I Decided to Kidnap the Male Lead

—Chu.

Once.

—Chu.

Twice.

Richard pressed his lips onto Ophelia’s cheek, which was redder than a ripe apple.

Ophelia closed her eyes tightly as she was baptized with his kisses.

Even the quivers of those fluttering eyelashes were lovely, so Richard put his lips on her closed eyes as well.

It couldn’t have been, but it seemed that red flower water and honey that had been dried touched his lips.

“Sweets aren’t that bad.”

The sweet he was talking about couldn’t be the snack she ate.

Ophelia pressed against his chest, which was harder than the wall, refusing to open her eyes.

It was embarrassing, and it made her feel like she was going crazy from excitement. The inside of her mouth was so sweet that she wondered if it would melt her tongue.

“Ophelia.”

“Why… Why.”

Narrowing her eyes at his call, Ophelia involuntarily clenched at the rough fingertips that slowly brushed the corners of her mouth, and she bit his fingers.

It was instinct.

Didn’t children often look and bite at anything that was near their mouth?

Of course, Ophelia wasn’t a baby, but her cheeks were burning red like tomatoes and the corners of her eyes were hot. It was clear that reason was almost gone.

Maybe she was surprised after she did it, for she froze while still biting the finger.

Richard looked down at her without blinking once and said,

“There’s foam on your lips, too.”

Clenching the finger, Ophelia glanced down at her mouth before gently pulling her neck back.

Letting go of his fingers, which she bit as naturally as possible, she looked up as if nothing had happened and her heart sank.

Right in front of her nose, the golden lion was aiming for her..

“Ri…”

She called out to him and tried to pull her head back, but it was too late.

As soon as the bridge of their noses brushed, Richard swallowed Ophelia’s breath at once.

Before she had time to close her eyes, Richard’s golden desert was soaked with the blue rain of Ophelia.

(TL/N: for the sleepy, it’s referring to their eyes ^^)

This moment was like eternity.

Richard wrapped his arm around Ophelia’s waist and pulled.

He couldn’t let go.

He couldn’t miss it.

As he brushed Ophelia’s stiff back, which was trembling slightly, he pressed his lips against hers and whispered.

“A little bit more.”

What? There was no time to question it.

Tears formed around the eyes of Ophelia, who were short of breath at Richard’s kiss, which drank all her breath away.

She scratched his chest, but he didn’t back down as if he wasn’t satisfied.

Ophelia didn’t know what to do.

Her vision was blurring, but why was he so clear?

Tears began to trickle down from her reddened eyes.

The moment the tears rolled down her cheeks and off her chin.

Ophelia drew in her breath. It penetrated deep into her lungs, no, all over her body.

“Ugh, euk.”

Looking down at her blushing cheeks and wet eyes, Richard whispered as he pressed his lips to Ophelia’s teary eyes.

“I said it’s heaven.”

His hot breath ran through his lips and tickled her eyelashes.

“Anywhere with you is heaven to me.”

Ophelia was able to smile because he was clear even in her blurred vision, which was faint from the lack of breath.

.

Ophelia, who hadn’t worked very hard, came home with an exhausted body, and bumped into her mother who was about to go to an evening party.

“Ophelia.”

With wide open arms, Ophelia stared at her mother, who absentmindedly glanced at her up and down.

“Motherrrrr.”

She hugged her mother with a nasal sound that she couldn’t imagine before.

To think there was a day like this.

A day when she wanted to cling to anyone and play a fool.

For Ophelia, today was such a day.

She wanted to convey this tickling and dry feeling to someone, so she didn’t know what to do.

A voice mixed with a sigh fell over Ophelia’s head as she rubbed her face against her mother’s chest.

“Sebastian, is this really my daughter? Does she look like that to you too?”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“My God, this is my daughter.”

“By any means, it’s clear that it’s the young lady.”

“Yes. I guess so. Oh, my God, there’s a grown-up daughter doing this in a place like this.”

Even as lamentations poured out, Ophelia didn’t flinch and clung to her mother as if showing off.

“I’m suffocating, dear daughter.”

Despite those words, her mother did not push Ophelia.

Rather she patted her on the back.

Before long, Sebastian suggested with a faint smile on his well-groomed face.

“Shall we send a letter for your absence from the evening party today?”

Ophelia lifted her head at Sebastian’s words, who read her mind easily.

Her mother, who was looking down at Ophelia, touched her forehead as if she was in pain.

However, her hand patting Ophelia’s back remained the same.

Shaking her head, her mother nodded at Sebastian.

“Do it.”

“Yes.”

Ophelia hugged her mother a little tighter, and her mother brushed Ophelia’s back.

“I don’t know what happened, but you look tired.”

“I guess so.”

“It seems like that, if you’re tired, you’re tired, or if you’re not… Anyway, silly child. Let’s go up.”

Having untied her arms that held her mother in an embrace, Ophelia linked her arms with hers.

“Do you really have to do this?”

“Do you like it?”

“Do you really have to ask me that again? Of course I don’t hate it.”

She couldn’t contain her laughter as she directed a grin to her mother, who squinted and made sure she was okay with the nagging.

“Don’t laugh with such an empty face.”

“Only in front of my mother.”

“Could it be just me? There must be one more.”

Unable to find the words to answer her mother, Ophelia rolled her eyes and met Sebastian’s gaze.

Ophelia smiled and waved her hand towards Sebastian, who bowed deeply.

Before long, the mother and daughter arrived at the latter’s room in a very natural way.

“You’re like drooping dried radish, so go to sleep.”

“Is it that bad?”

Her mother clicked her tongue at Ophelia, who brushed her cheek shyly.

“Tsk, I don’t know what’s going on, but lie down for now.”

“…Now?”

She wanted to have a chat with her mother over a cup of tea.

Her mother tapped on the bed, as if she had no intention of waiting for Ophelia.

“Come quickly.”

“Yes.”

Following her mother’s beckoning, Ophelia, lying down on the bed, blinked at her and asked,

“Mother.”

“Hmm?”

“The clothes are too uncomfortable.”

“My grown-up daughter can’t even take off her own clothes, so if this mother goes, you should call the servants.”

Ophelia laughed at the very firm and clear answer.

As Ophelia, who had been forced to lie down on the bed, continued to giggle, a smile spread across her mother’s lips as well.

The mother said as she tossed a lock of hair from her daughter’s cheek.

“You don’t seem to be worried about love. So what is it?”

Ophelia’s mouth opened willingly, but she said nothing.

What could she say?

—I’m caught in the loop of infinite regression, and because of that, it looks like the world will end, so I’m trying to stop it, but I don’t know if it’s possible?

The sincere concern in her mother’s eyes and voice made Ophelia want to tell the whole truth, but she forced the words to stop at the tip of her tongue.

Instead, Ophelia smiled.

Hopefully, her smile would ease her mother’s worries a little.

She didn’t want to see the person she loved and really cared about worry and have a hard time because of her, so she didn’t talk about terribly painful things.

She never thought she would understand that feeling.

And perhaps reading Ophelia’s mind, her mother didn’t ask anything more.

Ophelia scrunched her nose and asked playfully.

“Rather than that, why didn’t you think that I was worried about love?”

“If there’s a problem, instead of worrying, you would have, at minimum, gone to solve it by grabbing His Highness’ collar. You’re not the kind of girl who just sits back and suffers.”

At the clear reply, Ophelia had to pull up the blanket to cover her embarrassed face.

“How did you know that I grabbed him by the collar?”

“What?”

“What?”

“You grabbed him by the collar, His Highness the Crown Prince?”

“Yes… Didn’t you know?”

“It was a metaphor. Well, His Highness the Crown Prince had a good experience thanks to my daughter.”

Her mother added as Ophelia lifted the blanket away from her eyes and placed it under her chin.

“Sebastian is worried about you. He’s a lot of fuss.”

“Yes? Sebastian?”

Ophelia widened her eyes. Is that so?

Sebastian… wasn’t he a person who embodied the word ‘calm’?

How could he make a fuss.

“It’s not just Sebastian. All the servants in the house said a word or two as if they were waiting for a long time, but if anyone saw or heard it, they would think you have a fatal disease.”

“I didn’t get a fatal disease.”

“In their eyes, you look like someone with a fatal disease.”

“Is that enough?”

“Yes, how noisy they are.”

“I didn’t know…”

“What do you know.”

At the short but strong fact, Ophelia was at a loss for words.

Ame: This is Sebastian’s first appearance, yes? It’s not stated what position he holds in the Bolsheik, but I’m assuming/inferring he is the butler… For a named character to be introduced this late in the story, he is definitely important, we just don’t know how Is he the author of the novel? The secret ultimate villain?

Dea: Manga/Novel authors: ‘We have a character that’s a butler, what should we name him? Hm… Sebastian? Sebastian works, I like that, very unique.’

But jokes aside i bet he’s a butler hahaha maybe we’ll find more about him next chap