Chapter 20

“Don’t you think I need to know the situation properly to understand how hard it’s been for you?”  

“…I think you’d understand well enough without knowing.”  

Watching her desperately try to escape stirred a desire deep within him.  

He had genuinely intended to have just one drink and then head home. But as he listened to Hazel’s chirping voice, as light as a small bird’s, he found himself unwilling to leave.  

The longer time passed, the thirstier he felt. Each time Hazel moved, the scent of her body and her warmth brushed against his nose, teasing him.  

“E-Enoch?”  

Hazel stammered as she called out to him, noticing the subtle change in his darkened gaze. Through the strands of his black hair that had slipped down, his blue eyes shimmered faintly.  

It was a gaze that awakened the lust buried deep in his chest.  

But Hazel tried her best to regain her composure. One or two mistakes could be overlooked, but a third mistake could no longer be called an accident.  

At that moment, Enoch pressed his lips against her cheek.  

When she looked at him with an expression of disbelief, he responded nonchalantly.  

“So, what exactly did the students do?”  

His shameless attitude, as if he had no intention of listening to her, made Hazel let out a hollow laugh.  

“Do we really have to go this far?”  

“Yes.”  

His immediate answer was refreshingly straightforward.  

Seeing his slightly smiling face, with even his eyes curving, Hazel sighed deeply to herself.  

“This doesn’t seem like a good choice….”  

As she shifted slightly, Enoch moved much closer than the distance she had created, speaking as he did.  

“Then, what is a good choice?”  

Her body, pushed lightly, fell backward. Startled, Hazel instinctively grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her.  

As a result, Enoch ended up on top of her.  

“Do you know your heart is racing like crazy right now?”  

His affectionate smile made Hazel’s heart tighten. Her body began to react to the sight of Enoch’s flushed face staring down at her.  

If she hadn’t been drinking, she would have immediately jumped up and left. But perhaps due to the long time since she last drank, her body refused to move as she desired.  

…Or maybe it wasn’t just that.  

As she thought this far, Hazel felt like her vision was darkening.  

Was she really such a deviant to feel her heart flutter in a situation like this?  

“So, what did the students do?”  

Enoch whispered softly, tidying up his slightly disheveled hair. His voice, strangely compelling, made Hazel’s knees subtly bend.  

Her dress had ridden up to reveal her thighs. When Hazel raised her leg and wrapped it around his waist, a low groan escaped Enoch’s lips.  

Enoch’s eyes gleamed as if he were savoring the light weight of her body resting on his.  

“And then what happened?” 

Hazel parted her lips and lightly sucked on his lower lip. The soft and warm sensation made her body tremble.  

Feigning indifference, she pulled her lips away, watching Enoch, who stared at her blankly.  

“…Like this.”  

Feeling her heart pound as if it might burst, Hazel waited for Enoch’s response.  

But he said nothing, simply gazing at her.  

Just as she thought his eyes seemed to radiate a fiery intensity, Enoch lunged forward.  

“There’s no need to rush, ugh!”  

How had things ended up like this?  

Hazel tried to think with her muddled mind, but her thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of him sucking hard on her neck.  

“Ah!”  

At some point, Enoch’s hand had slipped behind her back. His fingers fumbled with the intricate design of her dress, and he clicked his tongue in frustration.  

Then, with a slightly dissatisfied look, he glanced at Hazel.  

“Is this dress important to you?”  

“Why?”  

“…….”  

“No! My sister lent it to me! Absolutely not! If anything happens to it, I’m dead!”  

Seeing the murderous look in his eyes, as if he wanted to tear the dress apart, Hazel screamed with a pale face.  

“I can just buy you another one.”  

“Still no!”  

Clutching the dress tightly, she yelled, and Enoch looked oddly disappointed.  

Although Vanessa had willingly lent her the dress, she surely hadn’t expected it to return in tatters. So Hazel couldn’t let anything unnecessary happen to it.  

“Well, I guess there’s no choice.”  

With a sigh, Enoch moved back slightly, looking at the trembling Hazel with a pitiful expression.  

“I’ll take it slow, so turn around.”  

At his words, Hazel hesitated before shifting her body. She gathered her hair to one side, making it easier for him to undo the knots.  

Each time his firm fingers brushed against her spine, a tingling sensation shot through her lower abdomen.  

Focused on undoing the complicated knots of the dress, even his breathing sounded distinct to her.  

At some point, the tight sensation of the dress disappeared. As he hooked his finger into the loosened lace and pulled, the dress slid down effortlessly.  

Naturally, Enoch’s hand slipped inside. Hazel’s shoulder flinched at the touch of his hand exploring her soft skin.  

“Is my hand cold?”  

“No, it’s not that….”  

Unable to say that his hand was too warm and made her tense, Hazel trailed off and shook her head.  

He pressed a light kiss to the back of her neck. The strong stimulation made her let out a soft moan and curl her body.  

Before she knew it, the dress had completely loosened and slid down. Her chest was exposed, and she instinctively raised her arms to cover herself, turning around slowly.  

Enoch’s jaw tensed as he scanned Hazel from head to toe with an unreadable expression.  

“You do it.”  

Enoch took her hand and guided it to the back of his neck, silently asking her to undress him.  

The soft silk of his shirt felt smooth under her fingers, making her hand tremble slightly.  

Even though it was just unbuttoning a shirt, her fingers quivered as if she were having a spasm.  

But Enoch remained still, as if determined not to help her.  

Just undoing a few buttons left her covered in a cold sweat from the tension. As the shirt parted, his well-sculpted physique came into view.  

It wasn’t a body that could be achieved in a short time. Clearly, he had been born with good genetics, but it also showed how much effort he had put in over the years.  

Hazel slid her hand inside the slightly open shirt, taking it off. Her fingers traced the defined muscles beneath, causing Enoch’s Adam’s apple to bob noticeably.  

The sensual atmosphere made her heart pound to the point of pain. Hazel instinctively ran her hand along Enoch’s shoulder and down his back.  

The firm muscles beneath his skin tightened with each touch.  

“Haah….”  

As he exhaled softly, his body felt as hot as a furnace. The heavy presence between his legs betrayed his feelings clearly.  

Their eyes met in midair. As if it were a signal, the two naturally leaned in to explore each other’s lips.  

Their lips met lightly before pressing together more firmly. His tongue slipped between her lips, intertwining with hers.  

As the wet sounds grew more intense, Hazel felt her chest swell with emotion.  

Enoch held the back of her head firmly, as if unwilling to let their lips part even for a second, drinking in her breath.  

A wave of overwhelming sensations washed over her, making her body lean back.  

Even as her vision turned white from lack of air, Hazel willingly accepted it, wrapping her arms tightly around him.  

It felt like drinking seawater—the thirst only deepened.  

As her vision blurred, Enoch finally pulled back.  

Unwilling to let go, Hazel instinctively stuck out her tongue, following him.  

Enoch smirked, raising one corner of his mouth as if pleased by her reaction.