NOVPUB"Should I risk it?" he mumbled, feeling extremely conflicted at the moment. Both the options were dangerous, especially if she woke up in the middle.
With that level of misunderstanding, he didn't think he could ever be able to explain his reasoning to clear his name.
For the next ten minutes, he kept thinking about it. He was growing more and more frustrated with each passing second. The more he thought about it, the harder this choice became. In the end, he simply said one thing.
"Fck it. I don't have time to be morally right." He toh a deep breath, and reached out his hand. His fingers gently brushed against Trisa's wait, tracing her slender curves to check if she had anything hidden there.
His fingers slowly climbed up, being as gentle as possible to ensure that she didn't wake up.
He truly felt like he was doing something extremely perverted. The only good thing about it was that there was no one here to see his actions. If anyone who knew him before, saw his actions, then he would have really died of embarrassment. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
He hoped to find the ring while searching the places that were not too risky. But that wasn't meant to be, and he couldn't find even the slightest trace of the storage ring.
The only other place that he could think of, was also the most complicated place where he had seen many women hide things even on earth.
"Please know that I'm not doing this because I wanted to," He mumbled, justifying himself as his fingers moved up to her chest.
His fingers brushed against the bare skin on her neck, and slowly moved down, to find an entrance within her clothes through her cleavage.
Before long, his hand was inside her clothes, and he could feel the softness that he could only have guessed until now.
Even though Trisa was said to be many times older than him, her skin was still that of someone who had barely turned twenty years old.
Even though he didn't press hard, he could still feel the softness trying to swallow his fingers as he moved down. She had a complete physique, something that her loose fitting clothes often hid.
"Hmm?" Soon, Eren's fingers touched something slightly harder, that blocked one of his fingers. "This can't be the ring, can it?"
He brought his thumb closer, and tried to pinch the ring to pull it out.
"Huh?" There was only one problem. When he tried to pinch the ring, it was easily squeezed. It wasn't a solid object.
"Mmmm..." Trisa softly moaned, making Eren almost freeze in fear. He didn't dare move even an inch, and looked at her face to see if she had woken up. Fortunately, that didn't seem to be the case.
He waited for a few seconds, his fingers still pinching on the small yet perky thing that he had come to guess. It definitely wasn't the ring like he had expected.
He had accidentally grabbed her left nipple between his finger and thumb, and he didn't dare move his fingers to release the pressure, worried about waking her up.
Throughout the time he waited, he could feel the texture of the thing that he had grabbed. His heightened senses didn't help him at all.
"I truly feel like a scum now. But it's too late to back off."
After waiting for a few seconds and ensuring that she didn't wake up, he released the pressure on his fingers, freeing Trisa. Instead, his hand moved over to her other breast in search of the storage ring.
"Is it...?" Once again, he felt something when he started the search. His fingers hit something, but this time he was more cautious. He moved his fingers carefully, to check the texture of the thing properly.
"This is it!" He suddenly exclaimed, feeling the excitement of finding the young that he wanted.
He was about to pull out the ring, only to feel a sharp killing intent descending on his body out of nowhere.
His body was covered in sweat when he raised his head, looking at Trisa's face. Her eyes were open, and she was looking down at her chest where his hand was still grabbing into her breast.
"G-good morning?" Eren said, feeling as if he was really screwed this time. Even if he was able to survive a fight against her, could he ever wash this stain off his reputation?
"What do you think you are doing?" Trisa asked, her voice almost shaking. It was clear that she was trying her hardest to control her rage at the moment.
If it was anyone else, she would have already sliced a hand off at least. But Eren was different. His alter ego was too strong. She wasn't worried about herself. She was more worried about the Ice Maiden Palace.
Moreover, she at least wanted to hear Eren's reasoning. Was he really a pervert that wanted to get his hands on her?
He was already so young, and good looking. His alter ego was also stronger. Couldn't he find someone better than her, if he was really a pervert?
"Would you believe me if I say that I saw an insect entering your clothes, and I was trying to catch it?" Eren smiled wryly, and asked.
"Would you believe me if I say that your hands were sliced off by that same insect?" Trisa answered, her voice growing even colder. She didn't believe the reason he gave.
At their level, a mere insect couldn't harm her. There was no need for Eren to get that insect. Moreover, she couldn't even feel that insect. The only thing that she could feel was Eren's warm hand, resting on her bare breast.
"If you don't give me a good enough reason within ten seconds, then I really don't know what I might do to you," Trisa said.
Eren didn't doubt her words. Even if Trisa wasn't the strongest person in the central realm, but she was at least stronger than him.
