25 Freya Who Almost Turned Into a Yandere

"Relax; I'll make it up to you."

After uttering those words, Roel cradled Freya in a princess-like hug, carried her to the bed, and gently laid her down.

"R-Roel... I understand that you feel sorry for me, but your body..." Freya's sentence trailed off as Roel pressed his index finger to her lips, shaking his head with a gentle smile before she could finish.

"Don't worry, Freya. I completely understand your concern, but I also don't want to disregard your desires. So, let's find another way to enjoy ourselves." Roel's voice was soft as he affectionately rubbed Freya's irresistibly alluring lower lip.

To be honest, seeing Freya's disappointed expression made him uneasy, knowing he couldn't offer her the intimacy they both desired as a couple.

After all, what man would willingly let down his partner? Especially when that partner was someone as extraordinarily beautiful and perfect as Freya.

However, his current physical condition truly didn't align with the moment.

Therefore, he pondered an alternative approach: advanced foreplay!

Even if they couldn't reach the finish line, it didn't mean they couldn't enjoy other pleasures together.

Meanwhile, upon hearing Roel's words, Freya's surprise was evident in the slight widening of her eyes, her gaze fixing on him with a curious intensity.

"Another way? What do you mean, Roel?" Her voice carried a hint of hesitance, but curiosity prevailed.

As he observed her curious, red eyes, Roel chuckled softly, his hand gently caressing her smooth, white cheeks.

"In a relationship between a man and a woman, intimacy doesn't always have to begin with sexual intercourse but also by stimulating each other, like..." Roel began, speaking with great care as he explained his thoughts to Freya.

Each aspect he elucidated stemmed from his memories of his previous life.

Despite lacking direct experience and never having had a girlfriend or wife in his previous life, Roel didn't perceive himself as weak in this aspect.

In fact, he had a sense of being a true master, with the only thing missing being actual hands-on experience!

It was akin to the old adage, "Theory and knowledge without practice are futile," and Roel couldn't help but feel that his present circumstances epitomized this saying.

As Freya listened intently to Roel's detailed explanation, her red eyes sparkled with newfound understanding, and the joy on her exquisitely beautiful face was impossible to hide.

"R-Roel, what you're saying... is it true?" Freya's excitement was palpable as she tightly gripped Roel's hand, seeking confirmation.

"Hehehe! Absolutely! I have experience with this." A lopsided smile ✔ played at the corner of his mouth, his pride evident as he patted his chest reassuringly, silently conveying, 'Don't worry, hand it over to me.'

Unfortunately, his words caused Freya's smile to falter instantly.

The mention of "experienced" seemed to freeze her expression, once bright with joy, now turning icy and ominous, as if harboring the intent to kill a thousand people.

Roel, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, was naturally taken aback.

His surprise deepened as he observed Freya's countenance, which had once been gentle and smiling, now transformed into an indifferent and somewhat unsettling expression.

'Gulp~ What's going on? Why does her expression look like that?' Roel swallowed nervously, his mind filled with fear and doubt.

He couldn't comprehend why Freya was wearing such an expression. Had his words inadvertently offended her?

Quickly, Roel sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on her with concern.

"Um, Freya? Are you okay? Why do you seem upset?" Roel asked cautiously, wary of causing any further distress.

In response to Roel's inquiry, Freya turned her icy gaze toward him.

"Just a moment ago, you mentioned being experienced... Does that imply you've been with many women outside?" Her tone was frigid and detached, instantly injecting tension into the atmosphere around them.

Roel's back shuddered at the chill in Freya's voice, and he finally grasped the reason for her sudden shift.

'Damn it! I've really stepped on a mine!' Roel felt a strong urge to slap himself for letting his excitement lead to such reckless words.

He had overlooked a crucial fact: besides being recognized for their unparalleled loyalty to their partners, the dragon race was also renowned for their extreme possessiveness over their partners.

They were capable of profound love and unwavering loyalty to their partners, yet simultaneously possessed an innate desire for absolute control over them.

In the novels of his previous life, this trait was often depicted as a disaster-level Yandere characteristic!

'F***! If I don't sort this out quickly, Freya might turn into a Yandere like those heroines in the novels I've read!' Roel's face drained of color as fear gripped him inwardly.

Without hesitation, Roel tenderly embraced Freya and gently ran his fingers through her fragrant white hair.

"The woman outside? What on earth are you talking about? How could there be anyone else when I have you?" Roel swiftly switched into high-level acting mode with his IQ in an online mode.

As he continued to embrace her and stroke her hair, Freya's anger and coldness gradually subsided, though not entirely.

"In that case, why did you claim to be experienced?" Freya hugged Roel tightly, her tone tinged with resentment.

"Well, being experienced doesn't necessarily imply having done it, does it?" Roel replied calmly and casually.

His response was matter-of-fact, leaving him unruffled by the situation.

Freya pursed her lips, clearly dissatisfied with his answer. Before she could voice further doubts, Roel leaned in close to her ear.

"Relax... You've been observing me for three years; surely you know me better than that," Roel whispered softly, his breath tickling her ear, causing Freya's body to tremble violently.

Her ear, a sensitive spot, was especially vulnerable to touch, let alone such close breath.

"Alright... I'm sorry for misunderstanding you," Freya said, her breath slightly labored and her flushed face shyly buried in Roel's arms.

Observing that Freya had regained her composure, Roel felt a wave of relief wash over him.

'I'm glad I acted swiftly; otherwise, given the possessiveness of the dragon race, things could have taken a tragic turn.' Roel sighed softly, dismissing any lingering, unnecessary thoughts.

Then, turning his gaze toward Freya in his arms, Roel wore a playful smile as he whispered in her ear once more.

"Freya, shall we begin?"

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A/N: Hello, my handsome and loyal readers! Apologies for my prolonged absence from writing; my work's been keeping me busy these days. But don't worry! Starting tomorrow, I'll be updating daily, now that I have ample time on my hands. Thank you for your support, and stay tuned for the next chapter!