Chapter 12: There will always be butterflies flapping their wings
“You—”
The tea cup in Selicia’s hand instantly turned into ice debris, bursting with a crisp sound. The azure frost rapidly spread from under Selicia’s feet as the center, and the terrifying chill enveloped the entire room in just a moment.
The scent of death palpably touched Muen’s heart.
Muen gritted his teeth, barely suppressing the urge to tremble immediately.
Fortunately, fate finally sided with Muen this time.
Selicia suddenly staggered.
The frost, which was enough to instantly freeze Muen into an ice stick, was only a step away from him, yet it struggled to spread any further.
“Despicable.”
Selicia’s icy gaze glared at Muen hatefully, revealing a hint of reluctance, but ultimately she collapsed to the ground, unable to do anything under the influence of the medicine.
“Phew.”
As the killing intent dissipated, Muen finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief, but a trace of lingering fear still remained in his eyes.
“Truly worthy of Selicia.”
If the medicine had taken effect two or three seconds later, he might have been killed by her without hesitation.
“But no matter what, in the end, I still won.”
Surviving the ordeal made Muen couldn’t help but feel delighted.
“Do you understand the despicableness of a modern wage earner? Do you know the hidden value of my strategy, which traverses the wine table and deceives the heavens and crosses the sea?”
Just now, he was indeed almost pushed into a corner by Selicia, who was more cautious than he had imagined. However, Selicia never expected that both cups of tea had been drugged!
Muen was gambling that after seeing him drink the red tea first, Selicia would temporarily let her guard down. Fortunately, he won the bet.
“I have to thank the shopkeeper for the potent medicine. It really knocks you out as soon as you touch it!”
You get what you pay for; the price of thirteen thousand Amier is indeed justified!
If there are any future needs, it’s best to take care of the shopkeeper’s business.
“Now, onto the main event.”
Watching Selicia lose consciousness without any defenses, Muen couldn’t help but feel nervous again. But at this point, there was no turning back, no way out.
The flames in the fireplace flickered, gradually bringing warmth back into the room.
Muen bent down and carried Selicia to the sofa.
If you’re wondering why not the bed… inviting Selicia to be alone in a room with a bed, even a fool would see that something’s amiss.
Fortunately, the sofas in the Duke’s mansion were large enough.
“So, what should we do next?”
“I remember in the original book, Muen Campbell was caught undressing Selicia by the protagonist.”
Muen glanced at the door.
In the original book, the original protagonist, that idiot, didn’t even think to lock the door while doing such a thing.
That’s why the protagonist who accidentally stumbled here could just open the door and see Muen Campbell scheming against Selicia.
“Since that’s how the original plot went…”
“If we’re going to act, we have to go all out. I’m all in!”
Watching the sleeping Selicia, Muen couldn’t help but feel a dryness in his mouth and throat.
At this moment, Selicia might be at her weakest. The icy aura surrounding her had long dissipated, replaced by a faint fragrance that kept wafting into Muen’s nostrils, stirring his wavering rationality.
Selicia’s white dress was simple and elegant, yet it accentuated her cold beauty even more.
“Indecency is forbidden, but under duress, I apologize.”
Muen muttered apologies, then slowly extended his trembling hand to gently lift the slender Selicia and began to fumble for the zipper of her dress from behind.
His hand, somewhat uncooperative, fumbled several times before finding the zipper.
Squeak—
With the clear sound of the zipper sliding down, Muen’s heartbeat accelerated several beats again.
He swallowed a gulp of saliva, which might not even exist, and his still trembling hand grabbed the delicate straps of Selicia’s dress on her fair shoulders.
Then, slowly, very slowly, he slipped them down to her arms.
Her skin was very smooth, reminiscent of a white ribbon floating on milk, making one unable to help but think of it.
However, Selicia’s impressive bosom played its role at this moment. Even if the two straps slide down completely, the dress still firmly supported the crucial parts.
Helplessly, Muen had to extend his index finger again, hooking onto the front of the white dress and slowly pulling it downwards.
Thus, the deep cleavage gradually became apparent, with rounded mounds peeking out like the first appearance of a shimmering moon.
Only when the same white fabric concealing her bosom revealed half of it did Muen somewhat reluctantly withdraw his hand.
“Like this… it should be enough.”
With disheveled clothes and exposed bosom, it definitely didn’t look like a normal conversation.
Muen glanced at the tightly closed door. The protagonist still hadn’t appeared.
“Could it be that it’s still not enough?”
After some thought, Muen took off his own men’s suit, revealing his relatively strong and muscular upper body.
Then, he positioned himself above Selicia, supporting himself with both hands on the sofa, allowing her to lie beneath him.
Although there was no actual physical contact, this action would appear extremely ambiguous to anyone who saw it.
In Feng Autian’s novels, this level of ambiguity would likely cause readers to criticize it endlessly, considering it a major plot twist.
If he doesn’t come to the rescue soon, it would be very rude!
But…
The protagonist still hadn’t shown up.
“Could it be that the timing isn’t right? Should I wait a bit longer?”
With this thought in mind, Muen remained in that position, motionless, patiently waiting as each minute passed by.
Three minutes…
Ten minutes…
Half an hour!
“What the heck!”
Muen, whose arms were now sore to the point of exhaustion, collapsed in frustration.
“What on earth are you doing, protagonist? The heroine is lying beneath me, letting me do whatever I want. Hurry up and come to the rescue!”
“Hasn’t this much time been enough for anything?”
But even so, the protagonist, Eleanor, the savior of both Selicia and Muen, showed no signs of appearing.
“Could it be that I did something wrong?”
Muen began to recall his actions of the day.
Firstly, inviting Selicia to the room for some alone time—there’s definitely no mistake there. This plan was already conceived in Muen Campbell’s mind, and the room was prepared well in advance. It’s impossible for the room to be different from the one in the original book.
Secondly, drugging Selicia. That’s surely fine, as Selicia is currently lying beneath Muen.
Lastly…
It could only be because of the red wine spilled by a clumsy maid, leading someone to come looking for the restroom.
But because they’re directionally challenged, they ended up lost and stumbled upon this room by accident, inadvertently interrupting Muen Campbell’s misdeeds—the protagonist.
But why hasn’t she shown up yet? Did she get lost?
Wait a moment.
A clumsy maid?
Muen once again spotted a flaw.
The maids in the Duke’s mansion are always well-trained. They could balance on tightropes while holding highball glasses without any issue.
How could they be associated with the word “clumsy”? Let alone accidentally spilling red wine on a guest—such rude behavior would require the maid in charge to resign!
Unless…
The maid didn’t accidentally spill the red wine because of clumsiness at all.
But because… she’s sick.
Yes, the original maid might have made such a small mistake due to being ill!
And where is the maid who was supposed to play a role in advancing the plot now?
She’s resting.
Under Muen’s orders, she’s resting.
She couldn’t possibly appear at the banquet tonight, nor could she accidentally spill red wine on the protagonist’s dress.
In other words…
The protagonist might not show up after all.
Welp bro unexpectedly did himself dirty xD