svetikya Chapter 33 Wine
Chapter 33 Wine
"Ha." Ventara let out a sneer.
Although she really didn't want to face this matter, she shouldn't be the one feeling guilty, right?
Leosley, of course, understood what she meant from that laugh, but when it came to shamelessness, almost no one in the entire Mello Petersburg could match him.
He moved closer.
Humans' sense of smell is naturally not as sensitive as Melosin's; he can't smell anything subtle, but he can still get some basic clues.
For example, the girl still smelled of alcohol from last night.
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Alcohol is a wonderful thing; it always brings out many things that you can't say when you're sober.
Leosley had to admit that he had some ill intentions when he poured Wintara that bottle of fine but extremely strong liquor, which he had confiscated from the prisoner.
The two were childhood sweethearts—no, perhaps that's not quite the right description.
After all, they hadn't seen each other for a long time since Ventara left without saying goodbye more than a decade ago, until the latter suddenly reappeared a few months ago.
Unlike the one Leosley remembered, the current Ventara had become much colder for some reason, especially when facing him, she was almost prickly.
Just like now—
Ventara swirled the wine in her glass, her gaze somewhat flippant as she looked at him, but her words were barbed: "Drinking during work hours is not a good habit, Duke."
Leosley poured himself a glass and casually sprawled out on the sofa: "As long as no one sees, it doesn't count as slacking off."
The warden's style of doing things was always to handle matters outside the prison while doing whatever he pleased inside.
If there were outsiders around, he might have been more mindful of his manners, but since he had already included Ventara in his inner circle, he certainly wouldn't be polite.
Ventara stared at him silently, as if to say that if he was going to neglect his duties, he shouldn't drag her down with him.
Leosley could only half-coax, half-lie, "Just consider it a celebration of our three-month reunion. You should give your direct supervisor some face once in a while, Ventara."
What he said made a lot of sense, but Ventara's intuition told her that something seemed wrong.
However, Leosley across from him had already finished his drink and was about to pour himself a second one. There shouldn't be any problems, right?
Ventara was skeptical.
She had never drunk alcohol before, but she knew it was a rare thing in Mero Petersburg. Leosley probably just offered it to her to show how much he valued her.
She cautiously stuck out her tongue and licked it, immediately her face scrunching up from the pungent taste of the liquor.
Leosley couldn't help but chuckle, but worried that this one sip would discourage her from continuing, he deliberately provoked her loudly, "If I remember correctly, you're two years older than me, right? At this age, you can't even drink alcohol properly, how come you're still acting like a child?"
As expected, Ventara closed her eyes and drank it all in one gulp, then held the cup upside down in front of Leosley as a gesture.
But by then, the man had already finished his second glass of wine. In response to her provocation, he merely raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "That's it?"
Enraged, Ventara snatched the bottle and poured herself another glass.
It was like an endless cycle; Leosley was always one step ahead of her, and she could only keep drinking one glass after another.
Ventara wasn't a good drinker to begin with, and she soon got completely drunk, her face turning bright red, and she started talking incoherently.
She shook the empty bottle to make sure there wasn't a drop left, then frowned and looked blankly at Leosley: "The wine... Leos... is gone..."
She was no longer called "Duke".
Leosley remembered that this was the name the guy used when he was a kid.
"Are you really drunk?" He waved his hand in front of her eyes with great interest, as if teasing a cat.
Untara tried to grab the mischievous hand in frustration, but her vision was blurry from being drunk, and she missed every time she tried.
After struggling for a while, she not only failed to grab the hand but also exhausted herself, collapsing angrily onto the table.
Leosley chuckled. "Don't fall asleep here, you'll catch a cold."
He helped the person stand up.
After getting drunk, Ventara was noticeably gentler than usual. At least this time, she didn't stubbornly push him away, but instead kept muttering something.
Leosley listened intently for a while before realizing she was calling his name.
This made him even more certain of his original guess.
"Ventara—" he called her name, "Where have you been all these years? What happened to make you like this?"
That's right, that's why the Duke made her drink.
They say people speak the truth when they're drunk. Since this guy has been refusing to talk to me when I'm sober, I might as well use some underhanded methods.
Having spent so many years in Petersburg, even the fairest person would be tainted by darkness, and His Highness the Duke was no exception, having learned quite a few tricks.
Leosley looked pleased and awaited her answer.
He just didn't expect that even when she was drunk, when asked about this, Ventara still showed the same resistant expression as when she was sober.
Even though her words were unclear, she still refused, saying, "No, no... I can't tell Leo about this..."
Leosley became increasingly curious about what had happened over the years.
He and Ventara met when they were children, both being adopted by the Delascos.
The Ventura of that time was almost completely different from the one now. Leosley couldn't figure out what could cause such a drastic change in a person's personality; he needed to understand.
Undeterred, he continued to press for answers.
Seemingly annoyed by his questions, Ventara glared at him unhappily, her eyes fixed on his persistent, unending mouth.
Given her straightforward way of thinking when she's drunk, all she knows is that if she wants to quiet the person in front of her, she has to shut their mouth.
But what should we use to block it?
Of course, it's the hand.
Ventara sat up in bed and, taking advantage of Leosley's lack of vigilance because he thought she was drunk, pulled him down onto the bed.
Leosley's previously calm expression cracked, as if he had never expected things to suddenly take this turn.
Ventara was very strong, and when she was out of her mind, she had no idea what restraint meant, and she showed no sign of holding back when she attacked.
She sat on Leosley's waist and abdomen, completely restraining him with her weight and strength.
"Hey, hey, you've gone a little overboard..."
(End of this chapter)
The author says: Hehe, the original intention of writing this article was actually because I felt that Leosley looked like a carnivore, and was perfect for some excitement (hands on hips smugly).
But Leosley probably never imagined that he was the one being forced.