As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Lyanna blinked innocently, then laughed softly: "Otherwise, is Junior Roy expecting something strange?"

Thinking about those terrible thoughts, Roy's face turned red, but he didn't answer in the end.

Chapter 42: The Taste of Junior

The store is elegantly decorated, but deserted and unusually quiet. Only the soothing melody of classical music flows slowly, depicting a unique tranquility.

The college's commercial streets were filled with a variety of shops, often the focus of factional contention. However, small shops like coffee shops, which offered low prices and had nothing to do with the supernatural, were often spared from being drawn into the conflict due to their sparse customer base.

Leaning on the wooden chair, looking at the girl opposite bathed in the faint sunlight with a sweet smile, Roy couldn't help feeling a little dazed in such a peaceful atmosphere.

Honestly, Roy.

The store is elegantly decorated, but deserted and unusually quiet. Only the soothing melody of classical music flows slowly, depicting a unique tranquility.

The college's commercial streets were filled with a variety of shops, often the focus of factional contention. However, small shops like coffee shops, which offered low prices and had nothing to do with the supernatural, were often spared from being drawn into the conflict due to their sparse customer base.

Leaning on the wooden chair, looking at the girl opposite bathed in the faint sunlight with a sweet smile, Roy couldn't help feeling a little dazed in such a peaceful atmosphere.

To be honest, Roy thought he would be taken to Lyanna's territory, using the blood of the [False King] to help with some difficult tasks, or to see the background of the dark magic faction. He didn't expect that he was just here to drink coffee.

"You can drink coffee anytime, right?"

"There aren't many opportunities to have coffee with Roy," Lyanna instructed the waiter with familiarity, "I want the same as usual."

Roy's mind wasn't on coffee, so he didn't even look at the menu that was pushed over to him. "I'll just have the same as hers."

"Then add extra sugar and milk," Lyanna added.

Roy found it a little funny: "I'm not so bad that I can't even drink a cup of coffee."

"Being able to drink and enjoying it are two different things, okay?"

Roy curled his lips.

This guy wouldn't really treat him as his junior, right?

Soon, steaming hot coffee with extra sugar and milk was placed on the table.

The coffee is pure black.

Lyanna didn't add any extra ingredients, just stirred it slightly, then gracefully picked up the cup and slowly sipped it between her lips, which were neither too thin nor too thick.

Her slender and thick eyelashes stretched slightly, and when she put down the cup and opened her eyes again, a rare tenderness brighter than the sun spread in her empty purple eyes.

She has a straight figure and dignified manners. The faint warm sunlight is like a thin veil of dusk, giving the girl a hazy look.

This scene, which was like a poem or painting, made Roy slightly dazed.

Until the girl covered her mouth and chuckled: "What's wrong, I feel a little embarrassed because of the staring of my junior brother?"

"No, nothing." Roy looked away.

"Just seeing you enjoying it."

"Well, after all, it was my junior who treated me to this drink, so it tastes even better than usual."

This woman is so mean that she can still talk nonsense while drinking coffee.

Having said that, Roy was now really curious about how delicious the coffee would be that Lyanna liked.

So Roy also picked up the cup and took a sip.

This bite made his face change drastically, his eyes widened, and he almost emitted extraordinary fluctuations.

Roy's knowledge of coffee is limited to what he learned in beverage shops. Even though he occasionally brews some expensive beans at home, he can't tell the difference.

However, this cup of coffee is so special!

This damn thing is so incredibly bitter! Is this really meant for people to drink?!

After taking a sip, Roy thought he was drinking a very concentrated Chinese medicine, and his head was shaking with bitterness.

Seeing Roy's wonderful expression, Lyanna couldn't help laughing as if she had expected it, and her body was shaking with laughter.

"That's why I said I'd add sugar."

Roy didn't want to be looked down upon by a girl, and a potential ally, so he immediately waved his hand: "Ahem, I didn't say I couldn't drink it!"

"Then you continue?"

Roy suddenly looked embarrassed.

But before he could force himself to raise his glass, Lyanna took his glass, poured in milk, added sugar, stirred it carefully, and then pushed it back.

"Okay, I'll try again later."

"I told you I can drink now."

"A frank junior isn't cute."

Roy's mouth twitched. "You don't really think of me as your junior, do you?"

Lyanna blinked. "But you are obviously my apprentice."

Roy had no choice but to take the coffee cup. During this time, he accidentally brushed against the slender fingertips and touched the delicate texture.

The second time he took a sip of the coffee, the bitterness was still there, but this time, it was blended with the sweetness of sugar cubes and the smoothness of milk. The originally horrible bitterness turned into a mellow aroma that even Roy could taste.

This would be really nice.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, and when he looked up, he found that the girl was staring at him with an expression as if she was admiring a small animal.

"Does it taste good?"

"...Not bad." Roy couldn't go against his will and had to be stubborn.

Unexpectedly, when Lyanna heard this, she raised the corners of her mouth again and complained: "You want sugar and milk for your coffee? You are really a child."

"It's not my fault!" Roy looked at Lyanna's dark cup of coffee and couldn't help but frown. "Besides, this thing can't be drunk without sugar, right?!"

"So you think yours tastes better?"

"Isn't that certain?"

"Then..." A hint of intention flashed in her purple eyes, and the girl naturally revealed the trap she had prepared long ago: "Can you let me taste the flavor of Junior Brother Roy?"

Roy stood there in a daze, feeling that his brain was not enough.

"We were just talking about coffee." Lyanna raised her eyebrows and cast a playful look at him. "What are you thinking about, junior?"

This guy, is he just playing with me like a bad sister? Roy came to his senses and gritted his teeth, but he was not convinced.

But there is only a year difference between them, and he is no longer a naive little boy who has held a girl's hand. How can he let this bad woman toy with him?

"Even if it's just coffee, it's not good, right?" Roy took a moment to catch his breath, pushed the cup in front of her, and counterattacked: "Senior, if you keep joking like this, I'll misunderstand."

Lyanna's smile finally faded a little, she lowered her eyes slightly, and said in a lower voice: "I just want to taste the flavor you like."

No, are you shy now? Even though I'm older, I'm still a young girl who has never been in a relationship.

Roy smiled secretly, then looked towards the bar: "Then order another drink..."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Lyanna waved her hand and held his cup in her palm.

Under Roy's stunned gaze, she slowly and deliberately placed her lips over the traces of Roy's previous drink, as if all this was natural.

After a few seconds, Lyanna put down the teacup, touched her wet lips with her fingertips, and her tongue flashed past imperceptibly, savoring the sweetness she had never felt before.

Lyanna's eyes were blurry, she felt satisfied and happy: "My apprentice tastes really good."

Chapter 43: Intention

Roy covered his burning cheek with one hand, but he also knew that his embarrassing side had already been exposed to the other party.

Has this guy really never been in a relationship? Why is this happening?!

Roy gritted his teeth in hatred, thought for a long time, and finally emphasized with resentment: "That's my coffee! It's my treat anyway, if you want some, order it yourself!"

Lyanna raised her index finger and said seriously, "This is what you don't understand, junior. Every cup of coffee tastes different. I just want to try this cup of yours."

"What kind of perverted logic is this?"

"Okay, okay, don't be angry." Lyanna changed her tone to a soothing one and gently pushed her cup of coffee over. "As compensation, you can also taste my taste."

Her words seemed to have some kind of magic, making Roy smell a non-existent fragrance in a trance.

The bitterness wasn't unbearable, perhaps this cup of coffee was indeed different from the previous one.

But when he saw the faint water stains on the edge of the cup, Roy waved his hand in disdain: "Forget it!"

"Are you embarrassed? You've been in love, yet you're still so shy." Lyanna paused, holding her cheek, and gave him a look that seemed both doting and playful, whispering word by word, "How adorable."

Roy shuddered violently.

Who says boys are cute? You are cute! Your whole family is cute!

Roy, whose heart was exposed, was furious and snorted coldly, "I just don't want to drink this disgusting stuff!"

"...That's too much. There are good things in suffering." Lyanna's expression darkened, her eyes dropped, and she seemed to be covered with a layer of dark clouds, looking lost and helpless.

"What a shame! I thought my junior would like it. It turns out my taste is not to his liking at all."

Seeing that the other person's clothes were damaged, Roy felt a little sorry.

He glanced inadvertently at the graceful swan-like neck, where a faint trace of blue still remained, causing a slight pain in his heart.

"If you just want to try it, it's not impossible."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Lyanna quickly pushed her cup in front of him.

The originally melancholy and lost face suddenly brightened up.

"Then try it~"

"......." Roy felt a moment of sympathy for the other person, and felt that he was hopeless.

Whatever, it's just a cup of coffee, what's there to be afraid of?! The girls don't mind, and if I'm shy, I'll just be laughed at!

Roy took the cup, avoiding the area where Lyanna's lips were imprinted, and put the coffee into his mouth.

But the gap of a few heartbeats seemed like a century to Lyanna.

The bitterness of black coffee is not something that most people can accept. When he experienced that choking bitterness again, the young man who could face the edge of a knife without changing his expression put on a mask of pain.

However, Roy couldn't help but recall the scene of Lyanna sipping her coffee, her brows relaxed, as quiet as a virgin, like a poem or painting.

It’s not that delicious, but this time the coffee doesn’t seem that hard to swallow.

"How do I taste?"

"It's okay, I don't hate it."

What the boy didn't know was that it was only then, under the coffee table, that Lyanna loosened the hem of her skirt, which she had unconsciously clenched.

There was one thing Lyanna didn't lie about.

She did want Roy to have a taste of her.

Accompanied by soothing music and the fragrance of coffee, the two spent a leisurely afternoon. During this time, passers-by came and went, but few people stepped into the store to break this rare tranquility.

Normally at this time, Roy would either be training his Iron Blood abilities, investigating the King's Certificate, or sparring with Alice.

Even in his previous life, Roy, who was immersed in a fast-paced life, didn't know how long it had been since he had let time pass by so luxuriously like he did now.

"The atmosphere here is pretty good." Roy couldn't help but sigh, "If only you had invited me here from the beginning."

"I wanted to get you as soon as possible then." Lyanna shook her head and said self-deprecatingly, "It's a pity that I'm not as skilled as you."

"But it's not bad to take it slow like this." Lyanna took a sip of coffee, looked down at the almost empty coffee cup, and murmured in a trance.

Student council, dark factions, extraordinary powers, in pursuit of the power she needed, Lyanna gave it her all, fighting in the midst of intrigue and deception, constantly moving forward. While creating one achievement after another and burying one opponent after another, she sacrificed her own time, and even stopping to breathe became a luxury.

She almost forgot that a cup of coffee could last so long.

Lyanna lifted the cup once more, relishing the taste of being with Roy.

But the warm sunshine has gradually faded, and the unique gloom of autumn has enveloped us. The residual heat of the coffee in Roy's cup has also gradually cooled down. Without the blessing of warmth, only pure bitterness remains in the aftertaste.

Once you have tasted his sweetness, you can no longer bear the bitterness of being alone.

"Brother Roy, do you want to join the student union?"

The slightly abrupt question left Roy at a loss as to how to respond.