Passerby Villain In A Wizard World

"Mom, this is enough for me. Don't add more."

In the large dining room of Duke Eldric's mansion, Elara was seen adding meat to Ian's plate with care, carefully choosing tender pieces.

Seeing that it was the third time his mom added meat for him, Ian couldn't stand it anymore. Although it was nice, it was too much for him to eat.

"Are you sure? Why don't you eat more? Your father said you were so hungry yesterday," Elara said, her care visible in her eyes, making Ian stop complaining immediately.

After she showed this much concern, Ian couldn't bring himself to deny her again. So, he could only nod reluctantly allowing his mom to add whatever she wanted.

"Hehe..."

Seeing his deflated appearance, Lyra giggled non-stop next to him, her big bosom trembling with her body.

Today, she was wearing an elegant yet casual dress: a fitted black corset-style bodice with gold buttons, paired with puffy white sleeves featuring playful open shoulder cutouts and a flowing white skirt tightly attached to her body, appearing harmonious and beautiful.

Her flowing blond hair, styled in a ponytail, and her crescent-shaped eyes, sneaking and laughing at him, only added to her charm.

"Stop laughing while eating. You will choke."

However, she was also scolded right after by Evelyn, who had just returned carrying dishes.

"Oh, Sorry Mom."

Lyra quickly stopped laughing after being caught by her mom, lowered her head toward her dinner, and began eating earnestly.

"Heh, serves you right."

Seeing that his mom Elara went towards his father, Ian quickly picked up the additional meat on his plate and stuffed it directly onto Lyra's plate, not forgetting to tease her.

"You... Aun..."

"mmm..."

Lyra was about to shout at his mom when Ian quickly closed her mouth with his hand.

"Don't shout. Didn't Mom say it's not good to talk while eating? Now eat it silently."

"But it was clearly for you."

Lyra pouted in dissatisfaction.

"I'm already full. You are so thin. Eat more."

Of course, Ian could have eaten more if he wanted to, but he was fed up with it already. Even too much sugar would turn bitter if eaten too much.

"I'm not thin!"

Lyra was even more aggrieved by his silly remarks but still obediently ate the juicy pieces in reluctance.

"Oh? Are you sure? Then let me check."

Ian smirked and checked around first to see if anyone was paying attention.

After seeing that their parents were busy eating by themselves, he extended his hand under the table and blatantly grabbed Lyra's upper thigh.

Since Lyra was wearing a long but relatively thin skirt, Ian could feel her warmth directly through the fabric.

"Ouch!"

Lyra was bewildered by his bold action and hurriedly placed a hand on her mouth to avoid shouting.

"What are you doing? They are so close."

She asked Ian in a low whisper, clearly nervous by his bold behavior. Both of their parents were present here sitting right next to them and here Ian was blatantly feeling her below.

"Yeah! You didn't lie. You are really thick."

Ian, however, acted completely oblivious.

While he ate with another hand normally as if nothing was going on, he used his other hand to knead her soft thigh through the cloths blatantly, dangerously closer to her mysterious place.

"Mmm... you bad guy... why are you like this?"

Lyra lowered her head and tried to hide her flushed face while eating after seeing that Ian wasn't going to leave her.

Ian didn't look at her and continued to eat while his hand was slowly but firmly feeling everywhere below her. Feeling that it was still not enough, Ian left that part and climbed upwards ready to explore the unknown.

"Don't!"

Seeing that Ian was really getting ahead, Lyra hurriedly closed her legs trapping his arm between them.

"Mmm~~Not there..."

Lyra was already pitch red as she was trying hard to control her urges. If Ian teased her further she might make an embarrassing sound right at the dining table.

Wouldn't that make her socially dead then?

Seeing her blue watery eyes filled with pleading and laborious breath Ian finally took his hand out. However, he wasn't going to leave her like that.

"Then, help me here."

He softly said to her ears in a voice that only he and Lyra could hear and put her hands in his tent that was already standing up dangerously poking through his trousers.

"Ah... no..." Once she understood his motive, Lyra hurriedly tried to draw her hand in impulse.

"Shss... help me here otherwise I don't mind helping you instead."

Ian smirked and warned her while forcefully grabbing her hands to his lap.

"Look, it is so uncomfortable."

He placed her hands in his tent asking her to caress it slowly while not forgetting to eat his meal as if nothing happened.

"Ian... please, not here."

Lyra still tried to protest weakly but seeing his stern look, she knew he wasn't going to relent. So, she slowly moved her hand a little bit awkwardly as if she was scared to grab it, trying to relax Ian.

"Grab it... like this. It won't bite. Didn't you do it yesterday?"

Seeing her clumsy move, Ian couldn't feel anything. So, he grabbed her hand and adjust it to his liking showing how she should give him a handjob.

"Ah~~why again...?"

Seeing that Lyra was nervous and not complying honestly, Ian once again began to play with her legs and thighs wantonly under the table, making her miserable.

Lyra also didn't resist much anymore and began to stroke him slowly through his clothes.

As the two of them played a dangerous game on the large dining table, their parents were instead having dinner without any knowledge of their shenanigans.

"Mmm~~"

It didn't take long for Lyra to feel hot as she actively began stroking Ian's rod from outside his loose trousers, just as she had before. She even spread her legs slightly to allow easier access. When aroused, she was truly something else.