Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197: A Princess’s Dirty Thoughts, A Tyrant’s Cold Hands

[Lavinia’s Pov—Dawnspire wing—Rose garden (Now Ash garden)—Evening]

SLURRRRRRRPPPPP!!!

SLURRRRRRPPPPP!!!

Yes. That was me. Loud, shameless, and absolutely unapologetic.

I was drinking tea—well, technically I was supposed to be drinking tea—but let’s be honest, at that moment the tea was nothing compared to what my eyes were feasting on. My taste buds? Irrelevant. My soul? Ascending. My eyes? Blessed by the heavens themselves.

"Your Highness..." Sera’s voice intruded like an annoying fly.

"Mmm?" I replied, still slurping like a woman possessed.

"The cup is empty," she said, and when I finally glanced at her, she had that smirk.

I blinked. "Huh?"

I looked down at my cup. Sure enough, it was bone-dry. Not a single drop left. So... what exactly was I slurping so passionately like my life depended on it?

Simple. Because the real tea was not in the cup. It was standing right in front of me, dripping wet.

OSRIC.

Naked—Ahem—Half-naked. Muscles on full display. Water glistening on his skin like he was personally blessed by every rain god in existence.

Let me explain before you judge me.

It all started five minutes ago when I told Marshi—our giant, fluffy menace—to get out of the koi pond. The koi were losing their minds, splashing around like their lease had been revoked. But Marshi, being the rebellious beast he is, ignored me and sank deeper into the water like some kind of smug dragon.

So Osric, all noble and heroic, stepped in. "I’ll get him out," he said, like the gallant strong man he is.

Big mistake.

The moment he bent down to grab Marshi, our beloved beast decided to commit first-degree assault. With one powerful swing of that massive tail, **WHOOSH**—water everywhere. Osric was drenched. His shirt clung to his chest for approximately ten seconds before he ripped it off to keep moving freely.

And that’s how I found myself here, staring at a Naked—Ahem again—half-naked Osric, mentally erecting a shrine to those abs.

Six. Solid. Packs.

Those biceps? Weapons. His chest? I could use it as a pillow. Those shoulders? Broad enough to carry me and my sinful thoughts to hell.

Saints forgive me, but I was already imagining the royal sculptor quitting his job because he could never compete.

"My god, when will the servants arrive with a robe?" Sera muttered, her eyes briefly darting to Osric. She quickly plucked the empty teacup from my hand. "He needs to be covered. Someone is drooling here."

I choked. "W—what?! Who’s drooling? I’m not drooling!"

Her smirk widened. "Mhm...I can see the shine in your eyes, Your Highness."

"I—That’s treason! I can have you executed!"

"Of course, of course," she said sweetly. "A treason called ’Princess Can’t Stop Ogling Her Man.’"

Wow. She made it sound like I was some scandalous pervert.

. . .

. . .

Hold on, isn’t that man mine?

I mean...Osric is my boyfriend. My man. My property. What’s wrong with appreciating my... assets?

So...I continued staring at him, with all rights preserved.

A servant finally rushed in with a robe, and I nearly groaned. As Osric slipped it on, covering all that glorious skin, I muttered under my breath, "Should I just make him my concubine right now?"

Sera didn’t even blink. "His Majesty will plan to ban concubines at this rate."

"Damn it!"

I wanted to weep. There should be a law protecting princesses’ rights to shamelessly stare at their men. Maybe I could invent one when I become Empress.

. . .

. . .

. . .

Now I sound like a pervert.

Then, Osric walked toward me, still damp, still perfect. "Lavi," he said softly.

I snapped my head up and plastered on my most innocent smile. "Yes, my dear Osric?"

He blinked, then chuckled—that dangerous, deep chuckle that could melt glaciers. "I’ll go change."

"WHY?!"

Sera nudged, whispering, "Your Highness...control."

He paused, brows lifting.

"I mean... yes," I quickly corrected, flapping my hands. "Yes, yes, go change. You’ll... uh... catch a cold. Very dangerous."

He stared at me for longer and stepped closer, leaned down slightly, and his voice dropped to a tease. "Is my princess having some... strange thoughts? Something impure."

I gasped dramatically. "Strange thoughts? Me? Please, I am purer than the saints! The goddesses would envy my purity!"

His laugh came again, warm and amused. "Alright then, Goddess, I’ll be back soon."

And then he left. Taking my happiness with him.

...That meant NO.

POP.

His smirk only deepened as he stepped closer, folding his arms. "So... you missed me in my dreams?"

I rolled my eyes and asked, "Where were you until now?"

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