Part 8 # My Personal 'Opium'

The guards tasked with Arren's safety asked her to come down from the tree. This situation could lead to punishment and even a reduction in their pay if their employer were to get injured.

"Calm down, I'm good at climbing," Arren responded confidently. She moved her feet slowly, climbing up one by one until she reached the end of the branch.

At the end, there was a nest of sparrows missing one of its chicks.

"There, there, little bird," Arren said gently, placing the fallen bird back into its nest.

Arren was about to descend the sturdy but slippery tree trunk when, unfortunately, she slipped.

"Aaaaaaakkkhh....."

Arren slipped and nearly fell. Her leg could have been sprained, but luckily, someone caught her just in time. Arren was truly grateful. It seemed the guard assigned by Leon had a purpose after all.

"Who is saving whom?" Leon retorted, displeased because Arren was in danger once again. The guards exchanged worried glances, realizing they wouldn't be getting overtime pay that day.

"Ma-Master Leon, what are you doing here?" Arren asked, moving her body away from Leon. She could even feel Leon's hardening situation when their lower areas collided.

"The same question to you," Leon replied without giving a clear answer.

"I-I was just taking a walk," Arren said, cleaning her dirt-stained clothes. She noticed Leon's clothes were wrinkled and stained, much like hers.

Approaching to clean her accidental savior with genuine intention, Arren wanted to ensure Leon wouldn't face problems when starting work. After all, cleanliness and tidiness reflected a leader's image.

Quickly removing dust and dirt from Leon's pants, Arren's hands rubbed against Leon's dirty and muddy pants. Unbeknownst to her, something protruded from behind those pants. Arren was shocked and trembling, deciding to stop the impromptu cleaning activity.

Leon seemed to suppress unfamiliar vibrations coursing through his entire body. He trembled, and his knees, which collided with Arren's, couldn't resist the temptation of the spontaneous cleaner.

"Come with me!" Leon dragged Arren, who blushed with embarrassment for doing something strange to him.

BRAK!

Leon burst open the warehouse door with the remaining of his strength. The warehouse was supposed to store fertilizer and some farming tools. This time, the warehouse would witness the passionate struggle of two beings deciphering the meaning of pleasure and... love.

"Mmhh...."

Arren moaned as Leon began to devour her lips. Slowly, he guided Arren to experience pleasure. "Ma-master...."

"Sshh...."

Leon's fingers silenced any further conversation. "I'll do it slowly, hm?"

This time, strangely, Leon asked for consent. As if enchanted by the devil's desire, Arren agreed. From that moment on, Arren began to feel the pleasure of physical intimacy.

"Heuuuphh," Leon quickly savored the scent of roses on Arren's neck and nape until it was completely gone. They engaged in a hot struggle that was never expected.

Bliss.

That was the right word to describe the sensation of being with a man. Arren felt sinful, but... a moment later, she began to get used to it.

"Aakh...." The girl couldn't move when Leon pinned her forcefully. She just surrendered to every rough touch of his hardened muscles. "It hurts, Master," Arren exclaimed but couldn't hide the pleasure she also received.

"Hm? AH...." Leon continued to shake his body, creating every hot ripple that filled her chest to her head. Arren enjoyed it. However, at the same time, Arren also felt she shouldn't get lost in this forbidden lust.

"Call my name, Darling," Leon said while continuing to pump his body.

"Le--leon," Arren whispered while entwining her hands, binding the sturdy body of the man who had given her momentary pleasure.

"Haaaaah...."

They both collapsed limp after successfully reaching the peak together. 'Stupid Arren! What are you doing?' she scolded herself after satisfying her desires.

'Does this man only know about sex? Doesn't he want to do something more useful?' she murmured, not wanting to look foolish in Leon's eyes.

"Arren, I want to tell you something," Leon said as he stood up and started dressing. He helped Arren stand before leaving the warehouse.

"Yes, please," Arren said while putting her dress back on and tidying her messy hair. She also seemed to wipe away the sweat mixed with Leon's scent, creating a new, arousing fragrance.

Oh no, what was Arren thinking?

"This is about your poisoning case. I have found the suspect," Leon said, looking straight at Arren.

"Y-yes? The suspect? Does that mean the perpetrator is not certain yet?" Arren asked as if understanding Leon's intention.

"Yes, that's correct. It seems they're working together. I'm not sure if she could obtain that rare poison without connections. What do you think we should do to punish her?" Leon asked for Arren's consideration.

The girl looked at Leon with a troubled face. She wasn't accustomed to giving punishments. "It's up to you, Master."

"Call me by my name, starting now."

"Fine. Le--Leon."

The man smiled hearing the new call bestowed upon his beloved girl. Leon. Somehow, that name sounded sweet to the ears.

"I asked for your opinion because if I were to punish her, it means... killing her."

"W-what?" Arren widened her eyes. Of course, a person's life should be very valuable. "Don't!"

"Why? She almost killed you!" Leon growled, questioning Arren's opposing logic.

"Well, it's true, but... I can't even remember the poisoning incident," Arren said gloomily. Some of her memories were lost. She didn't know that Venn had injected a hallucinogen to disrupt her memory.

"It doesn't matter. Leon's law is not the country's law. You can punish anyone you like."

Arren shook her head. It's not that easy to take someone's life. But what could she do?