God Of Crafting

Chapter 125: Side-effects (2)

Normally, holding Claire in a princess carry as she now rather peacefully dozed off within my arms would be enough to get me going like crazy.

Maybe not even in the strictly erotic sense, but rather by filling my heart with a sense of great warmth, something that no mere sexual attraction could ever match.

A sense of the warmth of the other person, the trust necessary for her to only gain peaceful sleep when held close in my arms, and the welcoming manner in which her limbs wrapped around me. All of those things combined created what I could only describe as being showered in silent, mature, and intimate affection.

But that's how it was supposed to feel.

And with Chihiro's words still ringing at the back of my head, I simply could not perceive this moment as such.

'Thinking about it, isn't he quite right?'

On one end, save for the time when we both fully focused on duking it out with the attackers, Claire was quite active. Heck, she was the one to partake in the organization of this whole battle or many of the events prior to it.

'Then again, she's yet to mention this whole thing even once, huh?'

Shaking my head, I took a deep breath before knocking at our villa's door with my foot, my hands too occupied holding Claire up to ever have a chance to reach for the knob or find, insert, and then turn the key.

Thankfully, that's where being rich perks kicked in, with one of the servants inside hurrying up to open the doors for me instead.

Sparing no time for the words, I just nodded my head in the passing to thank you for the help before hurrying up the corridor and then to the private part of the mansion. Before I could think about anything else, I reached our bedroom where I could finally plant Claire down.

The moment I tried to do so, however, her grasp over my both tightened.

Seeing this... No, feeling her all cutely tremble from simple, primal happiness made it impossible for me to resist.

As if by some magic trick, my arms pried open... Only for my elbows to move out of the way, allowing my hands free access to the back of Claire's head.

'Counter!'

I tried to sneak my elbow close to the side of Claire's head... Only for her to suddenly pull me and raise her head, changing the way in which my hand reached the top of her hair.

Instead of just reaching out for it as I would from the front, with my elbow now sliding behind it, I've actually reached across the back of her head and then a bit above her forehead, nearly embracing her whole head within my arm as I pulled her even closer in this extremely intimate... No, affectionate hold.

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Looking down, Claire's forehead was burning red.

'She's feeling it too, I guess...' I thought, once again thinking back to all that I've discussed with Claire's father.

Right now, beyond all my natural reasons to just enjoy the snuggle... I actually had a nefarious goal in my mind. A plot that I had to see through no matter what, too weary of the consequences of not doing so.

Still, with every passing moment, our movements grew more heated and our breaths bothered. This made it quite clear that my perfectly reasonable goal of preserving our relationship long-term, perfectly aligned with how naturally our affectionate struggle was turning into more and more expressive forms of love and desire.

Then again, now that I patted Claire's head... my restraint of how she could move it had weakened. A breach she hurriedly made full use of by slowly raising her face as she gave me this deep, dreamy look of longing, hunger, and desire.

And then...

"How do you want to do it?"