I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 752

Chapter 134: Don’t Make the Girl Wait Too Long

After a refreshing wash and a hearty meal, Roy transformed back into a lazy fish, sprawled out on the bed.

“Alice, we still have to negotiate with the Holy Light Church on the Eastern Continent, you know?”

“Ah, but I can’t get up, I feel so awful,” Roy suddenly donned a mask of agony.

“Master?”

Could it be that the Holy Light’s corruption has worsened again?

But I just used [Embrace of the Angel] last night.

Alice jumped in fright and hurriedly went to check on him, only to be pulled over and pushed down onto the bed by Roy.

The boy showed no signs of discomfort, his face alight with a mischievous grin.

“I’m sick and can’t get up without the Saint’s good morning kiss.”

“Good morning kiss? If you want one, then…”

Alice was stunned at first, instinctively shrinking back in embarrassment, but then she gently closed her eyes, with no intention to refuse.

On the contrary, she gave up resisting, softly collapsing onto the bed, her lips trembling like shimmering, delicate petals.

“Is it okay?”

What was originally just a playful tease became a serious affair for Roy.

Right now, he had to kiss the girl, or he might really die from the itchiness.

Roy leaned down, fulfilling his current desire.

Perhaps it was the lingering scent of milk from earlier; the girl’s lips had a faint milky fragrance.

A light peck sent Alice shivering, her taut little face melting like dessert in the warm sun—utterly delightful.

Kiss after kiss, what started as a mere tasting turned more and more out of control with Alice’s innocent responses. The milky scent faded away, replaced by the sweetness that belonged entirely to her.

If possible, he could kiss her all day and never grow tired…

“Ah…!”

Suddenly, a tiny cry shocked Roy. He realized his hands had subconsciously wandered to Alice’s chest.

Cursing his slip, he quickly withdrew his hands, suppressing the heat building within him. “Sorry, sorry! Did I scare you?”

But Alice’s reaction was even more intense.

She hurriedly shook her head. “N-no, I wasn’t scared!”

“J-just… I haven’t bathed yet…” The girl bit her lip, her face a light pink flush that she couldn’t hide at all.

Unexpectedly rosy, it left Roy momentarily stunned.

“Ah, I mean, we have a negotiation coming up, we don’t have time.”

With her misty eyes, sweet, trembling breath, and that little allure of reluctance, she was as cute as a tempting dessert begging to be indulged.

While subtly pointing out the timing issue, she also hinted at her feelings.

The dessert named Alice was practically inviting him to take a bite.

The results of his teasing were clear.

Roy had no doubt that as soon as he made that request, he would definitely receive the girl’s wholehearted response.

Those with experience know it well.

Cherishing a girl isn’t wrong, but if you step back and ignore her feelings, isn’t that a form of neglect and harm?

Don’t make the girl wait too long.

“Master, I-I don’t dislike you…”

Alice nervously clutched his sleeve like a kid caught misbehaving, anxious to explain something.

Negotiation? What does that even matter now?

She only regretted not being more resilient to the teasing; just a little squeeze made her elicit such strange sounds.

What a loss.

“I know,” Roy chuckled.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

Alice’s light blue eyes widened slightly, bursting with brightness.

“But not right now; I still need to greet Charlotte and the others. Sorry about that.”

Alice was fine with this, but the thought of Charlotte and the others gave Roy a bit of a headache.

Right now, he couldn’t rely on his dragon scales for protection; if any girl truly got mad and slapped him, he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Alice nodded slightly, pushing down her own feelings, and then volunteered, “It’s okay, I’ll go explain to them!”

“Haha, then I’ll leave it to you.”

He said that, but Roy didn’t hold too much hope.

The four of them had previously squabbled endlessly over who would take the lead, and adding Alice to the mix wouldn’t help.

However, Alice had always been quite favored, so she should be fine.

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White Harbor Church.

The conference room was filled with solemnity.

Representatives from various powers of Veszyra, the leader of White Harbor, Theresa, the representative from the Holy Light Church, Simon, along with the Saint Alice and her guard, were all gathered here.

On the round table, clear divisions emerged, with an unmistakable overwhelming disadvantage.

Wounded and pale, Simon was currently bearing the weight of everyone’s unfriendly gaze, utterly embarrassed.

With the situation changing, the once-lofty archbishop had to bow his head.

Simon looked at Roy and Alice, offering an apologetic smile. “First, I must apologize to you both…”

“Spare me the formalities,” Roy interrupted him bluntly.

“Maintaining order in the human world is our mutual agreement; not exposing your filthy plots was merely for the sake of peace. But if you had the strength, you wouldn’t even give me this chance for negotiation, would you?”

Even with the upper hand, the Holy Light Church still ruled over the entire Eastern Continent.

In a real fight, they could easily crush any force in the Western Continent, so now wasn’t the time to completely tear off the masks.

However, just like the Church would never give up on Alice, Roy wasn’t going to stand by and do nothing.

He knew very well that this negotiation was hard-won by the sword in his hand, not the Church’s hypocritical mercy.

Since a battle was inevitable, there was really no need to spare any feelings.

Roy tapped the table and coldly spoke, “Let me be clear.”

“From now on, you are not allowed to step foot in the Western Continent, including White Harbor. Also, you must lift the restrictions on recruiting Holy Light Extraordinary Beings in White Harbor and compensate for all the losses incurred in these past few days.”

“Most importantly, you are not to lay a finger on Alice. Otherwise… you won’t have to worry about the world anymore.” Roy smiled coldly, his gaze frosty.

As the representative of the Church, Simon had been through countless negotiations.

Even Theresa from before had to show him some respect; who would ever have thought he’d face such threats now?

Simon narrowed his eyes. “Should I take that to mean you’re threatening the Church?”

Roy maintained a mild smile. “You’d better pray that I’m just threatening you.”

After a moment of silence, Simon scanned the crowd.

“Have you all thought this through? Are you prepared to confront the Church to the end?”

The red-haired princess was the first to slam her hand on the table, her fiery eyes burning with defiance and disdain. “What, is the Church so great?”

“Come at me if you dare!”

“Ha, Your Highness is joking,” the nearby Horglas waved his hand, glancing at Simon, the underlying menace in his smile was evident. “As long as Lord Simon keeps his promises, we shouldn’t have too many misunderstandings.”

“And the Eastern Continent doesn’t represent the entire Holy Light Church either,” Theresa casually raised her teacup, leisurely expressing her stance. “At least White Harbor will always stand by the Saint.”

She was the most pleased among them.

Having long been oppressed by the Eastern Continent, seeing Simon now looking frustrated and helpless made Theresa feel like her cup of tea was the finest wine.

Meanwhile, Simon was having a headache.

It was worse than when Theresa had knocked him out cold with a punch back then.