[BL] The Omega Boss Mafia is Secretly a Pervert?! Chapter 104: Lunch in The Garden

Even with the five-ters rule temporarily revoked, Lucien still kept space between them. They walked side by side, but every ti their hands brushed, he jerked his away like the touch burned.

Edmund noticed every flinch, of course. The bastard always did. He didn’t say anything, though just kept matching his pace with an annoying quiet persistence, like he was waiting for Lucien to stop running from ghosts that didn’t even exist anymore.

Worst, monts like this—the quiet, the stillness, just the two of them—always dragged him back to their young love days.

That stupidly sweet era when everything felt innocent but their hormones were a disastrous ss.

Edmund used to pull him behind pillars or into empty hallways, kiss him softly at first, then hotter and hungrier... yet still neither of them ever went further than that.

Too risky and complicated. One slip and everything would have blown apart, and they both knew it.

Sotis Lucien wondered how they had even survived that period without soone catching on, because subtlety was never Edmund’s strength.

"Can I hold your hand?" Edmund asked suddenly.

Lucien shot him a side-eye. "Since when do you do gentle? You always act first and apologize never."

"You act like I’m radioactive every ti we accidentally touch."

Edmund caught his hand again, slower this ti. "And there’s nothing wrong with asking for consent."

Lucien rolled his eyes. "Everything is wrong with you asking for consent. It ans you’re trying so hard."

Even so... Edmund’s grip was warm and steady. For a man with calloused hands, he held him like sothing precious.

Lucien hated how it made his pulse skip, how his shoulders loosened despite himself. Edmund always had this stupid way of making him feel both safe and irritated at the sa ti.

"Does it make your heart flutter? Makes you blush like so teenager?" Edmund teased, leaning in close enough that Lucien practically jumped.

"Of course not," Lucien snapped, very aware his pulse had definitely stuttered. "I’m not that easy."

"Really?" Edmund smirked. "Then let’s make another bet."

"Nope. One bet per day. I’m not letting you drain my lifespan."

"Oh? So the great Don of Lucero is scared?" The Leopard shrugged, all casual arrogance.

Lucien yanked his hand back, crossing his arms. "Fine! Whatever. I’ll win anyway."

"Perfect. If I can make you blush at least once with so teenage-level romantic gesture, you’ll follow my orders for a day."

Lucien arched his brow. "And if you lose?"

"You can leave the island."

Lucien stopped dead. His breath caught. Edmund didn’t even try to soften the blow.

"I’ll stop courting you," Edmund continued, voice steady but strained around the edges.

"Everything goes back to normal. Isn’t that what you want?"

Lucien stared at him, searching his face, his tone, the cracks in between but all masked perfectly in that handso face.

Weirdly sothing in his chest tightened. He didn’t want Edmund to give up on him. Not yet. Maybe not ever and he didn’t want to admit it.

"...Fine," he said at last. "But you have to act like an actual teenager. No fancy adult date nonsense. Maximum cringe."

"Deal." Edmund held out his hand.

Lucien clasped it.

And just like that the bet began.

***

Lucien was swirling the pasta on his plate when Edmund suddenly said, "Aaa."

He held out a spoonful of risotto, ready to feed him, while Lucien only raised a brow in judgnt and disbelief.

But the bet was ongoing, so refusing ant losing ground. Besides, Edmund would absolutely say sothing even more humiliating if he declined.

Lucien could already hear it, and of course, it ca:

"What is wrong, my love? Is the food too hot for you? Here, I will blow it for you."

Edmund tilted his head with a painfully innocent expression that made Lucien want to headbutt the table.

Last ti, he had refused and paid the price by having to listen to several minutes of pure emotional terrorism. There was no way he wanted to endure that again.

He would rather die. So he opened his mouth and allowed the spoon in. The savory flavor pampered his tongue and he nodded, unable to hide how good it was.

"I knew you would love it. Our taste buds match perfectly. We are obviously soulmates."

Lucien nearly choked. That word coming out of the fierce Leopard was too much.

It got even worse when Edmund reached out, brushed the corner of his lips with his thumb, licked the sa thumb, and murmured, "Careful. I do not want your sensitive cat tongue to burn."

Lucien grimaced. "Edmund, if the requirent is for to leave this table because of how cringe you are, you will win the bet within five minutes."

Edmund laughed. "What are you saying? I enjoy watching you suffer. This is only the beginning."

Lucien dragged a hand down his face. "I do not believe in God, but dear God."

Yet a small smile carved itself onto his lips despite everything. He had never imagined the terrifying Leopard could behave this pathetically just because he wanted that stupid five-ter rule revoked.

Lucien had not even followed that rule properly anyway. And Edmund could have broken it anyti he wanted.

The oga was weak when it ca to sex and Edmund knew it since he was good at making that sexy kind of atmosphere.

"See? You are smiling. So I must be doing sothing right." he smirked and took a spoonful of the risotto again but this ti he ate it himself.

"See? I’m indirectly kissing you and you taste sweet."

Lucien froze for a mont, the back of his hair stood up, before shaking his head and trying not to laugh.

"That is dumb. I am smiling because of how stupid you are."

"I like it. I prefer seeing you smile rather than frown whenever you are with ."

Edmund’s expression softened. It was so gentle that Lucien felt his heart stumble. He knew he could not let this mood continue, not when the bet had barely begun.

"Well, yes. I don’t like you."

Edmund took his hand and brought it toward his lips, pressing a kiss into his palm. "And it is my job to make you stop hating ."

Maybe it was the sunlight warming his skin, or the garden blooming around them with bright colors and soft fragrance.

Maybe it was Edmund’s laughter, the glimpse of his sharp canines, or the way his eyes narrowed when he smiled.

Perhaps it was the slight wrinkles forming at the edges of his eyes, the ones he tried to hide but Lucien secretly admired.

Or maybe it was the way the Leopard was trying so hard to be funny, playful, and even embarrassing, even though his posture remained stiff and awkward.

There was sothing so sincere in it that Lucien felt his chest tighten.

Whatever the reason was, Lucien could not help smiling. He turned his head away quickly and grumbled sothing unintelligible. Maybe his cheeks were already flushed, but neither of them ntioned it.

They stayed there, focused on each other, letting the garden, the sunlight, and the rest of the world fade quietly around them.