[BL] The Omega Boss Mafia is Secretly a Pervert?!-Chapter 103: Gentle Kiss from The Leopard

Lucien settled onto the sofa by the window, the perfect vantage point to watch Edmund at the piano while pretending he was only here for the charcuterie and wine.

From this angle, he could see everything: the straightened back, the squared shoulders, the careful placement of strong fingers over black and white keys.

The first notes floated into the room, warm and hesitant. While Lucien nibbled on brie on top of crackers with honey, the sweetness melted on his tongue, and he observed him closely.

The music was sweet too... in a clumsy, painfully adorable way.

His brows twitched.

Edmund’s tempo was too rigid. His wrist is too stiff. He hit the melody cleanly but with the emotional range of a government official reading a tax report.

And then—Lucien flinched—wrong note. Another. The alpha was sweating, shoulders slowly rising, jaw clenched like he was defusing a bomb instead of playing a nocturne.

’He isn’t even listening to the piece,’ Lucien thought. ’He’s just terrified of disappointing me.’

That somehow made it worse and better. Unbearably better.

For years Lucien had seen him as the untouchable Gilded Leopard; polished, elegant, flawless in every public step.

But here he was, awkward and desperate, throwing away his perfection just to impress one omega who kept pushing him away.

Lucien’s chest warmed despite himself.

’I shouldn’t like this,’ he thought. ’But damn... I really do.’

The omega secretly loved this side of him. He wanted his men to be pathetically in love, not the prideful, perfect men society expects them to be.

His heart softened and the plan for sabotaging the Leopard was all gone turned into a soft smile.

But as the piece reached its notorious difficult passage and Lucien’s entire soul recoiled. His fingers twitched with the urge to shove Edmund aside and show him how the arpeggios were actually supposed to sound; fluid, rippling, breathing.

He could practically feel the keys under his own fingers, the subtle weight, the glide, the controlled lift of each phrase.

Instead, he sat still, jaw tight, silently begging the universe for mercy.

’Holy shit, Edmund, stop murdering it,’ he screamed internally while smiling politely over smoked jamón.

Finally—finally—the melody slowed again, wandering toward its soft closing cadence.

Lucien exhaled as if he’d survived a battlefield. Edmund set his hands in his lap, shoulders dropping, and turned toward him.

"I failed, didn’t I?" he asked, voice quiet.

Lucien stood, unable to pretend anymore. He walked to the piano and sat beside him, breaking the five-meter rule as if it never existed.

"Move over," he murmured. "I am going to show you how it is meant to sound."

Their shoulders brushed as he reached toward the keys. His fingertips rested on the ivory with an easy familiarity Edmund had never seen before, light and confident, claiming the instrument like an old lover who had returned home.

The first notes were gentle but alive, carrying the pulse Edmund had tried so hard to fake. The melody unfurled like a calm breath, shaping the quiet room into something softer.

Lucien did not boast. He just played, breathing emotion into every rise and fall, demonstrating phrasing with subtle movements of his wrist, letting the music bloom fully between them. Edmund could feel the warmth of his body, close and steady, blending with the sound.

Sunlight spilled across their hands as he played, warm and golden. Edmund did not even pretend to watch the keys. His eyes stayed fixed on Lucien.

And Lucien... he acted like he did not notice, yet his heartbeat had gone uneven, the same way his breathing wavered in the quiet space.

"You did not listen to me, did you?"

Lucien stopped playing. He could not bear that stare anymore. It was heavy and intense, as if Edmund was memorizing every line of his instead of the music.

Edmund jolted slightly, caught in the act like a child who had been doing something he knew he should not, shameless anyway as he asked, "Can I touch you?"

Lucien exhaled, tired and warm at the same time. "Do what you want."

The Leopard stepped closer and took his hand gently. His thumb traced slow circles on Lucien’s palm, patient and almost reverent.

His other hand rose to Lucien’s cheek without warning. The omega flinched at the cold touch and turned his gaze away, unable to look at him, yet he leaned into that careful warmth like his body answered before his mind could.

Edmund touched him as if he were something rare and fragile. His fingertips traveled from cheek to mouth, brushing the curve of Lucien’s lips with a light graze that made the omega’s breath stumble.

Lucien cracked under the tension and met those sharp green eyes. His cheeks flushed warm and soft.

"Just kiss me already."

Edmund’s grin was triumphant. "Only because you allow me to."

He leaned in and tasted Lucien’s lips, slow and coaxing. His mouth moved gently, sucking at the lower lip while his eyes stayed open, admiring how Lucien closed his own as he surrendered instinctively.

The omega’s lashes trembled. He melted into it.

’So adorable,’ Edmund thought.

His head felt unsteady seeing his jewel surrender quietly beneath him.

’Mine.’

His hand slid to Lucien’s waist and drew him closer. The kiss deepened, their tongues brushing and curling together as they breathed against each other, sharing the same warm space.

Their saliva mixed, sticky and slow, and Lucien clutched the side of the piano for balance as his knees weakened.

Lucien’s scent wrapped around him like smoke, thick and addictive, jasmine softened by heat. Edmund wanted to bottle it. Keep it. Drown in it until he forgot air existed.

’Lucien, my jewel. You will be mine forever.’

They sank deeper into the kiss until Lucien’s back pressed against the keys by accident. The piano cried in a chaotic chord, and both of them pulled back in surprise.

Lucien stepped away first, breath uneven, lips wet and red from Edmund’s mouth.

"I think that is enough," he said quietly.

Edmund swallowed hard. His hands curled into fists at his sides as he forced himself to calm down, willing his body not to react any further. He wanted today to stay gentle. Lucien needed rest, not another night pushed past the limit.

"Then let us have lunch in the garden," he suggested. "We have been inside the mansion too long."

Lucien nodded quickly, eager to escape the lingering heat. "Good. Let us go."

Edmund smiled, amused by how desperately his jewel tried to hide his embarrassment. Lucien enjoyed the kiss far more than he wanted to admit, and Edmund saw all of it.

Every flicker. Every tremble.

He decided not to tease him and simply chuckled before calling the staff to prepare lunch.

Edmund needed his plan to work. He needs to make him lift the rule with his own mouth!