DBOFS 89

Chapter 89

It was unbelievable.

Jade couldn’t understand how Harris thought of her—dreaming about eating, or rather, dreaming that he was forcing her to eat until her stomach was full!

“Even at the banquet…”

If he took his eyes off her for a moment, Jade would be snatching something to eat from somewhere.

And now even in a dream?

“He says he likes me.”

He had said it over and over. Harris gritted his teeth.

Yet, the guy who claims he likes her shows up in her dreams, and the dream he has is that…

“…?!”

Harris froze.

Even while dozing, Jade, perhaps uncomfortable with the way she was leaning, shifted and her bare body brushed against Harris, who was wearing only a robe.

And not just anywhere—she was touching his core, his abdomen. He could feel Jade’s small, soft hands against his skin.

“….”

Harris had never been used to the touch of others.

But now, with Jade touching such a sensitive area, his body tensed.

At first, her fingers just brushed lightly, but soon her whole palm slowly swept across his defined abs…

“…!!”

A heat began rising from the nape of his neck to his ears.

Harris clenched his fists without realizing it. Veins stood out on his jaw, twisted from tension.

It was far too stimulating for a man just waking from a deep sleep.

Yet Harris couldn’t push her away—not even a little.

Jade had never initiated this kind of physical contact before.

Sure, she had touched his cheek or hugged him before, but that was innocent, light affection. This… this was different.

“Ugh.”

Harris moaned without meaning to. Jade’s gentle hands exploring his abs gradually moved upward, until—

“…Wow.”

Jade mumbled as she pressed her face against his chest, seemingly enjoying the sensation, rubbing against it.

It was torture.

And she even laughed, as if enjoying it. Heat surged to the top of Harris’s head.

Damn it.

His head spun and his mouth went dry. Harris tightly closed his eyes, biting his tongue to try and regain control.

But it was a mistake.

Blocking his sight only made the sensations sharper.

The warm, provocative weight pressing against him, the breath from her plump lips mingling with his own…

One person was peacefully asleep, while the other struggled to suppress the illicit heat.

Squeak!

The door creaked open.

Harris immediately turned his head. The culprits making the noise were none other than the young Viscount Radian, Yanis, and his servants, who had probably tried to escape when they realized Harris was about to lose control.

They must have intended to flee as soon as the door opened, but Harris’s sudden emotional shift at seeing Jade made them freeze.

Then, sensing the tension and heat in the air, everyone instinctively took a step back… and collided.

“We… made eye contact!”
“Aaah! Are they on our side? Or are they the enemy?!”
“S-somebody save me!”

They screamed silently in their minds. Harris’s eyes were terrifying.

“Get out.”

Thankfully, Harris didn’t kill them.

Instead, the dark energy from Harris’s shadow shot out like snakes, wrapping around their legs and tossing them all outside.

“Uwaaaah—!”

Before their screams could echo, the door slammed shut.

Bang!

At that moment, Jade, who had been dozing off, finally woke up.

“…Huh?”

Harris didn’t even blink as he looked down at her.

What would Jade do upon waking, buried against his chest?

Would she smile at him as before? Call out softly, “Lord Harris,” in that sweet voice that made his ears tingle?

Or would she shock him again with some bizarre reaction?

Heart racing, Harris waited.

Long, thick lashes blinked slowly, and her clear blue eyes took him in completely.

And as soon as Jade recognized Harris…

“Waaah?!”

She screamed.

“….”

It was an unexpectedly startling awakening.

“Why are you here… no, why am I here?!”

Jade leapt up in shock. Naturally—her hands were on Harris’s chest!

Why, WHY, how?! She had been peacefully dozing on the floor, yet somehow ended up on top of Harris!

And to make matters worse, the dream involved Harris.

In her dream, she was in a strange restaurant with only one customer—herself—and the chef was Harris.

Perhaps it was because Adrian had told her, “You can’t survive without Harris Godwin’s magic,” that the dream was so intense.

In the dream, Harris kept serving his magic as black rice cake, endlessly shoving it onto the plate like a revolving sushi bar.

She had eaten until she was about to vomit—

“S-stop—”

“Why? You wanted to eat my magic.”

That was why he had approached her.

Harris grinned chillingly and shoved the black rice cake down her throat.

“Somebody save me…!”

The funny thing was, she even swallowed it and he gave her more. Was she a pig?

“Ha.”

Unlike Jade, who was still disoriented from waking, Harris twisted his lips in disbelief.

“Did you scream the moment you saw me?”

“Huh? N-no… I was just so surprised!”

“In your dream, you turned me into some forced-feeding bastard, and now awake you scream like I’m a shameless scoundrel?!”

Harris shouted, his eyes blazing.

“A-actually, I never—”

“Then who’s been groping who?!”

“Huh?! I wasn’t trying to grope you!”

Jade panicked. Harris’s expression darkened.

“…You weren’t trying to grope me?”

“Yes, yes! I was just sleepy and confused…”

“Then who was it?”

“I… in my dream… huh?”

Jade stared blankly at Harris.

“Who, other than me, were you trying to grope?”

Harris’s face, which had initially flared in anger, had now sunk into a dark calm, and his voice dropped low.

“Why so silent?”

Even the corners of his mouth twisted.

He’s really mad.

As the situation spiraled, Jade stammered, desperate.

“I-it wasn’t anyone specific…”

She had merely, half-asleep, thought, Wow, the body’s nice, firm and thick, and absentmindedly touched him in her dream.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, yes. Absolutely! I wasn’t thinking of anyone in particular other than—”

“You were okay as long as it wasn’t me?”

“….”

Jade’s face went pale. Why did that sound so terrible?!

“I… I’m begging you.”

Instinctively, the words came out.

Harris scrunched his eyes and let out a laugh.

“Begging? Who were you thinking of that made you think I’d kill you?”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant… I’m entirely at fault.”

Jade stammered and surrendered under Harris’s deadly gaze.

“What did you do wrong?”

“….”

This was the same conversation trope she had heard so many times between hopeless couples.

“What did you do wrong, Jade?”

She had no answer.

She just came to, found herself groping Harris, and he was scolding her for not thinking.

Even thinking about it, the situation is insane. How could we determine right or wrong here?

Just as Jade’s pupils trembled with panic,

Knock, knock.

A sound came from the door.

Startled, Jade jumped like a frog on salt.

Harris pressed her head down with his chin and glared at the intruder.

Who is it now?

Why did so many people interrupt their alone time? If polite hints don’t work, then rough methods would.

His blood-red eyes flashed ominously. Dark energy from his shadow surged toward the door.

“Lord Harris, I heard you woke up.”

The voice of the former duke followed.

“Are you… alright?”

There was a hint of worry in the aged duke’s voice, causing Harris’s dark energy to pause momentarily.

“Y-your grace!”

Jade quickly slid out of his arms and fussed, trying to smooth the awkward situation.

“You came as soon as you heard Lord Harris was better! I should go—”

“Tell them to leave.”

“….”

Of course, Jade didn’t actually tell the former duke to leave.

“Lord Harris!”

The former duke, carrying a gift for recovery, approached Harris.

Lately, many things had happened, and the usually strong former duke now looked worn and aged.

“Are you alright? Any pain anywhere?”

Seeing his grandson after a few days, the duke asked with genuine concern. Harris politely answered.

“Why did you come?”

“….”

The duke, veins on his forehead, sighed in relief.

“Seeing your manners, you’re fine. Thank goodness, I was worried…”

“Why did you come?”

“…But seeing you recover safely is truly reassuring.”

Though a friendly conversation in a sense, Jade could almost hear Harris grinding his teeth.

Well, considering what happened with Layer and Princess Irene, it makes sense Harris is acting this way.

Jade quietly slipped away from the scene of everyone talking over each other, leaning against the closed door and letting out a long sigh.

“Phew…”

Adrian had truly kept his promise.

Now, it was her turn to keep hers.