Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End[1-200]

Chapter 180: Good Morning, Darling

The following morning, Roel woke up to the gentle touch of Charlotte's breath on his neck.

It was warm, and it carried a light fragrance. It felt a bit ticklish but also a bit arousing. It was like a foxtail that kept tickling his sleepy mind, rousing him from his rest.

The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself face-to-face with a beautiful little princess.

Charlotte was currently lying right beside him, on the same bed. Her silky auburn hair was scattered over the pillows. Even under the faint light, her fair skin still looked impeccable. Her noble aura paired with her white sleepwear left Roel with an illusion that he was staring right at the real Sleeping Beauty.

W-what is she doing here?

Startled fully awake, Roel's mind jammed up for a few seconds at the sight of his bed companion. Of course, this wasn't the first time Roel was sleeping with a girl, but the other person had always been Alicia, his younger sister. Rather than saying that they were 'sleeping together', it was more accurate to say that he was accompanying a child to bed. However, that was clearly not the case with Charlotte.

Ah, right. It must be due to what Isabella told her about accompanying me in bed or something. I didn't think that Charlotte would actually take her words for real.

Roel shook his head with a helpless sigh as he wondered why Charlotte would pay such credence to her ancestor's words. She was usually so sharp-witted when they were together, so it was an interesting contrast to see her being so obedient. But still...

She looks good.

Staring at the face just a few centimeters away, Roel thought about how the saying that 'a person's charm disappears when examined close-up' didn't apply to Charlotte at all. She still looked equally perfect close-up, luring him in deeper and deeper...

"Cough cough."

Feeling a little embarrassed, Roel turned his head away with a reddened face.

While it was at the instruction of her ancestor, Charlotte still abandoned her reticence as a woman to share a bed with him. It would be disrespectful of him to harbor deviant thoughts about her after the sacrifice she had made.

His light cough, however, awakened Charlotte. She was still a little dazed at the start, but as soon as she saw Roel before her eyes, her mind cleared up right away. With their gazes on one another, Charlotte blinked her eyes mischievously as a teasing smile curled on her lips.

"Is Mister Roel peeping on me in my sleep?"

"O-of course not. I just woke up not too long ago too..."

Caught red-handed, Roel hurriedly tried to explain himself awkwardly. Fortunately, Charlotte didn't continue pursuing the matter. While Roel's voice was still trailing away out of embarrassment, she levered herself gracefully upward before pecking his forehead lightly.

"Good morning, darling."

The gentle greeting caught Roel off guard, leaving his mind blank briefly. Charlotte lightly wrapped her arms around his neck, closing the distance between them. All that stood between them was just the thin layer of sleepwear they were wearing. This amorous situation had Roel's heart beating so fast that he thought that it was going to leap out of his chest.

W-what's going on?

Roel's body stiffened, and he felt his mind overwhelmed with heat. He turned to look at the System, only to be shocked by one of the notification logs.

(Affection Points +80,000)

...

So, rich women aren't just loaded with money, they are also filled with affection too?