If You're Being Held Hostage, Wiggle the Carrot! - Chapter 83
Noticing her overt gaze, Ivan stuttered and asked, “W-Why are you asking me to do that?”
“Oh, come on, please!”
“…”
In response to her childish urging, Ivan obediently opened his mouth. Ruby quickly brought her eyes close to his lips. Looking here and there, fortunately, she didn’t see any broken parts.
She swept her chest in relief and muttered, “Thank goodness you didn’t turn into a toothless wolf!”
“…What?”
“No, I was just surprised to hear the sound of fangs grinding so loudly.”
“I did grind my teeth, but it’s not the kind of tooth that would break like that. What do you take me for? Are you comparing my fangs to your delicate chompers or something?”
“Why would my fangs be delicate? It seems like you have completely misunderstood.”
“Just look at them…”
As Ivan spoke, lifting his foot again, he suddenly had the illusion that his precious fangs were in pain.
After a moment’s hesitation, he continued, “No. Right, your chompers are the best.”
“Being able to chew a carrot so gracefully is all thanks to these sturdy chompers, you know?”
Leaning back, Ruby looked at Ivan and tapped her fingers against his fangs, a very subtle gesture, but Ivan didn’t even flinch.
Instead, he embraced her securely as if he were holding a very light ball of cotton. He could hear Leslie howling behind him, but he didn’t care.
Leslie should be grateful that she didn’t die by Ivan’s hands. As soon as he returned, he would summon the Weavers and reprimand them. He didn’t need a selfish vassal.
He had risen to the top not just because he was the son of an old duke. It was because of the overwhelming difference in power and the leadership and control he had over his subordinates. He had never been stripped of control before, and he had a personality that felt satisfied only when his subordinates acted completely in line.
However, from the beginning, Ruby had defied all of that. He didn’t even mind that she would often go off on her own. Ivan’s expression subtly changed as he reached the conclusion that it might be nice to have someone like her by his side in life.
Ironically, as much as Ivan loved Ruby’s freedom, it also made him want to control her more than anyone else. It was a blatant contradiction.
Ivan paused for a moment, slowly scanning Ruby, who was awkwardly nestled in his arms. Her waist, hips, and legs were wrapped around him, but her upper body and face were pulled back enough to face him.
It was almost as if she was refusing to be held by him, which made him chuckle, because it fit the dual emotions he was feeling right now.
He chuckled and shook his head. Now he understood what he was truly feeling. But it was still confusing, so he glanced toward Ruby, who was looking at him with wide eyes.
Ruby met his gaze and nodded as if she knew what he meant.
“Your fangs must hurt, right?”
“Stop talking about fangs, fangs all the time. Say something more dignified, like teeth…,” he trailed off.
“Ugh, animal fangs are still teeth.”
“Tsk, talking back again.”
“…Alright then, teeth. So, does it hurt?”
“No. Not the teeth, but it feels like the lips hurt, so lick them a bit.”
“…Does it hurt?”
“Yes.”
“That’s strange. There are no wounds, though…”
Despite her suspicions, Ruby quickly licked his lips. Although licking wouldn’t make it better, she earnestly licked from his bottom lip to the top lip.
His lips glistened with her saliva. Still enjoying the feel of her tongue, Ivan resumed where he left off, pulling her upper body against his. He stroked the hair from the small head that leaned against my shoulder before whispering in her ear.
“I want you to lick my lips in front of everyone.”
“What? Why…”
Ivan didn’t explain further, knowing that she didn’t understand the nuance. No, it was more like he couldn’t explain it.
He didn’t know how to explain that licking his lips was the typical behavior of a wolf submitting to their alpha, or that there were more ways for her to show her submission. He wasn’t sure he could make her understand.
At least not until he got all his wild thoughts in order.
