Do Flowers Bloom in the Fallen Land? Chapter 32.1

Seira's request was perfectly reasonable. Why would it be necessary to take all of those boxes to the third floor? Only she and Aven were in the main building anyway, so it shouldn't be a problem to try the dress here.

The only problem now, perhaps, was Aven's reaction.

His eyes trembled when he looked at her. Even if she didn't particularly want to show it off, Seira's figure sitting on a cozy chestnut carpet in her underwear was too dizzying.

“Did he really have to send a pair of underwear too?” Seira mumbled as she rummaged through the boxes, picking up the dress that she was going to wear.

It wasn't until her porcelain body was covered partly by the dress that Aven finally managed to breath normally. The dark purple dress draped loosely on Seira's body, and she beckoned for Aven towards her.

“Could you please tie a knot at the back?” she asked him.

As she pointed out, the banquet dress was impossible to wear by herself. It had to be tightly woven and knotted along the spine, down to her dipping hips.

Aven approached Seira with his teeth clenched. As she tilted her head, her short hair fell forward, revealing her long and slender neckline. Beyond the string woven together, her smooth back, narrow waist, and upper part of her hips were captured with just a single glance.

Two thin cords were pulled tightly against her body, and Aven continued to struggle emptying his head with thoughts of Seira's body.

No pheromones poured out of her, but the mere smell of her skin rocked his sanity. He had to hold his breath in the case she caught him struggle breathing.

By the time he finished with the final knot, Aven's hands reached their limits and slipped several times. Seira turned around to see him clasp his terribly shaking hands.

She had a cheeky smile on that turned him on as she asked, “Aven, is that rut?”

“Ah…” he blushed.

It was only then did Aven realize his condition. The pheromones, which had lost control and poured out, clung to her skin as if courting her to respond accordingly.

“I'm… I'm terribly sorry,” he said as he hurriedly stepped back in embarrassment.

“If it's enough to tempt you, then we could say this dress looks pretty enough,” Seira joked, a tiny chuckle rising from her.

Aven wanted to disagree that it had nothing to do with her dress, but he only lowered his eyes and remained silent.

His hand continued to tremble, he lost the sweet scent that came from her. Unlike pheromones which could be hidden in different ways, there was no way to keep the feeling of exhilaration as if running nonstop.

Seira was looking at him and changed her words as if nothing happened.

“How does Franto know my size? Even I don't know them too well,” she commented.

“Didn't you tell the Duke Franto about your measurements?” Aven asked.

“No, not at all,” Seira shook her head, “But don't you think this fit me well?”

When she asked his opinion, Aven looked at the dress fully. Her beautiful chest, dizzying curves, waist, hips, and thighs, which were quite larger than her slender limbs. To him, there was nothing lacking in Seira.

“I'm sure they knew your measurements before they even reached out to you,” Aven finally commented.

After checking the dress with a slight turn, Seira agreed as she said, “Exactly! There seems to be no error in my measurements at all. Franto's intelligence is to be commended.”

“Yes, maybe…”

She playfully tapped the back of Aven's hand, wondering when his pheromones began leaking.

“Please untie the knot again, but don't pull them out fully,” she ordered, “I think I can wear it tomorrow without much help if we leave it like that.”

Aven could only divert his eyes as he followed her instruction, “Alright.”

He couldn't help but look at her white neck, noticing that the red mark already disappeared. He knew it after kissing that place countless times – how warm and soft her skin was.

How sweet the moan that rose from her every time he breathed along her spine and licked them with his skillful tongue. When he surrendered his body to the pheromones that stuck on him like a sticky trap, it was as if his arms and legs were wrapped neatly as Seira's prize.

All of those were as vivid as yesterday, but he couldn't take it for granted anymore. There was a clear reason why he shouldn't pine for her anymore. Aven therefore kept it all to himself and focused on the task onhand.

Seira was only in her early twenties, but she already knew how to use her charm like a weapon. Entering her prime as an Omega, she'd bloom more each day that'll pass, as much as she'd become more skilled in controlling Alphas to her will.

In such a way, it was a big thing to be swayed by this much – at least for Aven.

Watching as the knot loosened and her dress slipped down, Aven closed his eyes tightly.

Will he be able to endure it? He surely was having a hard time today. Tomorrow and the day after that, will he be able to endure until the end without being caught?

It was only at that moment that he doubted himself.

Chapter end