Start as a Spiritual Planter: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 211: Master, do you hate me?

The warmth between them intensified as Ram's touch became bolder, his hands mapping the soft curves of her body.

Su Mu's initial soft moans deepened into breathy sighs, her head tilting back as she gave herself over to the moment, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He trailed kisses down her jawline, to the sensitive skin of her neck, eliciting a series of soft, involuntary gasps from her.

When his hand gently pushed aside the collar of her tunic, exposing the smooth skin of her shoulder and the delicate curve of her collarbone, she shivered, but not from cold. Her head tilted back slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as his touch trailed lower, exploring the sensitive skin just above the swell of her breast.

"Ram," she whispered again, as his fingers traced the upper curve of her breast, the soft, plumpy flesh.

He wanted to explore every part of her, to know her in a way he hadn't dared to imagine before.

Skin met skin, and the contact was electric. Ram marveled at the smoothness of her back beneath his palms, the way her muscles tensed and then relaxed under his touch.

Ram's lips were on Su Mu's neck, her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and a sigh was building in her chest, ready to escape.

Their bodies were pressed close, every line, every curve, a testament to the fierce longing that had finally been unleashed.

Just as Ram's hand slid lower, tracing the curve of Su Mu's waist, and her fingers began to unfasten the clasps on his own worn tunic, a voice, sharp and undeniably furious, sliced through the heated atmosphere like a shard of ice.

"Master!"

Both Ram and Su Mu froze, their bodies tensing instantly.

The spell was broken, the intoxicating haze of passion evaporating in a rush of adrenaline and surprise.

They sprang apart, guilt and annoyance warring with the lingering flush of desire on their faces as they turned towards the doorway.

There stood Nyra, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her fiery red eyes narrowed into slits.

If looks could kill, Ram and Su Mu would have been reduced to smoldering piles of ash.

Her usual playful demeanor was entirely absent, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated indignation.

The shadows around her seemed to writhe in sympathy with her anger, and the air in the room dropped several degrees.

"Am I... interrupting something?" Nyra asked, her voice deceptively sweet, but with an underlying tremor of fury.

One of her finely sculpted eyebrows was arched high, and her lips were pressed into a thin, disapproving line.

She didn't need to say more; her entire posture screamed her displeasure.

Ram felt a flush creep up his neck.

He quickly fumbled to adjust his disheveled clothing, while Su Mu, though equally startled, managed to regain her composure a bit faster, her instincts kicking in as she subtly straightened her attire, though the high color in her cheeks betrayed her recent activities.

"Nyra!" Ram stammered, trying to sound nonchalant, a feat made nearly impossible by his still-racing heart and the lingering scent of Su Mu's perfume on his skin. "What... What is it? Is something wrong?"

Nyra's gaze flicked from Ram to Su Mu and back again, missing nothing.

"Oh, really?" Nyra shot back, taking a step into the room, her hands now planted firmly on her hips.

"Because it looks like you were about to get very, very friendly with each other, while I'm out there dealing with actual problems!"

Su Mu, regaining a sliver of her composure, spoke up, her voice still a little breathless. "Nyra, we were just… talking."

Nyra snorted, a distinctly un-ladylike sound. "Talking? Is that what you call it these days, Master? Funny, I didn't know 'talking' involved so little clothing and so much… heavy breathing."

Ram sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair.

Su Mu, however, didn't seem inclined to engage in a verbal sparring match with the irate Nyra.

Her gaze, which had briefly hardened at Nyra's accusation, softened as it met Ram's.

There was a flicker of something complex in her eyes, a touch of regret for the interruption.

Without a word, she leaned in and gave Ram a light, lingering kiss on the lips.

It was a soft, tender gesture, a stark contrast to the heated passion of moments before, yet it spoke volumes.

Then, just as quickly, she pulled back, turned, and walked out of the room with her usual silent grace, not once looking back.

Ram watched her go, a strange feeling settling in his chest. Something about her quiet departure, the lack of any further explanation, felt… off.

It wasn't like Su Mu to simply walk away without a word, especially after a moment like that.

But before he could dwell on it, his attention was violently yanked back to the small, furious Half Drow in front of him.

Nyra was practically vibrating with rage.

If she had been angry before, Su Mu's parting kiss had fanned the flames into a veritable inferno.

Her fiery red eyes, which usually sparkled with mischief, were now narrowed into burning embers, fixed on Ram with an intensity that made him distinctly uncomfortable.

"See! See what I mean, Master!" Nyra's voice was a high-pitched shriek.

"She just… she just does that! And you just let her! While I'm out there, you're in here… being… kissed!"

Ram opened his mouth to try and explain, to placate her, but Nyra wasn't finished.

There was a tremor in her voice now, something beyond just anger. It was a raw, almost wounded sound.

Inside, a storm of confusing emotions churned within Nyra.

It wasn't just about being interrupted or feeling like Ram wasn't taking her seriously.

It was... something else.

Watching Ram with Su Mu, seeing that easy intimacy, the shared looks, the way Su Mu could just reach out and touch him, kiss him… it stirred a feeling in Nyra that she didn't quite understand but fiercely disliked.

It was a possessiveness that surprised even herself, a sharp pang that felt suspiciously like jealousy.

Ram was her Master, wasn't he? She was the one who had been with him, who understood his moods, his plans.

Su Mu was an outsider, a newcomer.

Yet, here she was, sharing moments with Ram that Nyra felt, with a burning intensity, should have been hers.

She wanted to be the one Ram looked at with that soft, unguarded expression.

She wanted to be the one he shared those quiet, stolen moments with.

Her small fists clenched at her sides.

The anger was still there, but now it was intertwined with a covetous ache, a desire for something she couldn't quite name but desperately wanted from her Master.

"Nyra, look," Ram began again, trying for a placating tone. "Things just… happened. We weren't expecting anyone."

"Obviously!" Nyra retorted, her small nose twitching. "Korrin sent me to give you an update on the new Half-Drow recruits."

"He said you wanted to know how their integration was going. Some of them are having trouble adapting to their new bodies, and the ones who are reborn from the souls of those Cavemen are… particularly aggressive."

Nyra's fiery Half-Drow blood seemed to simmer just beneath her skin, her pointed ears twitching with irritation.

"Master," she began again, her voice still tight but losing some of its earlier shrillness, replaced by a low, dangerous hum.

"It's not just about… that." She waved a dismissive hand in the direction Su Mu had disappeared, as if the kiss itself was a trivial offense compared to the larger issue. "It's about… priorities. About what you're focusing on."

She stepped closer to Ram, her crimson eyes locking onto his, the directness of her gaze almost unnerving.

The faint, intricate markings on her dark skin seemed to pulse with a subtle light, a tell-tale sign of her agitated emotions.

"Master, do you hate me?" she asked, the words tumbling out, raw and unfiltered, catching Ram completely off guard.

The question hung in the air, heavy and unexpected.

Before he could even formulate a response, she pressed on, her voice laced with a confusion that bordered on hurt.

"Why do you avoid me when I get closer to you? Every time I try to… to be near you, you pull away. Or you change the subject. Or you find some urgent task for me to do on the other side of the Sylvan Space."

Her shoulders sagged slightly, a vulnerability seeping through her usually confident demeanor.

She looked down for a moment, her long white hair falling across her face, obscuring her expression. freewebnσvel.cøm

When she looked up again, her crimson eyes were filled with a mix of defiance and a deep, unspoken longing.

"Am I not good looking?" she whispered, the question so soft Ram almost didn't catch it. "Or… or is it because I'm not human? Do you only like humans, Master?"

She chewed on her lip, her gaze fixed on Ram, waiting, almost dreading his answer.