363 Rolling in Bed (1/2)

Leon woke up, sluggishly to an unfamiliar environment. Memories of the previous night were fuzzy and blurred. As he tried to get out of bed, he froze. He was not alone.

One of the female servants he had seen last night was sleeping soundly beside him with her head rested on his arm.

Leon sweated.

This seems like big trouble!

A warm fur blanket covered her pristine naked body, but he could feel the smoothness akin to silk from the contact between their skin. All their clothes laid scattered messily along the floor.

”Mmm…”

The female servant issued a gentle moan and repositioned herself to a more comfortable position.

'What the hell happened last night?'

Leon gave up on the idea of getting out of bed—Not with his arm held hostage. He tried to recall the previous night but found nothing. It was a blank slate after he passed out.

Studying the scattered clothes, Leon realized the clothes were torn. Afterward, he studied the female servant's facial features.

She was a fine beauty—not on the same level as Aria, but still a beauty, nonetheless. Given some success in the practice of divine cultivation, anyone can transform into a stunning beauty.

Those who can look like fairies from the paintings are few and far between. After all, divine cultivation nourishes the body with Spirit Energy to bring about a beautifying effect. It does not change one's inherent flaws.

If a person practicing divine cultivation looked like a toad, they would only become a better-looking toad. However, a better-looking toad was still a toad, nonetheless.

Anyway, that was beside the point.

Leon noticed a few dried tearstains and felt an incoming headache.

Piecing the clues together, it seems that the female servant had not crawled into his bed willingly. Instead, it seemed like he had been a beast who forced himself on her.

Of course, Leon did not jump to conclusions just yet.

He did not rule out the possibility that everything could be an elaborate scheme from the other party to make him think that way and guilt-trip him into taking responsibility for the deed he has done.

That being said, he was not going to evade responsibility. It was undeniable that he had taken the female servant's chastity. The patch of dried blood on the bed could be seen at a glance and cannot be faked.

”Haiz…”

Leon sighed.

To think all of this had been the result of some alcohol. Alcohol was indeed a source of trouble. Look at the mess it left him. He was just thankful it was not a female gorilla that he woke up in bed with.

At some point, the female servant woke up and noticed Leon's dilemma.

”You're awake?” Leon gently asked.

It took her a great deal of courage to say this because she was aware of the reality of things.

She was just a little servant with no status. Even if Leon chooses to wash his hands of the matter and leave, she can do nothing about it.

Furthermore, chastity was not really valued in the tribe. Many men and women switch partners often. People of the Darkmoon Tribe were quite open to relationships.

Thus, even if she fails to become Leon's mistress after having her first time taken, there would still be other men in the tribe willing to accept her as a mistress or concubine.

Finding a partner was never her concern.

The importance was how a talentless person like her would be treated. Even if she becomes the mistress of a Great Warrior and have her status elevated, a Great Warrior usually had multiple lovers. She would just be suppressed and bullied by them.

Just Chief Valencia's harem alone included 6 other people, and they are not all men. If Leon were to learn of this fact, he would be in for quite the shock.

When Leon heard the female servant's response, he shook his head and shelved all the complicated thoughts aside.

”There's no use crying over spilled milk. What's done is done.” Leon shrugged before saying, ”I just feel a little regretful.”

He had a dejected look.

”May I be so bold as to ask what it is that you regret, Young Master?” The female servant asked shakingly with a dulled look.

Was she not good enough?

It was true that she had been unwilling last night, but the wild Leon had conquered her with his dexterous fingers.

The first time should have been painful, but she only remembered drowning in pleasure. It would not be bad to become Leonhardt's lover.

”There's no need to be so formal with me. You can just call me Leonhardt.” Leon shook his head before he sighed, ”I just regret not remembering anything!”

”Err?”

The female servant was stunned, unable to follow his words. These were not the words she was expecting.

Not caring about the female servant's stunned expression, Leon continued to speak dejectedly, ”Since we already did it, at least let me enjoy it! Why can't I recall a single thing? Ah, how unfortunate!”

”Erm…”