Last Born Of The Desdemona

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: I Just Want To Train My Mind

Chapter 355 – I Just Want To Train My Mind

"Cassius is a pervert," Love spat, shaking her head to dispel the embarrassment.

"The biggest," Klaus nodded, still looking at the condom, his lips twitching over his friend’s gift.

Truly, he’d been expecting anything but this.

"And why are you still looking at it?" Love said, making Klaus look up at her. "Just destroy it before the Apothecary comes in and sees it!"

"What if that old fossil sees it? Who cares."

"You stupid fool, he’ll get the wrong idea!" Love replied, pointing at the two of them. "We’re a man and a woman, alone in a room, with a damn bloody condom in our hand! What would anyone think?"

"Don’t blame other people when it’s your own mind that’s so dirty," Klaus said, snickering at her. "And no, I won’t destroy it. It’s a gift. And I might have a use for it."

Love’s thoughts caught on those words, not quite believing them. Her heart slowly began to beat faster, the pace picking up far more than she expected.

"A... use?" she said, trying to sound calm and unbothered. She was failing miserably. "What kind of use could you have for this?"

"Do you know who you’re talking to?" Klaus smiled arrogantly at her. "The third most handsome man in the kingdom! The Prince of Wind himself! Outside, I have hundreds of admirers! Maybe one day I’ll—!"

Love snatched the condom out of his hand. She used a fire rune and burned it to ashes in seconds.

Klaus stared at her, speechless. "What the fuck did you just do?"

"I burned it," she replied, irritated for some strange reason. "What? You gonna hit me?"

"Are you insane? That was a gift!"

"I don’t give a fuck if it was a gift or not. You’re a pervert bastard who’ll sleep with a woman just because she admires you? You disgust me." She looked at him with disdain. "I thought you were different from those perverts."

"First, I’m not a pervert. Second, that’s why you burned it?" Klaus looked her up and down and smirked. "Third, now that you’ve lost the bet and burned a gift, you have no right to refuse."

"Refuse what?"

"The maid dress I chose."

Love immediately rolled her eyes. "I’m not wearing that, Klaus. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"It doesn’t matter how many times, because I’ll keep insisting," he shrugged, pulling out her phone and showing her the maid dress. "You can’t deny this isn’t cute."

"It shows too much skin."

"Stop acting pure, bitch."

"Fuck you," Love cursed him. "You don’t deserve to see me in that kind of dress."

"You know you were supposed to kneel down and beg forgiveness that night, right?" Klaus grinned. "I’ll forgive it if you wear this for three days. Three bloody days, Love! Windy says it’s perfect for building up my mental strength and resistance to sexual things."

"What?" Love blurted out, outraged. "You’re using me... to train your sexual resistance?"

"That’s the bonus part," Klaus nodded.

"You’re fucking—!"

"The next best option is for me to go to the brothel, let myself get mobbed by thirsty women on all sides, and build up my sexual resistance that way," he said, tucking his phone back away. "Either way, Love, I won’t let another incident like last time happen again. I need to train my mind."

Love frowned deeply. "You wouldn’t dare do that. Your mother would kill you. The Handoff family is very strict about that sort of thing."

"Who’d tell her?"

"I’d fucking tell her, if you go there," Love hissed, angry.

"I’ll go anyway. What can my mother do? Shout at me for two minutes, then it’s over," Klaus sneered. "And what’s it your damn business if I go there?"

"I do whatever I want. If what I want is to snitch, I’ll snitch."

"Stupid, bitch, and snitch. Careful, Love—!"

Love grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her. But Klaus was always on guard around her by now. So instead of pulling him, she was the one pulled, and they fell onto the bed, Love landing on his chest.

"Argh. Bitch," Klaus cursed.

"You know what? I’ll wear the damn maid dress," Love said, staring deep into his black eyes. "However, no pictures, no videos. Nothing at all! You hear me?!"

"You don’t need to shout in my ear. You’re close enough that my chest is hurting from your breasts," he said. Love looked at him with disgust. "And yes, I heard you. Not like I was going to do any of that anyway."

"We can never be sure with a pervert like you."

"I’m not a pervert. I’m a gentleman trying to build his sexual resistance."

"That’s what you tell yourself to feel better."

"And why did you suddenly agree? Is it because I said—!"

"Shut the fuck up." Love slapped her hand over his mouth. "I agreed because you wouldn’t stop begging me like a horny dog. Nothing else. And besides, there’s something else I want in exchange for wearing that dress."

She pulled her hand back, and Klaus looked at her, waiting, while also studying her aged face.

It was strange seeing Love a bit older than before. Her beauty hadn’t diminished, but she now carried an air of maturity she didn’t deserve at all.

She was still a stupid bitch after all.

Love seemed to notice his gaze on her face and did her best not to show her insecurity over it.

She was, despite herself, very afraid of what Klaus would think now that she looked visibly older.

Love herself didn’t care much. Her lifespan could be regained if she ranked up. But she doubted her appearance would ever go back to normal.

That was a side effect of the Forbidden Rune. And it was forbidden for a reason... she would keep looking like this, and grow even older, while Klaus would—!

She cut the thought off, catching herself in time. ’...why am I even thinking about this bastard, damn it?’

Again, her heart was pounding. And she could feel Klaus’s heartbeat picking up too.

That, strangely, calmed her down.

"Bitch, speak. And start by getting off me already, will you?"

"Don’t rush me. And no, I’m not getting up." She paused, then, "What I wanted to say is that I want the two of us to go on a mission."

"Huh?" Klaus exclaimed, surprised. "A mission? Me and you?"

"Yes," she rolled her eyes, embarrassed to say it out loud. "Me and you, bastard."

"Why would I do that? And where would we even go for the mission?"

"If not with me, who would you go with?"

"I have friends, stupid. I’m not like you."

"I don’t care about your friendships. And you know damn well you won’t go with them," Love said, leaning her face forward. "You’ll go with me, Klaus."

"Is that an order?"

"It is. And don’t bother asking, if you refuse, I’ll drag you along even if I have to tie you down. And you know I can, and I will."

Klaus stared at her with disdain. "You truly are a bitch."

"And proud of it," she smirked. "As for where the mission is and what we’ll be doing..."

Love began to smile slowly.

"...we’re taking a mission to save a cat, then heading to the famous Basset Brand recruiting office, and applying to be models."

Klaus’s eyes widened. "What the hell?"

"You and I, Klaus, are going to perform together."

—End of Chapter 355—