Chapter 6

Chloe hid her anticipation and looked at Dante. His face was still stiff. Seeing that, she felt a sudden fear, but the more she looked, the more she sensed a kind of forcefulness she hadn’t seen before.

‘…Am I a pervert?’

Chloe seriously wondered. Getting excited by his angry face—was there any hope for her? But by now, Chloe’s body was burning up. If Dante suddenly did a handstand, she’d probably drool over his flexed arm muscles.

“Sit for a minute.”

Dante sat Chloe on the bed. Soon the butler arrived, knocking with a tray. Dante scowled at the small pill next to the water glass.

“…What’s this?”

“Birth control, Sir.”

“What…?”

“You said she’d be staying for a week… Just for precaution, please don’t mind.”

With that, the butler reset the stopper and hurried away. Dante looked dumbfounded at the closed door. Chloe, as if waiting, grabbed his wrist. Dante flinched noticeably.

“…Wait, Chloe.”

Dante twisted his arm as if trying to escape Chloe’s grip. But Chloe didn’t let go. He could have easily shaken her off, but he didn’t. That small fact ignited something in Chloe.

“Dante.”

Chloe held Dante’s hand tightly and gazed at him. She wanted these big hands to touch her everywhere. She wanted to undress him and feel his body. She wanted his eyes to look only at her. But Dante, realizing what Chloe wanted, shook his head vigorously.

“…No.”

“What?”

“That thing you’re thinking.”

His refusal was firm, but Chloe just pulled his hand toward her chest.

“No, it’s okay.”

“I won’t touch someone who’s not in their right mind.”

“Then let’s say I started it. Okay?”

Chloe was relentless. Dante twisted his hand free from her grip. Then, to keep her from grabbing him again, he put both hands behind his back and spoke firmly.

“I said no…”

“Then why did you bring me here?”

Chloe felt a little sad. She wished his hand would slip between her thighs. She wanted him to touch and soothe her. She wanted him to satisfy her longing somehow. But Dante didn’t seem willing to do anything.

“If you won’t do it, I’ll just go back to the dorm.”

“What?”

“There’s no point staying here if you won’t help.”

She felt she might have to take care of it herself to relieve this burning need. But no matter how desperate she was, she couldn’t do that in Dante’s room. Maybe if she hid in the dorm until Chacha returned, she’d manage. But Dante’s voice was icy.

“So, you’ll ask someone else to help?”

His displeasure was clear, and Chloe was speechless. 

‘Someone else? Who in the girls’ dorm? What was he talking about?’ 

Before she could ask, Chloe’s body tipped to the side. She realized Dante had pushed her down.

“Dan…”

“Fine, I’ll do as you wish. Is that enough?”

Chloe blinked slowly. Despite his threat, Dante was only on top of her, doing nothing. Still, his breath was close enough to stir her anticipation.

“…Why aren’t you doing anything?”

“…Should I really?”

“If not, then I’ll just…”

Chloe couldn’t finish. Dante kissed her. She saw his long golden lashes right in front of her eyes. Chloe’s eyes widened and she held her breath. Dante pulled back and asked again.

“If I do, you won’t leave, right?”

His blue eyes seemed to burn, and Chloe swallowed. 

‘Was he really going to do it? Now? Really?’

When she nodded, Dante bent down again. Soft lips landed on hers.

Chloe closed her eyes and eagerly parted her lips. Their open mouths gently bit and sucked each other. One was desperate, the other cautious. Chloe wrapped her arms tightly around Dante’s neck, refusing even a moment apart.

Their tongues intertwined, exploring each other’s mouths. Every time his tongue grazed her teeth or palate, low m*ans escaped. Sharing breath brought satisfaction, but also stirred deeper longing in her belly. Chloe rubbed her thighs together unconsciously. Her damp underwear clung to her. Dante raised his head.

“Hnn, Dante…”

Regretting the loss of his lips, Chloe reached out to pull him back. But Dante only laced his fingers with hers.

“Don’t rush me. I’ll keep going even if you say to stop.”

“Really?”

“…I don’t know.”

When Chloe’s eyes sparkled at the threat, Dante replied coldly. Chloe stared at his stiff face as if she were bewitched. The face she thought was gentle felt icy once the smile disappeared. Under his straight forehead were deep eyes, flawless white skin, a prominent nose, and lips wet with someone’s saliva…

‘D*mn, he’s handsome.’

Embarrassment flooded Chloe, and she wanted to cover her face. But if she did, she wouldn’t be able to take in his appearance. Chloe gripped the sheets tightly, watching Dante unfasten his cravat. His slow movements made her swallow nervously. As each button came undone, she could see his collarbones, as straight as his nose.

“Oh my.”

Unable to bear it any longer, Chloe covered her face—though she kept her fingers spread wide to leave her view open. Every time Dante undid a button, Chloe screamed in her mind. His chest was firm with muscle, and below that, his tightly toned abdomen came into view. His flawless white body looked as if it had been sculpted from marble.

What about below that? Chloe’s gaze roamed his body, waiting for his pants to come off. The front of Dante’s trousers was so thickly bulged, it seemed as though something was hidden between his legs.

What does it look like? How big is it? What color is it? Chloe couldn’t hide her anticipation and stared between Dante’s legs. But Dante didn’t take off his pants. Instead, he began slowly unbuttoning Chloe’s shirt.

“Uh, why, why…”

“Why do you think? Should I be the only one undressed?”

“…Should I undress too?”

Chloe asked in a dazed voice. Dante let out a deflating laugh.

“Are you planning to do this with your clothes on?”

A fleeting smile appeared on his otherwise expressionless face, making Chloe’s chest tingle again. As she stared blankly at his face, his hand slipped inside her now-open shirt.

“Hngh…”

He was only touching her stomach, but Chloe’s body, sensitive from the potion, trembled. His thick fingers slowly stroked her belly, sides, and ribs. The simple touch made Chloe feel restless. If he was going to touch her, he should do it properly. Or at least let her touch him.

Feeling self-conscious about her own impatience, Chloe thought of Chacha. Everything was because of Chacha. If Chacha hadn’t made a mistake, or hadn’t suggested giving Dante the potion in the first place, things wouldn’t have turned out like this. She wouldn’t be shamelessly begging him to hold her, nor would she be moaning just from his touch.

But she couldn’t blame Chacha for everything. She was the one who’d accepted the potion, put it in Dante’s cup, and now clung to him like this.

“Hurry, Dante.”

In the face of unyielding desire, whose fault it was didn’t matter. Chloe wrapped her free arm around Dante’s neck. Their lips met again. Dante carefully brought his hand to Chloe’s chest. The strap of her undergarment loosened slowly, and she felt a cool sense of liberation.

“Mmm…”

When Dante kneaded her soft br*ast, a low sigh escaped. Their heated breaths mingled in each other’s mouths. Every time his fingers flicked her n*pple, Chloe shuddered and moaned. Dante’s lips moved from her mouth to her cheek, then nibbled her earlobe. The sticky sound so close sent chills down her spine.

Dante kissed Chloe’s neck and shoulder as he unzipped her skirt. When she heard the ripping sound, Chloe’s eyes widened in surprise. But Dante didn’t give her time to react; he pulled her skirt off immediately. Chloe instinctively closed her legs.

“Shh, relax.”

Dante gently kissed Chloe’s palm, then bent down and took her br*ast fully into his mouth. Chloe jolted in shock, but Dante sucked harder, undeterred. A m*an burst from her open mouth.

“Haah…!”

He was only caressing her chest, but Chloe’s body, made sensitive by the potion, responded intensely. She gripped the sheets tightly, trembling. She could vividly feel his tongue circling her *reola. When he nipped her lightly, the sensation made tears prick her eyes.

“Da-Dante…”

Chloe panted, but Dante didn’t stop; he pulled down the drawers covering her hips. The thin underwear was so wet at the crotch, it was visibly damp. When he removed her underwear, her lower body was a mess. The tightly closed folds had parted, leaking fl*ids, and her pubic hair was stuck together with all the moisture. Dante didn’t hesitate to reach out. The constant flow had already soaked the sheets.

“Chloe.”

“Hnnn… Don’t say anything.”

Chloe hid her face and shook her head violently. When his fingers touched her wet skin, she felt so embarrassed she wanted to bite her tongue. Every time she heard the slick sound, her body flinched. Dante rubbed her soaked folds with his fingers, kissing her stomach and thighs.

“…I have something to say.”

“I-I know I’m really wet… Hngh, don’t say it.”

“No, that’s not what I want to say.”

Dante shook his head awkwardly, and Chloe finally opened her eyes. 

‘D*mn, he’s handsome, even now.’

She swallowed back a foolish comment.