Deflower Me If You Can Chapter 29

Cassian froze for a moment, but Bliss, completely unaware, brought the potato to his mouth and said.

“I wish we could get married soon. Right?”

Munching happily on the potato, he suddenly stopped chewing and subtly directed a meaningful gaze.

“You’re not allowed to play with anyone else but me. If you cheat, you’ll go bald.”

“Cough.“

Cassian, who had been drinking beer, suddenly coughed. Everyone stopped moving and stared at Bliss with wide eyes. But Bliss paid no mind and issued a fierce warning to Cassian, who was hurriedly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I’ll hit your pepper too. That’s what you do to cheaters.”

“Hah… Bliss, don’t say things like that.”

Cassian pressed a hand to his forehead and tried to reason with Bliss.

“You shouldn’t say things like that, okay? You have to use nice words.”

“Huh?” Bliss, who had been furrowing his brow and making a thoroughly nasty face at Cassian’s repeated insistence, fell into thought with an “Mmm…”

“Okay.”

“Good, that’s a good boy.”

As Cassian praised him while patting his head, Bliss said.

“All your hair will cross the rainbow bridge, and your big sword will get sick too. So you have to play only with me, got it?”

Cassian silently removed his hand from Bliss’s head and brought the beer to his lips. His face was full of agitation, but Bliss paid no mind, clinging close to his side and starting to eat the sausage again. For a while, he just silently drank his beer, when one of the guys spoke to him.

“Cassian, let me see you for a second.”

“Why?”

Just as Cassian was about to get up, Bliss darted forward and asked.

“No, Cassian is mine. He’s going to marry me. He’s only playing with me.”

Immediately wrapping both arms around Cassian’s arm and hanging on with his whole body, the friend blinked in bewilderment at the sight.

“Um, Cassian…?”

Cassian, giving a slight wave to the friend who was looking at him with an awkward smile, looked down at Bliss.

“What’s this? You have to eat cleanly. Doesn’t anyone have a napkin or something?”

At that question, Aina, who had been watching the situation, pulled out a handkerchief and held it out. The friend who was standing hurriedly took it and passed it along, and Cassian wiped Bliss’s face as he spoke.

“Be careful not to get it on your mouth. Lift your chin, that’s it.”

After carefully wiping every area, Cassian checked his face from all angles and nodded.

“There. I’ll be right back, so stay here, okay?”

“I want to go too!”

“I said I’ll be right back.”

Cassian pressed down on his head to keep him from getting up, then immediately left with his friend. Bliss hurriedly chased after him, but with his short legs, it was impossible. After just a few steps, he gave up and returned to his spot, pouting heavily. One of Cassian’s friends, seeing this, cautiously approached him and spoke.

“Uh, excuse me. Want some of this? They’re potato chips.”

Bliss, sitting with his face all puffed up, glanced at the chip bag, then stuck his hand in and grabbed a fistful. As he crunched away, once his hand was empty, he reached back into the bag. Seeing that, the others began to approach one by one, showing interest.

“Bliss, drink this too. It’s cold, I just took it out.”

“Do you have any allergies? Are peanuts okay?”

“Bliss, how about a cookie? It’s delicious, try it.”

“Do you want more potato? Want me to grill more sausages?”

The guys reached out from all directions, waiting for Bliss’s choice. Bliss remained seated with his pout, but inwardly, he didn’t feel bad. Clearing his throat with an “Ahem,” he silently opened his mouth and took a bite of the snacks each guy held out. Cola, pass. Cookie, pass. Potato, he’d already tried that.

…?

Taking the snack in the next hand into his mouth with a “Chomp,” Bliss paused for a moment. As the pungent smell filled his mouth, he narrowed his eyes at the man. The man laughed “Wahaha” and scratched the back of his head.

“No, it’s just cheese. Pretty good cheese, actually…”

“Ptooey.”

Without hesitation, Bliss spat the smelly cheese he’d put in his mouth onto the ground. At the child’s axe-eyed glare, the man slumped his shoulders and backed away, and the others began to surround Bliss, chattering.

“Aren’t you cold? Here’s a blanket.”

“How long have you been in England? Have you been staying at the ducal residence the whole time?”

“Your father is really Ashley Miller, right? That’s amazing, for such a cute kid like you to have that… no, never mind.”

“But how did you think to come all the way here? And hiding in the trunk, of all things.”

At someone’s question, Bliss, who had rinsed his mouth with water, jutted out his chin and answered proudly.

“If Cassian is going somewhere, I’m going too.”

“Oh, right. Since you’re getting married.”

Someone said with a hint of laughter in their voice, and another voice soon followed.

“But… is it real? Is Cassian really engaged to this little guy?”

It wasn’t uncommon for partners to be decided from a very young age through family arrangements. The Miller family and the ducal family—it was a conceivable combination.

It was just that the age gap, and a very significant one at that, was the questionable part.

“How did that happen? Surely Ashley Miller brought it up? Seriously?”

The latter part was directed at the friends. Everyone shared the same doubt, and similar reactions of tilting heads followed from all sides. It was plausible for Ashley Miller to bring it up. Ultra-alphas aren’t in their right minds. But the part that didn’t make sense was that the Duke had accepted it. Above all, wasn’t Cassian a beta? A same-sex partner for the sole heir who had to carry on the family line—could this really be called a strategic marriage for the family?

You couldn’t just take a kid’s word for it, probably.

It was perhaps natural for these thoughts to occur to everyone.

But.

“This is the first time I’ve seen Cassian take care of someone like that.”

At someone’s mutter, another voice immediately followed.

“Right? I was surprised too.”

“Come to think of it, he used to find kids incredibly annoying. I never thought he’d be this good with a child.”

At the words exchanged among Cassian’s friends, Bliss’s face, which had been so puffed up until then, gradually softened and his lips parted.

“…Really?”

“Huh?”

The attention of the guys who had been talking among themselves focused on Bliss all at once. Bliss’s heart pounded as he asked again.

“It’s true that Cassian is only nice to me? You all really think so?”

“Huh? Uh, well…”

His friends, though bewildered, nodded one by one. Seeing them hesitantly yet agreeing with his words, Bliss’s mood completely lifted.

“Reaaaally?”

Just as he was looking triumphant, his mouth wide open.

“What are you all doing?”

At the voice suddenly coming from behind, Bliss immediately turned around and then beamed. Cassian was walking toward them. Seeing that, Bliss jumped up and ran to him.

“Cassiaaan!”

Squealing with joy, the child came running toward him with both arms wide open, and Cassian looked bewildered. Why’s he like that, that kid. Did he cheer up already? Though puzzled, Cassian bent down and lifted Bliss into his arms, then strode forward with the child in his embrace.

“What did you do? Nothing happened?”

With a look that said ‘Why is this kid like this?’, he glanced around, and everyone just blinked with dumbfounded expressions. Just as he thought something was off, Bliss said.

“I waited really patiently, didn’t I?”

As if seeking confirmation for his words, he turned around, and the onlookers paused for a moment before scratching their heads with “Uh, yeah.”

“Yeah, that’s right. You were patient.”

“He kept waiting for you.”

“Hey, where are you wandering off to, leaving your fiancé behind? Do you know how much Bliss missed you?”

“You bastard! How could you leave your fiancé feeling lonely? What a bad guy.”

As they talked, the awkwardness seemed to fade, and the jokes started flowing. Cassian, feeling pathetic, just kept his mouth shut. Taking his eyes off the chattering guys and looking down, Bliss was looking up at him.

“See, I behaved well.”

With a “Hehe,” Bliss’s face was flushed with color.