Age of arrogance novel (machine translated with some grammatical edits)

Chapter 5

Carlisle was about to grab the door handle when Max Erez added something hastily.

 "But this person's tastes are a bit unique, and he enjoys being forced to do anything. So, even if this person seems resistant, you can just proceed."

"Did you invite a pervert?"

"Ahaha! Rather than being a pervert, why not call them eccentric and unique? One becomes intoxicated by their own vulnerability, falling into the pleasure of being forcibly held in the arms of a strong man."

Carlisle snorted.

"I want to enjoy pleasure, but I don't want to seem like I'm hungry for a woman, or something like that?"

"It's similar. Hehehe!"

"You're a pervert."

Carlisle clicked his tongue with a frown, but did not reject it. He strode into the door Max opened, and immediately the door closed behind Carlisle.

However, the beautiful woman who was boasted about by Max was nowhere to be seen.

"What going on?"

The room was dark, as if it had clearly been decorated for a secret meeting.

On one side, there was a couch large enough to be used as a bed, and sweet drinks and simple food that lovers share at night were also prepared.

The room, which was evenly lit with the scent of an aphrodisiac permeating, looked like the luxurious bedroom of a high-class courtesan.

"I'm sure this did not come cheap... ... ."

As Carlisle tilted his head and looked around the room, what he thought was a blanket on the couch flinched.

Carlisle reflexively pulled out his dagger for self defence and stood guard in that direction.

"Uhm... ... ."

A faint moan came from the pile of blankets.

'No way, is that a girl?'

It was a completely different situation than I thought. Carlisle kept his guard up and approached the couch.

The woman who had fallen on the couch also slowly lifted her upper body.

I thought it was a blanket embroidered with gold thread, but instead, it was a woman's dazzling blonde hair scattered across a silk dress. Her hair was so abundant that it seemed as if golden threads were flowing down.

Carlisle couldn't help but admit it, as a small head rose through the beautiful blonde hair.

'That guy from earlier must be confident.'

Contrary to the rumours, she was quite beautiful, even to Carlisle, who was not very interested in women.

It wasn't just a pretty face. The white and slender neck and shoulders stimulated the protective instinct, and in contrast, the voluptuous chest stimulated the man's obscene desires.

"ah... ... !"

The woman, who had fallen asleep and came to her senses, was startled and flinched when she found Carlisle.

'It's just as I thought.'

Carlisle sneered, then walked up to her and bowed down to look a her. The sharp, shining dagger was still held in his hand.

"Hmm... ... . Are you a noble?"

"Oh, I... ... yes... ... ."

The woman's large eyes were moving along the dagger that was right in front of her nose.