lust bound: The prostitute rank up system.-Chapter 135:Home

"Your parents are kinder than I expected," Alaric said to Jezebel.

"Yeah, I’m pretty lucky," she smiled softly, "So did you get scammed? They do love money," she said jokingly.

Alaric laughed and shook his head. He had gone into the meeting expecting the worst but it was pretty good.

"Want to go to my room?" Jezebel whispered when they got outside. Alaric looked around and pulled her to a more secluded corner.

"We’re already outside and your parents will see us."

Jezebel chuckled and shook her head.

"No, they won’t. I don’t live in the main house most of the time," she said and got out of Alaric’s grip, pulling him towards the side of the house," Come on, I’ll show you."

Alaric took one last glance at the main house and followed Jezebel. Maybe he was a sinner after all, there was no way he was going to be saved after pulling this stunt.

He just hoped he got out of the estate without any incidents.

"Tada!" Jezebel shouted, pointing at a small Victorian house. It was painted purple with different flowers climbing the walls.

This was clearly her private haven.

"This is beautiful, Jez, it really suits you," Alaric praised her vehemently. She blushed and smiled at that.

"I designed it."

Alaric was truly impressed.

"Thats even better. You are really opening my eyes to a lot of things ."

"Stop it, you’re making me shy. Come on let’s go inside."

She pulled him to the house.

The inside was just as he had expected. Simple. White walls with white furniture and light coming into the room from the large open window.

"I don’t really have much food in the house," Jezebel said and walked to the kitchen.

Alaric followed right behind her.

"You don’t really have to make anything, " he tried to convince her but she ignored him and opened the fridge door.

She looked around for a bit her hand stretching before retracting.

"You’ve never been to the kitchen have you?"

Alaric said and came and stood behind her looking into the fridge. It was fully stocked from drinks to groceries.

"Yeah the nanny does that," Jezebel said in a small voice. Alaric chuckled at that.

"Move aside, I’ll cook us something, " he said while wrapping his hands around her waist and spinning her around. She laughed at that.

"You know how to cook?" Jezebel asked leaning on his back.

"Yes."

He took out what he needed from the fridge and closed it behind him.

"What are you going to cook?" Jezebel asked. She came and sat on the counter next to him as she watched him cut up the mushrooms.

"Just pasta, it’s easier to make and faster."

"I can’t wait. "

They fell into a comfortable silence except for the sound of oil and pans

"How has school been?" Alaric asked Jezebel breaking the silence. She was still seated on the counter looking at him.

"Someone in our class died three days ago," she said suddenly her voice lowered.

Alaric’s eyes widened. He had not expected things to go in that direction.

"Really thats must have been a surprise. "

"Yes, I heard he went to a higher-class dungeon. Someone in that team helped him sneak in."

Alaric glanced at her.

"Seriously, that can happen?"

Jezebel nodded but Alaric already had his back turned as he placed the pasta into the sauce.

"Yeah, it can. I heard some guilds do that. You can even fake an identity and enter a dungeon. Those people at the entrance are always tired so they don’t check carefully."

"This must be an ongoing syndicate, but your classmates were pretty stupid, no offense. So what class was he?"

"An E class."

Alaric stirred the paste in the pan, coating it with the source.

"Really, he must have been really desperate. I thought he would have a higher class."

Jezebel shook her head, got down from the kitchen counter, and stood next to him.

"This smells really good. I doubted you there, I thought you would be average ."

Alaric chuckled.

"When have I ever been average?"

He leaned down and kissed her lips before releasing her.

"You’re a distraction."

He took the pan off the heat.

"I forgot about the plates," Jezebel said, opening the last cabinet on the right just above her. There were only four overhead cabinets.

"We both forgot. "

Alaric plated the food and sprinkled the corridor before presenting it to a waiting Jezebel beside him.

"Your food my lady. "

"This looks delicious. "

She took the fork Alaric handed to her and started to eat, moaning delightfully with each bite.

The breeze from the open kitchen window just made it better.

"I told you I’m a good cook."

Jezebel nodded as she swallowed her food. She placed the fork down and turned to him.

"Ive never eaten while standing before," she said excitedly.

"You started to eat before we could even move and the direct breeze is amazing."

"Right. It is. I’ve always eaten in enclosed spaces and it always felt too formal. "

Alaric nodded along side hdr. It was understandable to some extent. Rich households are more restrictive.

Alaric walked back to the fridge and picked up some lemons. He had finished his meal faster and placed it in the sink.

"Want some lemonade? It’s still hot outside."

Jezebel turned and looked at him, and nodded.

"Do you still talk with Laura? I’ve wanted to ask you this."

He squeezed the lemons into the water and opened the fridge to pick some ice and placed them on both cups.

"Yes, I still talk with her, I never expected her to be so kind. My brother doesn’t like her very much. He says she doesn’t like talking to the others ."

Her brows wrinkled in frustration. It was clear she was annoyed by her brother’s reaction.

"Yeah, she’s a sweetheart. Did you see her painting?"

Alaric mixed the sugar in the cup and gave the cup to her. She took it and took a sip.

"Its good," her eyes brightened as she took a second sip.

Alaric chuckled.

"Its sugar and lemons."

"Ooh, what did you ask, I remember." She ran her hand through her hair. Alaric was about to repeat it when she tapped her forehead, a smile on her face. "Yeah, I’ve seen her paintings. She even gave me one as a present."

Jezebel walked to the sitting room while carrying her lemonade, Alaric followed behind her.

She came to a stop in front of a small painting placed almost at the entryway to the hallway leading to her room. Alaric had not noticed it when he came in.

It was a picture of a dead goblin, that had been burnt.

"Its ..."

Jezebel laughed at his lack of words.

"I showed her a picture of one of the goblins we had killed in the dungeon and she was kind enough to draw for me."

"You took pictures?"

Alaric could hear the excitement in her voice as she talked about Laura. She was really her number one fan girl.

Alaric was about to touch it when there was a knock and the door was pushed open.

Jezebel’s brother came bursting through it.

"Thats so rude...."

Before Jezebel could finish her sentence, he appeared in front of Alaric and threw a punch at him.

Alaric side-stepped, managing to avoid the punch narrowly. He skipped back into Jezebel’s halfway distancing himself from the raging man.

"What are you doing to my sister!" He shouted and tried to move towards him but Jezebel blocked him.

"Stop it Cain, you’re acting like a child!"

Alaric thanked her sweet heart. He would not have been able to survive an S class for long.

"Then why is he in your house instead of going home?" Cain asked in a loud voice.

Alaric was quietly looking at him behind Jezebel. He had enough sense of self-preservation not interfere.

"What! Now I can’t even talk to people or have friends?"

Cain stuttered before sighing.

"But he’s a man Jezebel. A man and a woman are alone in the house. What do you think will happen?"

"Tsk.. sex obviously. " 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Okay, maybe Jezebel just threw him into the fire directly. She covered her mouth as the realisation of what she had just said sank in.

"Did you sleep with him Jezzy?"

Alaric stepped further back as the man’s anger started to rise.

"No, I was joking, it’s something I picked up from school. I just wanted to thank him since he helped me."

Cain looked at both of them sceptically.

"I don’t believe you."

Alaric rolled his eyes inwardly.

"You can look in the kitchen the dishes are still in the sink, we just finished eating right now."

Cain glanced at the kitchen entrance and then back to her.

"You can’t cook."

Jezebel rubbed her hair in frustration.

"I was not the only one in the house Cain, he can cook."

"So you’re trying to get to my sister through her stomach right?"