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Chapter 166 - Tempting Proposition

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Luna's golden eyes were as wide as the full moon and as pale as her smooth skin.

She was a tall, slender woman with a powerful presence and magnetic charm, which will keep Apollyon entertained forever.

Despite that, he still wanted to wrap his arms around her.

Apollyon had wanted to protect his Empress at all costs away from the other males.

Still, she wanted to dance with his alliances because, according to her, it was her 'duty' as the Empress when Apollyon had clearly told her that there was no need.

He shook his head and sighed in resignation, "Alright. Come here, wife."

Clasping his large hands on her small waist, he mumbled as he pressed his lower body to hers.? "Let this pervert husband lewd you."

Luna let out a small yelp, and he knew she had felt his erection on her stomach.

When she glanced up to glare at him, he smirked, "You wanted this, beloved."

When he peered at her bodice beneath his eyelashes, Apollyon's jaw clenched as he tugged at the black laces as if he was attempting to hide her cleavage.

Still, the gap of her elongated V neckline up to her waist was just wide enough to cover her areolas, and if he tugged the thin transparent some more, it might disintegrate.

He removed his hands from her dangerous gown and lifted it over his head, scared that he might destroy it, and his wife might end up naked in this event again.

Apollyon shook his head and frowned in disapproval, "If someone invited you to dance, you should give the man an immediate reply."

"So the moment the man raised both of his hands in front of me as an invitation like what Draco had done—"

His gaze had flicked from her breasts upward as he growled, "I feel sensitive that you are calling the Dragon King by his name when you aren't even acquaintances."

Luna chuckled good-naturedly as she raised her hands to cup Apollyon's cheeks and squeezed, her gold eyes twinkling with amusement. "You don't need to be jealous, husband. It was his name, and that was the purpose of a name, so I had something to call the Dragon King."

She beamed at him as the corner of her eyes crinkled, "I can't just call him 'Hey, You! Bison-Horns!'"

The Vampire King laughed.

"Let's get back to my question." She cleared her throat, and her pretty face had turned serious. "So what do I do to accept his invitation?"

Luna tilted her head as she moved her left hand to clutch at the space between Apollyon's neck and shoulders, her forefinger caressing his nape.

Apollyon shut his eyes and shivered--the? ticklish sensation made all the vampire blood in his veins flow sluggishly to his engorged cock.

"I would rather you say 'no' to everyone who asks for your hand, wife but nevermind--" Opening his eyes to glance down at Luna, Apollyon grumbled. "I should tell you the basic etiquettes of the Ball Room first before teaching you the dance steps."

Clearing his throat, he continued with the lesson while his wife continued to stroke him lightly, the effect spreading all the way down to his spine. "So if you accepted a man's invitation to dance, you should designate what set it will be, and you shall fulfill the engagement."

"What do you mean set?"

He grabbed her hand away from the sensitive skin of his nape and settled it far from his erogenous zones. Apollyon replied, "It is the order of the music of the dances."

"Alright." She nodded like the good student that she was. "I understand."

"This is the most important part that you should remember. After dancing, the gentleman will conduct the lady to a seat unless she said otherwise. No intimate conversations allowed after the dance if the man wasn't your husband." Apollyon explained as his hold on her hips tightened. "So I am an exception to the rule. If the man refuses to drop his hand from any part of your body after the music ceased, I had the right to step in and cut off that dirty hand."

As she tapped her fingertips on Apollyon's shoulders, there was a mischievous gleam in her eyes when she brought her face closer to his ear and murmured, "Something is hard Apollyon."

"So?" Apollyon tried his best to keep his hands in the right position and not move them into inappropriate places. "If you are a man, it's normal to have an erection for absolutely no reason. Just ignore it, and we will focus on the dance."

He had prided himself over his control, and he wasn't going to break that discipline now when they were not supposed to be doing this in the Masquerade Ball.

His Empress had requested him to teach her to dance, so he must focus on that goal and not stray from it.

Luna had opened and closed her mouth as if she was a fish out of the water.

Apollyon's brows knitted together with concern.

As if she was weighing her words, there was a hesitation before Luna spoke, "It speaks to me, Apollyon."

He wasn't sure if he heard that right.

Apollyon moved his ear closer to her mouth to make sure. "What?"

"It told me it wants me to suck," Luna said in a deadpan voice.

Apollyon straightened his spine as he stared her down, arching an eyebrow, "What?

"Should I?" Luna asked as her lips parted, eyes wide.

She was the picture of innocence and seduction that he wanted to get his sullied hands on.

Apollyon's heart thudded heavily in his ears at sight she had offered.

"Perhaps, it will make you comfortable if you release the white liquid, and it will soften up," Luna added as she let the hand on his nape fall.

The Empress caressed his bulge with the back of her hand, and he quickly captured it.

"Wife." Apollyon shut his eyes and exhaled a long, heavy breath. "Stop torturing me."