Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

157 The Winter Magic Village (NSFW)

The Winter Magic Village was a piece of heaven on earth. It looked like a warmer version of the North Pole.

The Santa Workshop sold all kinds of hand-made wooden items, such as toys, picture frames, and small kitchen appliances.

The items were laid neatly in rows.

Behind the cashier, carpenters in white shirts and red jumpsuits were working on the goods. They were all very focused on their work, their nimble hands turning blocks of ordinary wood into extraordinary items.

A nutcracker in form of a soldier attracted Lucien’s eyes. He took it in his hands and flipped it around.

Ronan furrowed his brows at the toy soldier. “Is that from ‘The Nutcracker’?”

He referred to a ballet performance with the same name. Lucien nodded with a smile.

“Yup. Look, isn’t he interesting?”

Lucien shook the toy in front of Ronan. Ronan pulled Lucien into a hug and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

.....

“Do you know the story?” He asked.

“Loosely. The nutcracker becomes alive and kills the Evil Mouse King, right?”

Ronan smiled.

“Yeah, it is a good-luck amulet.”

“Then it is a perfect gift for my sister.”

“Ah. Does your sister need someone to save her?”

Lucien sighed.

“Anna recently got rejected, and now she has an unsightly scar on her cheek. I want to give her some encouragement.”

Although they did not talk about it anymore, Lucien knew that Annalynne’s feelings for Kinnon had yet to fade. Her self-confidence must have plummeted even lower when Kinnon saw the scar on her cheek.

“I can introduce you to a very good plastic surgeon if Annalynne wants to get the scar fixed.”

Ronan’s solution was the same as Kinnon’s and his. Unfortunately, Annalynne refused to go under the knife. When Lucien pestered her about the reason, she darkly muttered that “with or without a scar, Kinnon is not going to look at me anyway.”

“Thanks, Ronan. I will contact you when Anna changes her mind,” Lucien said, giving Ronan a peck on his lips.

After they exited the Santa Workshop, they had lunch at the Elf Restaurant. The waiters and waitresses were all dressed in red and green elf uniforms. The women wore red hats while the men wore green ones.

The whole restaurant was decorated with fake, giant candy canes and various humongous sweets. There was even a real gingerbread house on display at the center of the restaurant.

“Look, Ronan. The door is made of chocolate.”

Lucien pointed at the meticulously assembled house.

“They use caramel to glue the parts together. Smart.”

Ronan was filled with dread. Was he going to have another diabetes-inducing lunch?

Thankfully, the menu had more to offer than Christmas desserts. Ronan ordered a serving of roast turkey with steamed vegetables and mashed potatoes. Lucien ordered a plate of tilapia steak with baked beans and lemon-cheese sauce. For beverages, Ronan wanted a glass of Cherry Cocktail while Lucien wanted a glass of Christmas Punch with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

After a fulfilling lunch, the two men walked around the village and talked to shopkeepers who were more than happy to tell about the history of the village.

The Winter Magic Village was originally a normal village in the farther end of Snowmelt City. When tourism hit and the area became popular, everyone in the village started to start winter-related businesses. Thanks to everyone’s contribution, the village was in Christmas season throughout the year.

“It is like a dream come true,” a happy girl who sold them candy canes said, swooning with delight.

“It does seem like a happy place full of happy people,” Lucien remarked.

Ronan took Lucien’s hand and gave it an adoring kiss.

“Are you happy?” He asked.

Lucien nodded. “Are you?”

“I am happy whenever you are with me,” Ronan replied flirtatiously.

“Even if I force you to bathe in a pool of melted candies?”

Ronan could not think about anything more disgusting than that, but he still lied through his teeth, “Anything as long as you are next to me.”

They left the village when the sun was about to set. Each visitor was given a light badge courtesy of the village before they crossed the frozen lake again. The second time around, Ronan developed more self-confidence. He still had to rely on Lucien to drag them both across the lake, but at least he could move by himself.

Once they arrived at their glass igloo, the night already set in. Ronan expected to be pampered with a sky full of stars when he looked up, but he saw something else instead.

The sky was bright with greenish-blue curtains of light that gently swayed as if the wind blew through them.

“Wow,” Ronan mouthed.

It was a magical sight. Entirely mesmerizing.

Ronan froze on spot, his eyes glued to the display of light outside of the igloo. Lucien stepped next to him and took his hand in his.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Lucien whispered.

Ronan turned to look at the man next to him.

“Yes,” he replied.

The Northern Lights were beautiful, but so was the person who showed him the wondrous sight.

Ronan seized Lucien’s cheek and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

“Hmmm...”

Ronan pushed Lucien against the glass window and deepened the kiss. Lucien sucked on Ronan’s lips greedily while taking Ronan’s jacket off. Ronan was more than eager to help.

Before long, Lucien’s naked body was pressed between Ronan’s and the cold glass window.

Although the glass igloos were at least a hundred meters away from each other to allow guests some privacy, Lucien did not feel comfortable about the possibility of flashing unsuspecting victims.

“The bed,” he managed to say between kisses before he led Ronan toward the bed.

Ronan was pushed to sit at the edge of the bed. Lucien went to his knees between Ronan’s legs and looked up at him.

“Lulu? What are you...”

His question was stuck in his throat when Lucien took hold of his shaft, caressed the length, and then pressed the dark red glans against his hot tongue.