Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 708: Preferences

"Ronan, why are you laughing? What’s so funny about this? Can’t you imagine how tormented those people are to have gone through something like this?"

Arielle turned her head to look around the room once more. She felt the creeps starting to crawl against her skin upon seeing the place and wanted to get out as soon as possible. "I can imagine how scared Lazarus and William were when they were little. Of course this would leave them traumatic," said Arielle, full of sympathy for William and Lazarus.

Ronan really enjoyed his time here. He even laughed hard at Arielle’s innocence.

The man was still crouching down on the floor, trying to calm himself so as not to offend his wife even though he already had. He tried to catch his breath and slowly, the tickling sensation in his stomach started to disappear so he could talk again.

They had to get out of here first. The two of them had spent quite a long time here and Ronan didn’t want Grandmother Bertha catching up with them and finding them in a room they shouldn’t be in.

Ronan put his hands behind Arielle’s back to lead his wife out of the red room. In front of the door, the male servant was still hanging his head low with his body trembling in fear. Ronan then returned the key and told the servant to close the room again.

After that, he asked Arielle to show him the way to the library. Arielle, of course, still wondered why her husband laughed at a place they should respect. They should show some sympathy for the victims!

Arriving at the library, Arielle sat in the chair she used yesterday. She was still waiting for her husband to explain his disrespectful attitude before. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Ronan, don’t you want to explain why you laughed so hard just now?" asked Arielle when her husband had sat beside her.

"Hm... how should I explain this? It looks like William and Lazarus have misunderstood. It is natural for them to get traumatized because they were so young back then. Perhaps if they were back in the room now, they would understand and laugh as much as I did. And a human like Lazarus might be tempted to try it too."

"Huh? Lazarus wants to be tortured?" asked Arielle who still did not understand what Ronan meant. She couldn’t read her husband’s thoughts at the moment. Meanwhile, inside his head, Ronan was still laughing upon thinking about the room again.

"Arielle, that’s absolutely not true." Ronan tried to find an explanation that his wife could easily accept. An easy explanation so that Arielle wouldn’t get flustered or embarrassed.

"How can it not be true? Didn’t you see those things hanging on the wall earlier? Something like that must have been used for torture. You can’t imagine how tortured someone must have to go through it all. What kind of mistake did they make to deserve such treatment?"

"Right. I also saw those things, but it is not used to torture. Well, to torture too... but in a pleasant way."

"Ronan, I’m confused. How can torture be pleasant?" Arielle asked in confusion.

"Okay, I’ll just use simple words. The room seems to be used to have sex in a different way. In a high level that some people don’t know about. It is usually used for someone who wants to dominate their partner by torturing them."

"Sex?"

"Yeah, but both sides usually have agreed to do it beforehand. Those things are used to torture people who agree to be a submissive and dominate by their partner. They have sex rougher and harder, with a bit of violence."

Ronan continued to explain the different types of people who were addicted to pain and made the person get more excited. Arielle, who had not heard of this before, felt overwhelmed by her husband’s explanation.

How could people enjoy being in pain? Arielle had never felt it, but she believed it was very tortuous and uncomfortable. If she had a choice, she would avoid being in pain as much as possible. Even being tortured by Maxieno until her body got injured in different parts alone made Arielle always think about giving up.

If it wasn’t for the reason that she had to return to Northendell as soon as possible and break the curse, Arielle might have given up from the start because she found absolutely no pleasure in being in pain.

"I understand if you’re a little confused, but people have their own sexual preferences, Arielle. Some love pain and want to be dominated by their partners. Some like it when they do it in public where lots of people watch them, and there are still more."

"W-what?"

Arielle remembered about last night’s party where people were so confident about having sex in a place where everyone could see them. Just imagining it made her stomach twist. However, as Ronan had said, it all depended on each person’s preference. Arielle realized she had no right to judge them.

Arielle slowly accepted it. The room was closed and should not be found except for people who wanted to use it. So, she thought... as long as they had consent in their own preference, it was not her business.

While Arielle was deep in thought, Ronan came closer. He put his left hand on the back of his wife’s chair and held her right hand that was on the table. Then, he brought his face closer to whisper in a low voice.

"Then, what’s your preference? Is there anything you’d like to try?" Ronan asked in a teasing tone and it immediately made Arielle’s face become flushed red.

"Ronan ... "

"I-I... don’t know. I’m comfortable with what we’re used to."

Ronan chuckled. "I know. After all, you’re a vanilla."

"Vanilla?" Arielle creased her brows.

Arielle was definitely a human. She was not a white orchid that was used as a spice to add sweetness...

"Vanilla is a term for conventional sexual behavior. Ordinary sex without any elements of violence, extreme pains, or fetishes. I’ve tried it several times with you. When I ask you to make love in a slightly open place, you become uncomfortable. Also, when I cornered you a few times, you looked scared."