I Met the Male Lead in Prison
chapter-101

Chapter 101 – It’s Time To Feed The Candy (2)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: Dict Groiler

I pushed my tongue past his lips, for which he greedily accepted, and sought out the candy…

I managed to snag a feel of it, and frowned. It’s been melted halfway already.

Jair had given me instructions to make sure this candy would be melted and eaten fully by Ricdorian. Doing this sort of stunt might have complicated things, but it’s not like I had much of a choice.

I had asked Jair to make it as painless as possible, and though I’m sure Jair had tried his best to meet my demands, it was a difficult task to accomplish.

“Hah, ha…”

I was trying to think of something else, when suddenly Ricodrian moved, pulling me up against him…

Shallow ragged breaths echoed in the cell, but most of it I knew had come from me. Ricdorian finally pulled away, eyes never leaving me as he wiped the stray saliva with the back of his hand. I could see the corners of his mouth quirk up with a smirk as he lowered his face closer to my ears…

“When it’s this good, how could I refuse?” he whispered huskily.

“How do you call it Iana?” he asked her, “That urge to break it just because you like it?”

“I don’t know,” I gulped, “Call it whatever you want.”

Our voices were equally hoarse from the kiss…

“Do you like it like that?” he asked me, “Doing whatever you want when you go crazy?”

His eyes were hypnotizing. I feel the strength leave my body as I lost the strength to push him away. My lips felt a little chapped, unconsciously I licked them in anticipation before he surged forward and captured my lips into another bruising kiss.

I moaned as I felt his tongue sweep the insides of my mouth. The movement of his lips only served to make me reeled in to ask for more…

It was just a kiss, but somehow I felt like he was devouring me instead.

Step. Step.

The sound was getting closer still, and I remembered why I went to kiss him. My tongue slipped into his mouth, battling for dominance as I tried to look for it…

Did the candy melt fully already?

But he was moving his lips and tongue so much, I can’t sense it properly, or quickly. I placed my hands on both sides of his cheeks and held him firmly in place…

“Wait a minute, just stay put.” I huffed out urgently.

I couldn’t even reach further in to check it. I changed the way I tilted my head to reach deeper, and at the same time, I felt arms tighten around my waist….

Wait.

Does his shoulders seem lower than before? I thought in confusion. I tried to think back and was certain. He was positioned higher before…

Then that meant…

Suddenly I reached the end, and continued my examination…

Finally, the candy was gone. But that did nothing to abate the flush on my cheeks as I realized what I had done. And then I heard a moan…

That wasn’t mine either.

I pulled away and stifled in a gasp of surprise. I was right, he’d gotten smaller.

“Ric..Ricdorian?” I hesitantly called out, and then our eyes met.

Gone was the intense predatory gaze from before, and in its place was a teary eyed boy. The rational Ricdorian was back, I felt relief flood my body. But when did he change back?

I could sense tears were threatening to fall from his eyes, and so I attempted to fall back, but his hand shot towards me, clinging needily onto my arms…

“No! Don’t go!” he pleaded.”Please, don’t go.” his face was blushing red, like a lost child that has no idea what to do next. I tried to pull away, but he hung on tightly, refusing to let me go, “Wait, don’t!” I protested, “You’ll fall.” I added. But then, he pulled me flush against him…

Our breaths mingled as he gazed at me…

And before I knew it, we were kissing again.

Compared to the previous kiss, this one seemed more awkward than lust-inducing…

But it made my heart beat in a different way than the previous kiss did. Our eyes were closed, our lips pressing up against each other that it was more of a peck than a kiss. But I feared if I were to open my eyes now, I’d be damning myself to something I couldn’t return from…

“…after.”

I murmured, my trembling hands brushing up to touch his needle-like soft hair. But just as I moved my hand up, I was barred by the chain fastened onto his neck.

His father, Archduke Harnim, had ordered for such restraints on his son. A restraint that could only be undone by the heroine of the story, whom he would someday meet…

My fingers opted to brush up against the cold, hard metal instead…

I wonder if I could do it…

My fingers tapped against. For a moment, I thought I heard a clicking sound, daring the restraint to break open and fall uselessly as it freed Ricdorian…

But it was all just wishful thinking. Silly musings from a silly girl.

Step. Step.

They were closer now! Immediately, I managed to successfully pull myself away from him. Unfortunately, I hadn’t accounted for the strength I pushed him with, nor the way he was bracing himself on anything and promptly fell back down with a painful thud!

“Ricdorian!” I gasped in alarm. He did not stir, not even in pain. He just lied there, limp.

Did he faint? I crouched down beside him, shaking his shoulders urgently, “Ricdorian? Are you awake?” I asked, but I received no response.

I brought a hand up to touch his forehead and felt relief flood into me.

He was burning up, which meant the spell was doing its work. Finally!

But it did nothing to appease the distaste I had in witnessing him suffer, and knowing I had done so deliberately. I moved him back to lie down more comfortably than he did before, and just as I finished, the footsteps stopped, and were replaced with a screeching sound coming from the bars being pried open…

A single man stepped inside, looking purposefully at me.

“Ms. Iana.” It was the senior guard I was familiar with. But why was he here? No one else but one only entered this place, “Ms. Iana?” he repeated, and I realized I never acknowledged him.

“Ah, yes?” I asked, not really interested in what he wanted to say, too lost in thought.

“I’m afraid to inform you that your visit will be cut short.” he informed me almost sheepishly. I blinked. No one usually bothered to tell me where or when to leave, often leaving me to decide so for myself.

As if sensing my confusion, he decided to elaborate.

“You’ve been summoned Ms. Iana.” he told her.

“Summoned?”

“Yes, the prison head guard has summoned you.”

Lenag called for me. That was understandable then. Every guard listened to Lenag as if he was the word incarnate of the heavens.

“Please follow me.” he gently prompted and I nodded.

“Of course.” I replied, standing up, before I caught sight of the ceiling once more…

Strange. I see only one.

“Uh, excuse me,” I called out to him and tilted my head, “You wouldn’t happen to hear anything strange a while ago, did you?”

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