'Wouldn't that be better?! Younger is good, even younger is better!'
The depravity of some nobles made even Westheid shake his head. Duke Qinghui was merely lecherous, not a true pervert.
Thus, Ailorus wasn't entirely satisfied with her fiancé's answer. After all, she knew how forcefully Westheid "piledrove" his confidantes, yet he couldn't even muster a physiological reaction to her. It was hard for her to believe that he liked her all that much.
The Mortal World had no place for platonic love. To love someone meant the fusion of spirit and flesh. It meant vicious discipline! And possession! Anything less was an insufficient expression of affection!
The more the Wind Law Queen thought about it, the angrier she became. She puffed out her cheeks, crossed her arms, and let out a series of huffs.
Westheid had no choice but to embrace the Elf Lolita's tender, fragrant, and soft little body, coaxing her gently.
