not understanding what Emilia was on about. He just wanted to land her safely, so he firmly gripped her base.

Of course, due to instinct, he had landed a hit without considering it might be painful for her.

But her mumbling those words was definitely making him think that her brain was dirty.

[𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝟹 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜.]

'Huh?' The moment Damien heard the system's notification, he became even more sure that Emilia was concocting something evil in her mind. Given that just by helping her out, he was declared hateful.

Not that he hated her untold suggestion, prompting his hand to grip even tighter before slowly sliding her body forward to land.

His shoulder felt her flat, curvy waist from that bridal dress before a plumpness reminded him that he was soon going to meet that angry face too.

"Hah? Are you crying?" Damien, who had slowly landed her feet on the floor with his hand gripping her butt, met her eyes, which were teary, as she tried to clear away the remnants of her pain with her palm and wrist.

Looking at her, Damien snickered, prompting her eyes to tremble before widening as she felt his forehead press against hers.

"I will not touch you before our wedding, Emilia," he added calmly, a genuine smile on his handsome face. His sharp jawlines and spotless skin seemed to give no hint of a lie.

'Bullshit!' Emilia thought, unable to believe this man's shamelessness in giving her fake promises.

He had just bitten her lips the moment she wore rings, leaving her lower lip swollen and sore. Not to mention his hands, which had molested her.

Not in a million years was she going to trust this man being so genuine!

"Sigh, you don't believe me?" Damien showed a defeated smile, looking at her.

His head retreated before his demeanor shifted. His fingers traced down from behind her ears, tucking a strand of hair back. His knuckles slid along her jawline before his thumb and forefinger lifted her chin. He sneered at her sudden surprise and declared, "How about I leave no trace of doubt in your mind and fill it with only one thought?"

"Wh-what thought?" Emilia's swollen lips trembled under his intense gaze, trying to understand if what she was thinking matched his intentions.

Damien tilted his head, his narrowed eyes focusing on her red, swollen lips, still touched with dew. He recalled their peach taste and began to close the distance between them, her panicked eyes remaining fixed on his, her small hand resting on his chest.

A perfect alignment for a deep, immersive kiss to make her brain freeze.

But bad luck.

"Unh... Damien? What are you doing?"

Amelia, looking at the man holding another woman's face, felt confused. She rubbed her head, which hurt, her eyes barely open to only see blur image.