[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 167 The Knight and the Lady [English]

I was caught off guard by his actions, my mind was full of chaos and I couldn’t figure out a clue.While I was motionless, he had finished what he wanted to say and reached out to grab my hand.If according to etiquette, I am not married yet, you should not kiss my hand as a salute. Even if you want to salute, I should extend my hand first.But his movements are so natural and elegant, there is nothing to criticize.His lips didn’t really touch my skin, only his soft breath brushed against the back of my fingers.

As if being licked by tongues of fire, I pulled my hand back in panic: “No, this… what are you doing?!”

“I am swearing allegiance to you. Your Excellency saved me that day. From now on, I will be your most loyal servant.” He said respectfully while remaining kneeling.

I gradually realized, he…is he respecting me as his lady, his mistress in the name of a knight?!

No!This is ridiculous!If so, is he, in accordance with the spirit of chivalry, pledging to me the highest and most loyal admiration for a person – a sensitive, scandal-ridden woman like me?

No, I have already caused such a terrible incident. I don’t want to, and I can’t, provoke any more people!

“No, this won’t work, this…I…” I said no matter what, I would refuse in a panic.However, in so many chivalric novels, there has never been a passage in which a lady rejects the knight.I didn’t know what to say, but he raised his head and looked up at me:

“Are you going to reject me?” he asked.

I was suddenly dizzy for a second.Looking down from such a close distance, he’s face is simply captivating. The lazy sunlight in the autumn afternoon shines through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating his three-dimensional face, and his green eyes can almost suck people in.My mind seemed to be floating, and the voice of resistance suddenly became lower and turned into a murmur: “This… this… is just me…”

He wasn’t surprised by my softening, it was like he knew what his looks were capable of and didn’t care to take advantage of it.He’s green eyes flashed faintly, and his voice became softer. Matched with He’s appearance, it was simply addictive: “Don’t you like me, my master?”

I was like a butterfly entangled in a spider web, weak and still trying to struggle: “I…I…”

He stood up, and my eyes followed him from bottom to top, until his tall figure was enough to envelope me. Now the distance between us is too close, which is clearly against etiquette, but I was so absorbed that I didn’t notice.He’s perfect lips softened his chiseled face, making him appear gentle and harmless, inviting and close: “It doesn’t matter, everyone will like me.” He said softly: “Men and women, all will like me.”

My mind was spinning and I didn’t fully capture this sentence. It took me a while to react, and I asked stupidly: “What…what did you say?”

That sentence was blown away like a breeze and could no longer be captured.He took a step back without leaving a trace, letting the vague ambiguity disappear.When he opened his mouth again, the topic had been changed:

“I came to see you today to ask for a favor.” He returned to his initial respect and said: “The finals of the Knights Arena will be in two days. Please grant me this honor and go to the Lion Heart Arena to watch the game, so that I can get your blessing before I go on stage.”

Knight athletics?

This word successfully abducted my thoughts.In this era, the knightly competition can set off a crazy event for the whole people. From the kings and nobles to the poor and beggars, everyone is extremely enthusiastic about watching the noble knights fight with flesh and blood.Human beings, from ancient times to the present, blood has always had a place in our tastes, even thousands of years later, this is still the case.I have experienced the weirdness of the modern era, so I naturally have no interest in such cruel entertainment.A few years ago, I went to watch Leon participate in the competition. I was so frightened that I never went there again. I also cried and made trouble not to let Leon compete again.

In my impression, Luke is more of a scholar than a knight because of his handsomeness and nobility.I didn’t realize he was a fighter until he mentioned the competition.Since he can reach the finals, he must have superb fighting skills. My blessings for him to win are just beautiful words common in knight novels.And naturally I don’t want to watch people’s lives fighting for fun.

“I’m sorry, I…” I carefully considered my words and whispered: “My current situation is not suitable for showing up on such an occasion.”

I’m reminding him.I am a scandal-ridden person who was kicked out of the palace before her term as a female official was over.There are still many people who add insult to injury and treat me as a laughing stock behind my back.I’m reminding him of the rumors about me. A noble knight like him shouldn’t have anything to do with me at all.As for the lady who is loyal to me and respects me as he, she is even more stupid. It is better to break off the relationship with me immediately.

He kept looking at me, and with my rejection, the color of his green eyes dimmed slightly.

“Sir, do you know? I have no parents, no wife, no children, no relatives.” He paused for a moment and said: “When I walked onto the arena, I was alone. No one would bless me or remember me. If I fall, no one will take me in or mourn me.”

The tone of he was very light, as if he was talking about someone else, and my heart tightened, and I felt inexplicable worry and guilt.Somehow, I became a villain who abandoned him. Seeing his beautiful face showing loneliness, my heart seemed to have collapsed in half, and all the determination I had just made melted away, and I couldn’t even utter a single word of rejection.

I was still struggling with a sense of guilt, but he did not take advantage of my silence and retreat to pursue me.He saluted me and said softly: “I will pray to God and hope that you can change your mind. Then, I don’t dare to disturb you anymore, I will take my leave.”

With that said, he turned around and left, just as decisive as his arrival, without any sloppiness.I was left in the living room in the afternoon, staring blankly at the door where he disappeared.

I know I can’t tangle with him anymore.However, this meeting seemed to be influenced by some invisible force. I inexplicably stepped into his pace and was pulled by him.Now that he has left, I seem to have opened my eyes from a beautiful dream, but I am still immersed in the charm of nothingness and do not want to wake up.Thinking of his stunning appearance, a very weak voice echoed silently in my mind: Do I really want to cut off the relationship with him?

In the past few nights, I always think of he that afternoon, at a loss under me, so beautiful, his body, his heat, his beautiful face… I have never met someone like him, not in my two lives, so beautiful, but so pure, natural, and without any pretense. Seeing him in a panic when he is trapped in lust makes my heart tighten, and I want to devote all my love to him., and I can’t wait to ravage him severely.He is a once-in-a-millennium person, can I really let go?

That night, even though I took all the medicine, I still got wet in my erotic dream.What I dreamed about this time was not the three men who left me, but a pair of green eyes, as deep and moist as a spring lake.