Snatching the Villain’s Precious Princess - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

A small room where no matter where you looked, the other was always in sight. And on the bed — steeped in his scent.

Morae perched on the edge of Pado’s bed; the top two buttons of her blouse were undone. She leaned forward in a languid pose, and the parted fabric gave an unashamed view of her upper chest.

Her long hair spilled down to her waist, and her lashes — perfectly dried — fluttered faintly. Beneath them, round eyes and a neat little mouth brimmed with a coy sweetness.

Any other man would have melted at the sight. But Pado’s face soured.

He had already read her game — because it was his own. That little trick of enjoying the moment your opponent falters, mocking them as you take the upper hand. That thin veneer of composure meant to prove, I’m the one in control here. It was petty revenge for the moment she herself had tensed up earlier.

So that’s how you want to play?

Their lips curved in the same sharp arc. To seize the lead, either of them was ready to toss out words they didn’t mean.

“Dragged all the way here ‘cause you wanted me, and now you’re putting up a front?”

“You go running your mouth in public about wanting to sleep with me, and I’m supposed to just watch that pathetic act?”

“Generous of you. I must be worth quite a bit.”

“Well, you’re strong enough.”

“Was that what you were counting on? Who knew the princess everyone adores would be this lewd.”

“Would you rather sleep with some weakling who can’t do anything? That’s a rare taste.”

It sounded like seduction, but every line was a blade.

Pado stared her down for a long moment before straightening. A small twist of his fingers, and from the bathroom a stream of water coiled into the air.

Like a snake, it slithered around Morae’s wrists and ankles, lifting her from the bed. The gathered mass flung her to a distance, away from where she had been sitting.

Pado dropped himself into that spot, resting his right ankle over his left knee. He gave a lazy wave right in front of her eyes as she turned to glare.

“I’m going to sleep. Get out.”

“Get out? You’re not doing it?”

Morae poked at the open front of her blouse. Against the black fabric, her pale skin was even more striking.

Pado’s gaze didn’t even flicker toward her body. He drummed his fingers on his knee.

“If you beg for it, maybe I’ll give you what you want. Not that you’d ever do that.”

“You’re really gonna turn down a meal after it’s been cooked and served right to you? How scared can you be?”

“Hate to break it to you, princess, but you’re not my type. Though I see the royal delusions are alive and well.”

He flicked his tongue out in mockery and waved her away, water droplets swirling toward her like little hounds.

“Even if you weren’t my type, you’d still be worth a taste… but I know you’d chicken out halfway, and that’s worse than not starting at all.”

Pado knew her well. He’d been around since the days she toddled across the floor, and in the half-year since joining the West Sea Corps, he’d practically been her personal subordinate.

Eun Morae’s pride was a fortress. Even kidnapped, she’d never let her lofty air crumble. So this overt seduction? Not genuine. This was her patching up a bruised ego.

Fall for the act and she’d turn it on him. Even a kiss would become a story she’d drag out forever, using it to needle him for years.

As for Morae, she was equally displeased. That she’d allowed herself into his room — even for a heartbeat under his lure — was bad enough. But that he could toss her out like she meant nothing? Worse. And that he could laugh at her failed attempt to tempt him? Unforgivable.

She had, after all, gone so far as to lace her voice with sweetness for him. And this man — who stole glances whenever he thought she wouldn’t notice — had the gall to resist?

She found his pretense of disinterest infuriating enough to curdle the blood.

Yes, his prediction that she’d back off at the last moment wasn’t exactly wrong… But still — was he not even going to take the challenge?

The problem was, when he dug his heels in, she was out of weapons. There was no better lure to try. Her frustration snapped, and she turned her head sharply.

“Ah— right. You have to say that. If you got a taste, you might not be able to forget me, and then you’d be crawling at my feet.”

It was childish bait, transparently so. Half for the sake of keeping her pride intact, half for the sheer desire to grind him under her heel.

The problem was, Yoo Pado was not the kind of man to ignore an obvious provocation — especially not from Eun Morae.

“Big talk for someone who’s never tried me. You’ll be lucky if you’re not sobbing under me.”

So he threw her words right back, sharper.

“What? Like you could even get it up. If you can last to the end, that’ll be a miracle.”

“You’d know. With you, I’d probably lose interest before we even got going.”

“You’ll get hard the moment I take my clothes off, so cut the act.”

“Bikinis and nudes are everywhere, Morae. You think a little skin from you is gonna do it?”

What began as a fake seduction to claim the upper hand… turned into a real fight.

“And if I did get hard?”

“What, you want a medal? Not happening.”

“Not happening? That’s a laugh.”

Eun Morae yanked off her outer layer and flung it aside.

The chicken game had begun — and there was no stopping it now.

Eun Morae stripped off her jacket and blouse-style dress in one swift motion. The dark fabric brushed against her thighs before slipping to the floor.

Yoo Pado’s gaze traveled over her neat, slender frame. Despite the lack of softness, there was a certain pliant allure to her body.

Her waist curved just enough that his arm could have wrapped around it, while the places hidden by bra and panties were more than adequately generous. The slight crease of flesh pressed in by her underwear drew the eye.

But there was a flaw. Pado’s lips curved in a restrained smile as his finger traced from her bra to her panties.

“Your underwear’s cute. Very you. Top and bottom mismatched like a kid—adorable.”

A flicker of indignation made Morae clutch at her panties.

They were both neat, well-designed pieces —the sort you could wear without shame if seen —but the set didn’t match.

It felt like he was calling her out for not expecting to have sex tonight, and the sting of embarrassment made her raise her voice.

“What does it matter? I’m taking them off anyway. You’re acting like a guy who’s never been with a woman.”

“First you tell me not to chase after women’s asses, now I’m some virgin idiot. Which is it? Pick one.”

“The worst is someone who chases after asses and still looks like he’s never been with anyone.”

“Your mouth, I swear… Just take them off already. It’ll be a better sight than this.”

***

Pado uncrossed the legs he’d had tangled the whole time, leaning forward. His gaze did not stray from her body — only flickering to her face for the briefest moments.

Under the weight of that slow, deliberate scan, Morae’s hands trembled. Heat pooled at her ears.

One more layer, and she’d be bare.

She had come forward in a rush of temper, but now the reality of standing naked before Pado left her caught off guard. One hand gripped her panties, the other tugged at the strap of her bra, but neither made a decisive move.

Seeing her hesitation, Pado’s voice came in a lazy taunt.

“What’s the hold? Don’t tell me you think this is enough to get me going.”

“It is.”

“Maybe for horny teenagers. If you really believe that, you’ve learned about men from the internet. If I got hard over this, I’d be done at a pool or the beach.”

The childish jab shoved her pride forward. Her pride had always been formidable, but with Pado, she couldn’t bear to lose even for a second.

With a sharp motion, Morae tore off her bra. The blue scrap vanished, baring her breasts completely.

Soft, porcelain curves quivered lightly. The pale pink bloom of her areolas crowned each rounded hill.

“What a pair of tits, anyway…”

Pado’s impassive face betrayed him with a loud swallow.

Despite the dismissive words, his eyes didn’t leave her chest. Even pretending otherwise, his pupils had widened.

Evidence of his reaction was everywhere — not only the swallow, but the swell beneath his robe, blunt and unmistakable.

It wasn’t her imagination — what hadn’t been there before had suddenly risen. Morae pointed an accusing finger, shouting:

“Serves you right! …I mean, I knew it!”

For once, she was the one with the upper hand. Her grin was radiant.

With victory claimed, she flaunted it. She straightened her shoulders, lifted her chest; the round curves spread all the more prettily.

“Didn’t you say it wouldn’t happen?”

***

His eyes still hadn’t moved from her chest. He looked like he’d taken a hit — but the stare was unbroken. It was Morae’s flawless win.

The triumph burned away her shame. Humming under her breath, she leaned down before the man sitting on the bed.

“With how quick you get hard, I can’t wait to see you try to satisfy me.”

Her breasts fell forward, forming a tempting valley. Pado swallowed again, jaw tightening in defeat.

His cock, unmoved by his own scowl, strained tall and unyielding.

He lifted his robe, pressing his palm against it, and raised his gaze. Something fierce burned in his eyes.

“…If I can get this worked up over so little, it just means I’m that potent.”

“Ahaha, that’s the dirtiest excuse I’ve heard.”

“Confident, huh? Looks good on you. But you know, pretty rice cakes don’t always taste good. Looks fine on the outside, but once inside—completely disappointing. There are plenty of women like that.”

“You—! Just admit it already!”

She stomped her foot, pointing right at him. He jabbed his own finger back at her.

“And you’re bad-mouthing me without even trying me. Do you even know what I’m like?”

“Before I could find out, someone chickened out and backed off — how is that my fault?”

“And who’s the one who really chickened out? I don’t need to test you to know how you’d be. You’d flirt like you’re giving it all away, climb into my bed — then bolt, scared.”

“What’s there to be scared of? The only thing that would kill the mood is finding out you’re not worth it.”

“Is that so?”

Pado drew in a deep breath — then threw off his robe.

The skin he’d kept hidden came into view, and with it, his erection, right in Morae’s line of sight. She sucked in a sharp breath.

“……!”