Lady Devil - Chapter 189

189.

Do not interfere.

Johannes muttered, unable to tear his excited gaze away from Inette. While he hastily swallowed his sister’s saliva clinging to his tongue, suddenly, a bone-like snake tail rushed towards the young man’s nape.

With a crunch, it coiled around from his neck, mercilessly blocking his mouth. Until then, the young man who had not fully regained consciousness could not even scream. His hazy eyes widened like an oil lamp at the sound of something breaking.

The blood vessels in his whites, bulging in shock, burst here and there as if to scream for him, the sight of red cracks slowly spreading was buried in the darkness. It was natural for the young man’s hands to reflexively grasp Johannes’ tail. The sensation of an unfamiliar man’s immature touch scratching and fidgeting against his skin. It greatly irritated Johannes.

Johannes, frowning slightly, finally lifted his head. As he glared at the writhing back, gasping for breath, the young man who met his gaze froze in his position of grasping his own neck with a cracking sound that echoed in Johannes’ eardrums. Inette’s second sacrifice perished like that. Just like the guards who had been protecting the banquet hall.

“…Ah.”

At that moment.

“Hah…!”

Instead, Inette’s breath stopped.

As if echoing the commotion, she suddenly sat up bolt upright. She drew her knees up tightly and retreated to the headboard, then clutched her mouth with both hands. Johannes’ upper body, startled by her sudden movement, was left awkwardly hanging in the air.

“…Nette.”

Johannes’ expression, which had been distorted by anger just moments ago, became strangely lukewarm. A somewhat bewildered look. The reason was that his chest, which had been so full until just now, was suddenly empty. While his breathing was still uneven from the excited state he had been in, only his gaze gradually settled, unlike his breathing. The air that had seemed like hot steam was hazily dissipating.

Johannes, whose expression had ebbed away like the tide, collapsed onto the bed, following his tilted shoulder. He looked as if he was barely managing to steady his intoxicated body. Wobbling, wobbling. In such a slanted posture, he maintained silence while keeping his eyes on Inette’s movements.

Johannes was about to call Inette again but closed his mouth. He felt nauseous, as if hungover.

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