“What is she doing now?”
In Clodel’s room, a man was standing, his hands on her waist.
Of course, he was teaching her to dance by holding onto a thick cloth wrapped around Clodel’s waist, but to Caiyan, it looked as if the rascal was wrapping his arms around her slender body.
Her disheveled red hair, sweat on her forehead, and cheeks flushed as if overheated.
“Huh? Haah. Haah.”
Clodel, her cheeks tinged pink, was panting heavily, her lips parted as she breathed in and out.
Moreover, her high-necked northern-style dress had three buttons undone down to her collarbone!
“This man…”
The man, seeing Caiyan for the first time, immediately bowed his head, not noticing Caiyan’s death glare. Luckily for him, he was unaware of the danger he narrowly avoided.
“Greetings, my Lord. I am Banson, assigned to choreograph the autumn festival dance. It’s an honor for my family to express our loyalty directly to such a great Lord…”
“I asked what you were doing?”
Unfortunately, the dancer Banson’s loyalty did not reach Caiyan, and the dancer, tensely unaware, narrowly escaped a grim fate for the second time.
“I was learning to dance.”
“Like that?”
As Caiyan’s gaze landed on the area where the buttons were undone, Clodel hurriedly buttoned her dress.
“It’s just a bit hot because I moved my body for the first time in a while.”
“You’ll get used to it with practice, Madam.”
Banson, who respectfully taught dance even to the Belmonte lady, infamous in Temnes for being spat upon and cursed, appeared to Caiyan as nothing more than a wolf pup making advances on Clodel.
“You’ve done well. We need to have lunch now, so you may leave for today.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Steward, make sure to pay him generously for today’s work.”
Banson left, touched by the Lord’s words, unaware that his generous payment included his severance for just one day of work.
The brief dance lesson that would become a family pride for the village dancer, boasting ‘I once taught the Lord’s lady to dance,’ had ended, and lunch dishes were brought into the room.
“Haah.”
Clodel was still fanning her flushed cheeks.
However, Caiyan grew annoyed and restless at the sound of her breathing.
“Behave in a manner befitting a Duchess.”
“I’m sorry. I was just a bit hot because I was sweating.”
Indeed, Clodel was wearing a northern-style dress that extended up to her neck, made of thin velvet. Though not thick, it looked stiflingly hot.
“Is that the only kind of dress you have?”
“Pardon?”
“Isn’t that Belmonte style?”
“Ah…”
Clodel, realizing what displeased Caiyan, glanced at him nervously, hunching her shoulders, and started buttoning up her dress again, her neck still sweaty.
“I don’t have many dresses to bring with me…”
“Only Belmonte style?”
“…”
Caiyan concluded that his annoyance stemmed from her dress.
He couldn’t refute the steward’s words, as he had only seen Clodel at night, in their bedroom, and rarely elsewhere.
“What is she doing now?”
Inside Clodel’s room, there was a man standing, his hands on her waist.
It was clear he was teaching her to dance, holding onto a thick cloth tied around Clodel’s waist, but in Caiyan’s eyes, it looked like the rogue was wrapping his arms around her slender body.
Her tousled red hair, sweaty forehead, and cheeks flushed as if overheated.
“Huh? Haah. Haah.”
Clodel was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed pink, gasping for air with her lips parted.
And she had undone three buttons of her high-necked northern-style dress down to her collarbone!
“This man…”
The man, bowing his head in front of Caiyan for the first time, did not see the lethal glare in Caiyan’s eyes, which was fortunate for his life.
“Greetings, my Lord. I am Banson, responsible for choreographing the autumn festival dance. It’s a great honor for my family to express our loyalty directly to such a great Lord…”
“I asked what you were doing?”
Unfortunately, the village dancer Banson’s loyalty failed to reach Caiyan. The dancer, tense and unaware, narrowly escaped a grim fate for the second time.
“I was learning to dance.”
“Like that?”
As Caiyan’s gaze landed on her partially unbuttoned neckline, Clodel quickly buttoned up her dress.
“It was a bit hot because I haven’t moved my body in a long time.”
“You’ll get used to it with practice, Madam.”
Banson, who respectfully taught dance even to the Belmonte lady, infamous in Temnes, appeared to Caiyan as nothing more than a wolf pup making advances on Clodel.
“You’ve done well. We need to have lunch now, so you may leave for today.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Steward, make sure to pay him generously for today’s work.”
Banson left, moved by the Lord’s words, unaware that his generous payment included severance for just one day’s work.
The short dance lesson that would become a family pride for the village dancer ended, and lunch dishes were brought into the room.
“Haah.”
Clodel was still fanning her flushed cheeks.
However, Caiyan grew annoyed and restless at the sound of her breathing.
“Behave in a manner befitting a Duchess.”
“I’m sorry. I was just a bit hot because I was sweating.”
The Villainous Demon Lord Laid an Egg for Her (Female-Dominated)
Several months after transmigrating into a book, Yu Wu found herself facing the demon lord Li You, who could no longer conceal his dragon horns. With one hand on her aching waist and the other gripping a sharp sword, she stared at him.
The demon lord’s eyes were red with fury:
“This is all your doing! Today, I won’t rest until I kill you!”
Yu Wu rubbed her temples. Putting aside the taboo against bloodshed during pregnancy, wasn’t it this very man who willingly walked into her trap that day?!
Warnings:
- Male pregnancy.
- Height ratios are set to mirror typical male-female height proportions.
- Characters include a foot-loving demon lord and an eldest daughter from an immortal family’s concubine lineage.
