Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 56 - 54: It Was Only a Kiss

"Spit it out. Why are you here?"

"And another thing—you’ve wrapped me up so I can’t move. Let me go."

She tried to struggle free, only to discover he had placed some kind of Magic on her. She was completely immobilized. "You’re just bullying me because my Cultivation is low! Does having a high Cultivation mean you can do whatever you want?"

Her chin was seized, forcing her to tilt her head up to look at him. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He lowered his head slightly to look down at her, his voice cool as he spoke. "As a matter of fact, a high Cultivation *does* mean you can do whatever you want."

His hand moved down and wrapped around her neck. "Would this slender neck of yours like to test that theory?"

’Seriously? Saying something like that with such a straight face... you’re really asking for it.’

Celeste Grant shot him a glare. "Let go, or I’ll unleash my Vile Dragon’s roar and swallow you whole."

Javier Sinclair’s gaze settled on her face. He stared at her for a moment. "You? A Vile Dragon’s roar? HAHAHA." He couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

He retracted his hand and sat down beside her.

This was the first time Celeste Grant had seen him truly laugh, not just give one of his sinister, cold smirks.

But his laughter left Celeste Grant feeling embarrassed. ’I was just talking big,’ she thought. ’What’s so damn funny?’

"Stop laughing! Even a cornered rabbit will bite."

He propped a hand on the bed, turning to face her. "I’d like to see that. How exactly does a cornered rabbit bite?"

Celeste Grant was furious.

’He’s still laughing.’

’Still laughing!’

’Have I no pride?’

She gritted her teeth.

"If you’ve got the guts, undo this Magic. I’ll show you."

She still couldn’t move.

Javier Sinclair glanced at her and nodded slightly.

"Fine. I’ll release you."

With a flick of his finger, the Magic binding her was undone.

「The next moment.」

Celeste Grant felt the blanket loosen. She could move again—her body, her hands, everything. "Heh heh heh... On this dark and stormy night, I’ll let you witness the roar of a Vile Dragon and see what happens when a cornered rabbit bites!" she declared, lunging forward. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed.

"This is how a cornered rabbit bites!"

With that, she wrapped her hands around his neck and swung a leg over to pin him down. The tables had turned. "I’ll choke you! I’ll choke you! See? Are you getting a good look now?! Why are you so obnoxious? You just had to see for yourself!"

Javier Sinclair was speechless.

He stared at Celeste Grant, a flicker of astonishment in his eyes. ’This woman... she actually dares? Has she gotten bolder?’

His gaze deepened as he looked at her.

"Celeste Grant."

He called her name, his voice chilling.

Celeste Grant froze.

She gave a dry laugh, belatedly releasing her grip. Her courage faltering, she said, "You were the one who wanted to see. Now you know. That’s what you get for trying to scare me for no reason. I can be very fierce, you know."

Javier Sinclair fell silent, looking at the woman poised above him.

’Does she have some kind of misunderstanding about what ’fierce’ means?’

She was straddling his legs, her body leaning slightly forward, her long hair spilling across his chest. Her long legs, her slender waist... he could touch them just by reaching out.

Javier Sinclair said nothing, his gaze fixed on her face, a complex emotion swirling in his eyes. He had only meant to scare her a little. He never expected this woman to be so bold. To dare to manhandle him in such an improper way.

"Get up," he said, his voice low and raspy. The moment he spoke, he felt his throat tighten.

Celeste Grant smiled.

She poked his chest and lowered her voice. "You want me to get up just because you said so? Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to scare me again?"

’This woman is testing my limits.’

’Just because I’m not interested in women doesn’t mean I’m not a man.’

Just as Celeste Grant was about to get up, a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. His other hand clamped down on one of her legs.

"Celeste Grant, what do you think you’re doing? Do you think I can’t handle you? Or do you think I’m not a man?"

He sat up ramrod straight, pulling Celeste Grant fully into his embrace. She was dumbfounded.

At this moment, it finally dawned on Celeste Grant.

’AHHHH... My brain is fried.’

She was straddling... his lap.

Her wrist was still caught in his grasp. She glanced down and saw his long fingers still clamped around her leg.

The position the two of them were in now looked rather improper.

She tried to move her hand but found she couldn’t.

She had binged countless trashy dramas and soapy TV shows in her time. Just from this one scene—a man and a woman, alone, locked in an embrace—she could probably write a hundred-thousand-word fanfic.

"Um... This situation is getting a little... ambiguous."

Javier Sinclair replied nonchalantly, "When has our relationship ever been clear?"

Celeste Grant froze.

Her face flushed red.

"You still haven’t let go."

Celeste Grant tried to wriggle her hand free.

"Scared now?"

Javier Sinclair sneered.

"Weren’t you being so fierce?"

"Show me how fierce you can be."

Celeste Grant was speechless.

’Damn man.’

’What kind of kink is this?’

Celeste Grant looked up at him.

As the saying goes, never back down, even in defeat. Seizing the initiative makes you the winner. Her best and worst trait was her stubbornness. After a single glance at him, she leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

Seeing him freeze in place and loosen his grip, she took her chance.

A triumphant smile spread across Celeste Grant’s face.

’Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, the honey trap is supreme.’

’It works every time.’

She pulled her hand back and scrambled to get away, but an arm suddenly shot out, wrapped around her waist, and hauled her back.

「The next moment.」

A cool sensation touched her lips.

All she could see was the man’s face, magnified before her.

「At this moment.」

Celeste Grant finally understood one thing.

A man... is a man.

All that talk about not being interested in women, about being above feminine charms... when the time comes, they’re all the same.

Perhaps sensing her mind was still wandering, his hand tightened on the back of her neck...

A kiss.

He released her.

Javier Sinclair looked at her.

He touched his own lips.

"You kissed me?"

A flash of panic crossed Javier Sinclair’s eyes, but his face remained impassive. He sneered. "I was just returning the favor."

Celeste Grant blinked, recalling his constant refrain about how he would never develop feelings for her.

"Exalted One, didn’t you say you had no designs on me?"

Javier Sinclair shot her a look and rose from the bed. With a calm flick of his sleeve, he said, "I simply don’t like being taken advantage of. Not by anyone. And that includes you."

Celeste Grant shrugged.

"Alright, then."

Celeste Grant’s eyes darted slyly.

She touched her lips and sighed.

"You call that a kiss? It kind of hurt. Your technique... *cough*, it’s just okay, I guess."

The cold mask on Javier Sinclair’s face cracked.

’Was she saying he didn’t know how?’

’Looking down on him for not even knowing how to kiss a woman?’

’If word of this got out, he’d be utterly humiliated.’

He strode forward.

Celeste Grant, still sitting on the bed, watched him approach and held up a hand defensively. "What do you think you’re doing now?"

Javier Sinclair grabbed her arm, pulled her up, and slung her over his shoulder before walking away. "Hey! You can’t be serious! I just kissed you, and you already kissed me back! Don’t tell me you’re going to throw me into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

In a flash of movement, Celeste Grant found herself in his room.

She watched as he waved his hand, setting up a Forbidden Spell.