Inheriting a Lost Bloodline, My First Task is to have heirs?! Chapter 693 - A Certain Arrangement (Part 2)

After getting my confirmation, his voice has beco more livelier. I can also hear a hint of happiness in it. He then added, "Does this an that you like too?"

I raised my hand and used my index finger and thumb to indicate a small space that totally says, "just this little bit". Though I answered in that way to tease him, it was enough for him to feel happy as a sweet smile slowly blood on his face. He even stood up and ran towards . With a jump, he sprawled himself on like a child while saying "thank you" repeatedly.

I just let him do what he wanted and did not push him off of . It was not like he could crush with force or with his weight anyways.

After a few minutes, he finally realized that he was sprawling on top of , sitting on my lap and hugging tight. He hurriedly stood up and stepped back as he let go of body. I grabbed the belly band of his priest vest and pulled it towards .

He gasped at the sudden pull. He looked down and saw how near the area I grabbed to his lower sensitive regions as his eyes widened and grabbed onto my hand. He squeezed my hand as he said, "Why- Why are you grabbing ?"

I smirked and told him, "You just hugged and even sat on my lap. I think you enjoyed it quite a lot as you stayed for a few minutes. Why are you suddenly backing away like it was so mistake?"

Darth stuttered as he replied, "I- I- I was just happy. I didn’t- It’s not... I am not taking advantage of you!" I laughed out loud and replied, "I know that it was not your intention to take advantage of others, much less . I already felt that you are a nice person though you are too grumpy for soone who is so young."

Darth looked at in confusion as he asked, "Aren’t you even younger than I am? I am already 21 and you are talking to like I am so dumb kid! You are only about to turn 19 this year, right?" Well, if I add the years that I have lived in my previous life, I am almost 28 now but it is not like I can tell him about it.

I smiled and replied smugly, "It is not about the age but how much soone knows." I let go of his belt but at the sa ti teleported the both of us inside my bedroom, at the edge of foot of my bed. It was the perfect teleport as when he took a step back after I let him go, he fell back on a spread eagle position on to my bed with looming over him.

Darth realizing that the surroundings have suddenly changed, turned his head left and right, looking around the room. He could not even make a coherent sentence as he simply uttered, ’This- Your room- What- Why?"

I took a step forward, positioning my knees right between his parted legs that were dangling on the edge of my bed. I then simply spoke to interrupt his stuttering, "Welco to my room! Do you find my bed soft and comfortable?"

Hearing my question, he hurriedly grabbed on the sheets to push himself up into a sitting position, trying to get off of my bed at the fastest ti possible but would I let him do that? Just as he sat up, I leaned forward and pushed his shoulders so he fell back to his previous lying position with a bounce.

His eyes widened, staring at the ceiling, at what just happened. His eyes then darted towards my face which is currently smiling sweetly at him and his eyes slowly shifted from looking surprised to looking nervous. He grabbed onto the sheets again but this ti, he pushed himself (even using his legs too) to slide his body backwards and away from .

I grabbed on to both his ankles and asked with a teasing voice, "Where do you think you are going?" He started kicking his legs, trying to get to loosen my grip on his ankles which was futile, of course.

I playfully lifted his legs while keeping them apart which in turn made the lower part of his cassock slide up to his waist. He imdiately let go of the sheets and grabbed on to the hem of his clothes in an attempt to pull it down to cover his lower extremities.

Well, who would have thought that he is only wearing a thin, white and tight underwear similar to modern boxer shorts underneath his cassock. It barely covered anything really. What’s surprising is the tent that was trying to push its way out of his flimsy looking underwear.

I couldn’t help my though from wandering. Eventually a question ca into my mind, "Does he like this kind of bullying that is closer to foreplay that much?"

He did try as much as he can to pull down the hem of his cassock but with keeping his legs raised, it just slides right ack down. He looked at with a glare as he ordered to let go of his legs through gritted teeth. I teasingly replied, "Nope. I am enjoying the view from here."

As he looked towards his own body, he realized where my eyes are staring at and he let go of the hem of his clothes. He used both his hands to cover his very pronounced tent instead as he scread, "Perverted woman! Put my legs down!"

I sighed heavily and thought, "Would I even think of letting go of your legs if you show how excited it makes you down there?’

I looked at him confidently and responded, "Get your hands off and stop blocking my beautiful view." He responded back, "No! You can’t look at it!" I smiled and said in response, "Oh. I am not allowed to look at it?"

With my last sentence, I pulled his legs towards even more until the back of his knees are laid comfortably on my shoulder. The sudden shift made him let go of whatever he was covering as he scread and grabbed on to the bed to balance himself in a position similar to a headstand.

He tried kicking his legs but since his knees are bent by my shoulder, I only have to grab on to his thighs and he won’t be going anywhere. This ti, I have a closer view of the tent.