Chapter 63 I think it's unfair, it was voluntary!
"impossible."
Without a second thought, the Storm Leader decisively rejected Madonna's proposal.
Stay away from Reinhardt? Seriously, don't be ridiculous. He finally managed to distance himself from Reinhardt to this point, and now you're telling him to stay away?
Impossible! Absolutely not!
Buster, looking displeased, turned his gaze back to Madonna, his suspicion and scrutiny undisguised. He even wondered if Madonna was deliberately trying to distance herself from him.
"Are you genuinely offering advice or trying to sabotage me? Can't you tell what kind of Reinhardt it is? I've gone through so much trouble to pry open this small opening. I just got a glimmer of hope and then I moved away. Are you trying to take advantage of this weakness?"
With veins throbbing in her head, this mature woman was almost laughing in exasperation at her boss's obsessive love-themed mindset.
To treat the whole world as your rival in a relationship—if this happened in Duogucheng, you'd be on the list of people to avoid for at least fifty years.
Madonna rubbed her temples and said helplessly, "I've already told you, my feelings for Reinhardt aren't love. Can't you listen to me, you deadbeat virgin?"
Madonna doesn't have much romantic experience, but compared to the leader, she can still consider herself a senior.
"Don't you hope that after Reinhard broadens his horizons, he will understand his own feelings and then firmly choose you?"
"They've chosen me even now, so why should I make things harder for myself?" The Storm Leader was very determined.
"Is it necessary to maintain a bandit persona in this regard as well?" Madonna uttered a big question.
The Storm Leader was about to argue, but said coldly, "Just as you said..."
"After all that talk, you're just a coward," Madonna said bluntly. "You're afraid he'll really meet his true love, afraid that once he has a choice, he won't choose you. Chief, are you terrified that he doesn't love you?"
"So what if it is?"
Despite his sharp tongue, the Storm Leader was surprisingly candid.
He was very confident in himself, whether in his physique, appearance, or family wealth; countless men and women had tried to seduce him.
But Reinhardt had no heart; that potato never cared about such things.
Compared to clothing, food, shelter, and transportation, physical appearance, perhaps only the heart can truly move him.
"...There's no hope for them." Madonna sighed.
It seems the leader won't listen to anything she says, but this relationship isn't stable. Even for Reinhard's sake, she has to try a little harder.
"Chief, a relationship based solely on flesh, body, and entanglement is unstable. If you really want to be with him, you should at least start somewhere else. What I mean is, don't sleep with him or bully him until he understands what love is and can clearly express that he likes you."
He's still a child!
Ms. Madonna felt heartbroken at the thought of Little Cabbage being lured into bed and abused by the evil lapdog, the leader.
How can you bully someone who doesn't know anything!
The Storm Leader scoffed.
He didn't bully Reinhardt at all; he was just having fun with him!
The Storm Leader still didn't intend to listen to most of the advice, such as staying away, but there were some things he did take to heart.
Pushing open the door to leave the cockpit, Storm Leader walked towards the bedroom with a sullen face, but he was really feeling very depressed. He stood in front of the bedroom door and hesitated for once.
Reinhardt was probably still asleep at this hour. He paused for a moment, then decided to go to the training room to clear his head.
Another dreamless night.
Waking up in an unfamiliar bed, Reinhardt, exhausted from his work, didn't really want to get out of bed immediately.
His body felt a little loose; to be precise, he felt his bones were a little loose. A sharp pain shot through his calves and chest. The languid blonde beauty raised a hand and touched it in confusion, only to feel a slight soreness in his back.
A burning and stinging sensation ran through Reinhardt's body, and he felt as if he had touched a neat ring of marks.
Because he couldn't see it, he didn't know that it was the signature teeth mark left by the Storm Leader, who had perfect teeth and a hearty appetite.
I'm a little hungry.
A soft rumbling from his abdomen urged the lazy god to get up, and his handsome, muscular body slowly peeked out from under the covers.
He couldn't find his clothes; his ring had been removed the night before he and Buster went into the bath.
With his clothes sold out, Reinhard hesitated for a moment, then remembered that Buster had mentioned he could wear his clothes. So, dragging his slightly aching calves, he groped his way toward Buster's wardrobe.
His pants wouldn't button up, and his shirt wouldn't fit snugly. Reinhardt had no choice but to throw on a random shirt, intending to make do and go back to his room to change into his own clothes.
But just as he opened the door and groped his way into the living room, the entryway was opened from the outside.
Buster, who was out, bumped into Reinhardt, who was walking towards him.
Reinhardt wasn't actually short; in the past few months of eating and drinking to his heart's content, he had gained quite a bit of weight. His skin gradually regained its color, and now he had rosy lips and white teeth, a well-proportioned figure, and was a very standard healthy beauty.
But compared to the 1.9-meter-tall Storm Leader, he still looked a bit like a chick.
The ordinary dark cotton and linen top looked like a short skirt on him, barely covering his buttocks, but if he moved around a bit, everything that should be seen would be visible.
Buster should have told him to change into a longer suit, or he should have helped Reinhardt get a new outfit, but instead he simply closed the door silently, carrying his plate and his tightly clenched trousers, and walked to the table.
“…Let’s eat first.” He sat down on the sofa, but his eyes remained fixed on Reinhardt.
Watching him walk towards her, watching him sit down, his upper body upright, but his bare legs still bearing the marks of teeth.
The presence of live potatoes dispelled some of the unpleasantness of the morning's conversation, but new troubles arose as a result.
He was unhappy because what the fox-beastman and Madonna said actually hit the nail on the head.
He took advantage of Reinhardt's trust. Yes, he took advantage of him, so what!
That's what the robber thought.
If Reinhardt really had no feelings for him at all, he wouldn't have complied!
Damn, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.
Instead of getting bogged down in this and making things completely complicated, it's better to just ask directly and clearly.
The Storm Leader took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Reinhardt's red lips as he took a sip of soup.
He went straight to the point, asking, "Do you know what we were doing last night?"
Most people would probably have spat out their soup in anger. But Reinhardt remained calm.
After swallowing the steaming soup, he pondered for a moment and gave a puzzled answer.
"Sex?"
He had guessed it quite naturally because it was something the fox-orc Budney had said before.
"!"
The impact of this meaningful word, uttered by the holy son of God, on Buster was no less than that of a dolphin striking the earth.
He didn't seem to be completely clueless. Buster was inwardly pounding with anxiety, and he showed signs of getting a little impatient.
Buster rose from the sofa, half-squatting beside Reinhardt, and asked eagerly, "So do you know why we did it? Or rather, do you hate it? Was it voluntary?"
Reinhardt found him strange; how could a man who usually spoke so decisively suddenly become hesitant?
He didn't understand, but he still gave an answer to the other person's question.
"I don't know, I don't dislike it, it's voluntary."
Buster now wants to call Madonna over and let her hear Reinhardt's answer!
Did you hear that? It's voluntary!
He felt a sense of triumph, but still felt something was amiss.
What do you mean by "don't know"?
The Storm Leader, who could command the wind and rain, was actually getting a little impatient with this ambiguous answer. He desperately wanted a definite answer, so he placed his hands on Reinhardt's legs and asked in a low voice, "Do you still neither like nor dislike me?"
In his anxious wait, Buster clearly saw Reinhardt purse his lips and fall silent.
As time went by, Buster's heart sank little by little.
Suddenly, he didn't want to listen anymore. Some chaotic and wicked thoughts slowly surfaced. Buster thought that if he couldn't answer, he should just lock him up and leave him with no other choice.
At least he's doing it voluntarily now, and that's enough to sustain their relationship.
Before his extreme idea could take shape, the beautiful potato with long golden hair slowly turned his head, seemingly trying to meet his gaze.
A complex emotion flickered across his beautiful face. After hesitating for a long time, he uttered a few words: "I feel it's unfair."
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The author's note: When setting up the outline, this part was actually quite bittersweet. Reinhard would suffer some grievances and even shed tears because of it? But the thought of him crying made me feel a bit frustrated, and I also felt that he could have spoken his mind clearly, so why did he have to keep it all bottled up?
Therefore, the main text was modified to change the confession scene, allowing Potato and Storm to clarify their feelings more calmly and openly.
Although Reinhardt was supposed to cry in the original setting, he seemed so cute that I couldn't bear to part with him. So, in a couple of days, I'll write it as a side story, as an "if" scenario. Those who like it can buy it, and those who don't can just skip it.
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