Chapter 23

As the pleasure gathered in her reddened eyes, Hazel instinctively spread her legs. She knew exactly what could stop this sensation.  

However, Enoch seemed more focused on savoring her than inserting himself. He licked and sucked at every place his lips could reach without hesitation.  

Her hips began to lift slightly, and shallow breaths escaped between her lips. Enoch, who was watching Hazel’s profile as she panted beneath him, slipped his hand under her knees.  

“……!!!”  

His thick manhood pierced through her in one swift motion. Hazel’s lips parted silently at the sensation of her organs being pushed upward.  

As if it wasn’t enough to enter without warning, Enoch didn’t even give her time to adjust before moving his hips as he pleased.  

Her pupils lost focus like someone overwhelmed, sending a chill down her spine.  

As the heavy sensation dug into places that couldn’t possibly take any more, Hazel desperately grabbed his forearm.  

“Why?”  

His tone sounded as if he didn’t understand what the problem was. Hazel, unable to suppress the moans spilling from her lips, looked up at him with disbelief.  

Why? Was he serious?  

Enoch tilted his head as if he couldn’t comprehend why she was glaring at him with wide, furious eyes.  

His absurd attitude left Hazel speechless. She tried to say something, but the relentless thrusts made her shake her head instead.  

From the moment he got serious about moving, it was, to put it simply, pure torture.  

Hazel couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face as the unfamiliar sensation of something invading her body overwhelmed her.  

Enoch, watching her with a warm gaze as if he found her endearing, gently clasped her hand, which was gripping the sheet in frustration. He brought it to his chest and said,  

“You can touch it all you want. You like this, don’t you? Hot and firm.”  

What on earth…!  

Just as she was about to retort, Hazel gasped.  

With a loud smack, a tingling current shot up her spine. Reflexively, she clenched her hand to endure the pleasure.  

Hazel let out a scream-like moan, clutching Enoch’s chest, which might have been as large as hers.  

“Ha, ngh!”  

The firm muscles beneath her small palms were crushed. Naturally, his n*pples were also pressed.  

As Hazel flailed desperately to survive, Enoch’s eyes turned redder with each squeeze of his chest.  

The intense pleasure, enough to make her brain go numb, left her vision white. It wasn’t just Hazel; Enoch felt the same.  

“If you’re sleepy, you can sleep. I’ll wake you up.”  

He spoke as he brushed the sweat-soaked hair stuck to her face.  

At his words, Hazel’s eyes closed as if by magic. She could still feel him kissing various parts of her face.  

“Ha, ngh…!”  

But Hazel had to wake up in less than a minute. Enoch had started moving again, albeit slowly.  

“You said I could sleep…!”  

Gathering her remaining strength, she raised her voice, only for Enoch to rub her lower abdomen, which slightly rose each time he entered her, and reply,  

“Yes. You can sleep. I’ll handle everything.”  

Then, he thrust his hips forcefully. The suffocating sensation made her body tense up.  

How could he possibly say such nonsense in a situation like this?  

Realizing that the sleep had left her eyes, Enoch began to move faster.  

The only thing she could do was lie beneath him, letting out obscene moans.  

You said I could sleep!  

* * *  

‘I don’t want to open my eyes….’  

She didn’t want to face the cold, cruel reality. She had been drunk, but at some point, she had taken the lead in exploring Enoch’s body.  

Even with her eyes closed, she could tell how bright it was outside. At least it wasn’t dawn or morning, which made her sigh in relief.  

As she tried to gather her thoughts, Hazel realized her body felt much better than she had expected.  

The body that had been sticky with sweat and fluids of unknown origin, sucked and kissed by him, was now clean and dry.  

Hazel cracked her eyes open slightly to survey her surroundings. Enoch, who should have been sleeping next to her, was nowhere to be found.  

Did he leave me behind and go first? 

Her heart sank at the thought, and Hazel bolted upright.  

“Ack…!”  

No, she wasn’t fine. She was in pain! It hurt so much!  

Even though it wasn’t her first time, her body felt like it had been shattered into pieces. The intense muscle pain made her groan involuntarily.  

The fact that Enoch wasn’t there didn’t even register.  

As she was despairing over how she would get home in this state, a voice came from nearby.  

“Sleep a bit more. You’re probably still hungover.”  

Looking up, she saw Enoch, freshly out of the bath with a white towel draped around his neck. Thankfully, he was wearing pants, so no further incidents occurred, but Hazel still couldn’t relax.  

“…You said you’d wake me.”  

“I was going to, but I fell asleep too. I couldn’t help it.”  

His playful smile made it impossible for her to lash out at him, even though she knew she should.  

Even with his messy, disheveled hair, he looked so perfect that it made her heart ache.  

‘This is so annoying. If he weren’t this good-looking, none of this would’ve happened.’  

Hazel frowned, pounding the innocent bed with her fists.  

Enoch, who had been watching her with wide eyes, burst into laughter.  

“Why are you laughing? Am I funny to you?”  

“If you punch like that, you’ll hurt yourself. You need to curl your thumb outside your fist. Don’t bend your wrist, and strike in one motion to hit properly.”  

Ignoring her hostile glare, Enoch corrected her clumsy fist.  

As if to demonstrate, he lightly swung his hand, inviting her to try. Hazel stared at him for a moment before punching the bed.  

“How is it? Feels different from before, right?”  

Just as he said, she could hit more accurately and forcefully, though it felt lighter. While she hoped she’d never need to hit someone, the world wasn’t that kind. Hazel grudgingly acknowledged his advice.  

“…It does feel different.”  

Mumbling her response, she watched as he casually sat down on the bed and said,  

“Knowing how to hit is good, but running away is always the best option in such situations. If the other person has a weapon, it won’t just end with you getting hurt.”  

“I know that much.”  

Hazel grumbled, burying her face in the blanket.  

Though she had somehow ended up in an inn, he didn’t seem to mind at all.  

Judging by the towel and basin of water beside the bed, he must have cleaned up while she was asleep.  

Although her family’s fortune had declined significantly, she had never stayed in an inn before.  

She didn’t know how to book a room, request meals, or pay for bathwater. Unlike her, Enoch was incredibly adept at all of it.  

This naturally led her to have strange thoughts. 

Just how often had he been to places like this to be so skilled?  

‘Whatever. Whether Enoch frequents inns or not, what does it have to do with me?’  

Pushing aside her negative thoughts, Hazel forced her heavy body to sit up. Enoch followed suit. Seeing the vivid marks on his body, Hazel turned her head away in shock.  

Wait, did I do that?  

Unable to believe it, she stared at him in confusion. He smiled and said in a voice full of amusement,  

“After seeing so much yesterday, do you want to see more today?”  

“W-What are you talking about! I don’t want to see anything!”  

“If you don’t want to see, why were you staring at me so intently?”  

“You’re standing there, so I couldn’t help but see you!”  

Flustered, Hazel covered her face with the blanket, knowing her cheeks must be burning red.  

What the hell is wrong with him?!