Men of the Harem (137 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 36

No matter how often he attended noble parties and mingled with them, what Tasir had just said was an indirect way of stating that he himself was still not a noble. No—in fact, it was so blatant that calling it “indirect” felt almost embarrassing.

Tasir stared intently at Gesta for a moment. But instead of getting angry, he lifted one corner of his mouth into a sly grin and propped his chin up with his hand.

“Our sweet young master—I knew you had some spirit, but I didn’t expect you to show it to me.”

“…….”

“But it’s cute. The one showing it is so insignificant and mild—it’s utterly endearing.”

“!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Tasir reached out and suddenly flicked Gesta’s cheek. In an instant, Gesta seized Tasir’s wrist in a flash and slammed it down onto the table with a loud thud.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The voice that followed was anything but meek. The very muscles in his arms, which La Til had marveled at several times before, now demonstrated their strength and speed perfectly.

“Seeing no one else around, and you revealing your true colors—I thought I could do the same.”

Yet Tasir merely continued chuckling softly, showing no sign of viewing his opponent as threatening at all.

The already tense atmosphere grew even sharper. Anyone who happened to enter the room at that moment would likely glance back and forth between the two and immediately shut the door again.

However, instead of growing angrier, Gesta narrowed his eyes slightly, seemed to ponder for a moment, and then calmly released Tasir’s wrist.

“Whew… That hurts.”

Tasir exaggeratedly winced in pain as he looked at his released wrist. Although the pain was bearable, it wasn’t entirely feigned—already a dark bruise was forming on his skin.

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