No matter how you look at it, can things really unfold this obviously?
Living in Gyodam City had left Iris filled with suspicion, and she tilted her head doubtfully.
Because Laika had possessed the Ancient Ring, she wondered if perhaps the other major villains were holding the remaining Relics as well.
That was why she had come to Abellus’s Laboratory, which was pretty much a tiger’s den, though honestly, she hadn’t held much expectation.
Her main objective was to steal Abellus’s ability; if there was a Relic, that would be a nice bonus, but she wasn’t going to be too disappointed if there wasn’t.
‘It might not even be a Relic. There’s no rule that everything <Perception> picks up on is a Relic. But the chances are high.’
When she had Levelled Up, she’d received a Message: ‘You can now sense Relics more sensitively.’
Whether or not that necklace was the Relic she was searching for, it was definitely some kind of powerful item.
But lingering around the Statue of the Knight would arouse suspicion.
Quickly stepping back, Iris approached Abellus and placed the Healing Kit on the desk.
She had brought him the Healing Kit, so surely he would treat the wound himself.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you. Could you… help me take this off?”
“…Alright.”
To treat the wound, the Laboratory Coat had to come off.
With his arm injured, he probably didn’t have the strength to undress by himself, but Iris was irritated by how Abellus had been acting weak since earlier.
Still, she had to pretend not to know his true nature, so she couldn’t refuse his request.
Reluctantly answering, Iris reached out and touched Abellus’s body.
Trying to undress a psychopath alone in a room left her mouth dry with nervousness.
Abellus frowned as he moved his arm, helping to shrug off the garment.
Soon, the bloodstained Laboratory Coat was finally taken off and fell to the floor.
Somehow, the grimace Abellus made looked strangely seductive.
Why was she feeling so odd over something so trivial?
Maybe it was because she remembered how Abellus had groped her ass and made lewd comments, showing his arousal before.
‘I don’t need to take off the Dress Shirt too. Calm down, calm down. It’s not time for that yet.’
She still needed to steal his ability, but this wasn’t the right timing.
After hesitating, Iris decided to restrain herself this time.
If she got careless, she might end up just embarrassing herself.
She undid the Sleeve Button of Abellus’s Dress Shirt and rolled up his sleeve, revealing clear bite marks on his arm.
Fortunately, the bleeding had already stopped on its own.
‘To endure this… what incredible willpower.’
As Iris frowned at the wound, Abellus let out a weary voice.
His violet eyes blinked slowly, as if about to close.
It was obviously just an act, pretending to be in pain.
“Miss Iris, could you apply some ointment?”
“…Yes.”
She almost blurted out, ‘Why aren’t you using a Magic Potion?’ but caught herself just in time.
Ordinary people wouldn’t know about Magic Potions.
If she carelessly acted like she did, her cover would be blown.
Iris disinfected Abellus’s arm with Disinfectant Cotton, then wiped her own hands as well.
After that, she squeezed some Ointment onto her finger and carefully spread it over Abellus’s wound.
“Ugh…”
Was it because their bare skin touched, or was it the odd sound Abellus made every time she touched his wound?
Iris’s face started to heat up.
Determined to finish quickly and clear everything away, she unconsciously pressed a little harder with her finger.
Abellus furrowed his brows, groaning as he hunched his upper body, and his head touched Iris’s stomach.
‘Wait… what? How did we end up like this?’
As Iris leaned back, her bottom bumped against the desk.
Only then did she realize that she had become trapped between Abellus and the desk while treating his wound.
At that moment, Abellus rubbed his head against her flat stomach.
With the psychopath’s flirting, Iris’s body started to heat up.
With her hands in the air, flustered and not knowing what to do, Iris finally spoke.
“Ah, um…”
“Hoo… Miss Iris. Sorry. It just hurts a little. Give me a moment…”
With an insincere voice, Abellus raised his head.
His face was twisted in pain.
As he pressed himself closer to Iris, the swivel chair slid in, making their bodies fit together with no gap in between.
The distance had closed so much that their legs were touching.
As the next event unfolded, Iris gasped in surprise.
Abellus suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist.
She thought it was a bit early for this, but Abellus’s perverse behavior knew no time or place.
Iris’s mind raced.
‘Should I just take things further now? This perverted bastard only wants to do something to me, and I need to steal his ability… Abellus does have a pretty handsome face. I wouldn’t be losing out on this deal.’
With that decision, she no longer felt the need to hold back her desires.
Iris subtly moved her leg.
As her slender bare leg rubbed against his black pants, the inside of Abellus’s thigh swelled significantly.
He had been aroused for a while now, but this only made it even harder.
Glancing down, Iris slipped her leg deeper between Abellus’s thighs.
With this covert permission, Abellus’s breathing grew heavier.
In that moment, a large hand slipped under her Hoodie.
The cold hand against her bare skin drew a small moan from Iris’s lips.
“Haa…”
“Ha…”
Letting out a hot breath, Abellus’s hand moved without hesitation.
His head was filled with nothing but the desire to explore Iris’s body.
His hand quickly traveled up her flat stomach, groping her chest through her underwear.
It was hard to believe this swift movement came from someone who had been moaning in pain just moments ago.
‘Is he really injured?’
Covering her chest with her hands as the Hoodie shifted, Iris asked, “Your arm… will it be okay—hngh.”
“…It’s fine.”
Before she could finish speaking, Iris’s eyes narrowed.
A large hand pulled up her underwear and grasped her round breast.
Supporting Iris’s back with one hand, Abellus began to knead her ample chest with the other.
“Uh, ah…”
“Ha…”
Iris bent her upper body, flinching intermittently as Abellus touched her chest more easily.
Her posture seemed to grant permission, and Abellus’s eyes turned wild.
He anxiously caressed her slender back, then slipped his hand inside her Hoodie and unclasped her Bra Hook.
Freed from her underwear, her perky breasts were now fully at his mercy.
While fondling Iris’s chest, Abellus marveled inwardly.
Contrary to his expectations, her chest was very full.
With such a cute face, he thought her breasts would be of average size, but she had hidden an amazing figure beneath her loose Hoodie.
Her breasts were so ample that even his large hands couldn’t fully grasp them, and just touching them was enough to send him into a daze from pleasure.
Unable to restrain his excitement, Abellus lifted Iris’s Hoodie.
“Ha, Miss Iris’s breasts… they’re really, really beautiful.”
“Hngh… Abellus, not here…”
Seeing her full breasts, Abellus let out an admiring sigh through his lips.
Every time Iris breathed, her bouncy pink nipples trembled lightly on her voluptuous, elastic chest.
They looked so enticing, as if sweet nectar would flow if he sucked on them.
Why had he ever thought about dissecting this body?
Maybe, deep down, what he really wanted wasn’t to dissect her, but to savor her every inch as if he were dissecting her.
Looking at Iris’s bare chest, the corners of Abellus’s eyes flushed red.
For now, he felt none of the curiosity of a researcher.
All he wanted was to indulge in Iris’s body.
Gathering her breasts, Abellus pressed her now-stiff tips together with his fingers, teasing them lazily.
He circled, tugged, and twisted, repeating the motions until her honey-colored eyes narrowed.
“Ha, ahh… Abellus, stop, ah…”
“Just a little more, ha… Iris. Just a moment…”
Abellus had completely abandoned his patient act, mercilessly teasing Iris’s breasts.
He persistently pinched her pink nipples with both hands, panting heavily.
The constant stimulation of her sensitive spots made Iris gradually grow wet down below.
When she had helped him into the Lab Director’s Office, she never imagined things would turn out like this.
It was true what they said—no one could predict what would happen between a man and a woman.
“Hngh, mm…”
“Ha, Iris…”
In his lust-clouded violet eyes, he could see Iris’s seductive appearance.
Touching alone was no longer enough.
Abellus’s head dipped toward her chest, red lips parting—when an interruption appeared.
Belelelele―
“Wait, my phone’s…”