Chapter 2 – You Keep Bothering Me (Part 2)

The night of the debutante. The crazy guy who had overwhelmed her was now saying something that didn’t make any sense. Although Anasha had a petite figure, she wasn’t lacking in stamina. Her endurance, trained by her triplet younger brothers, meant she didn’t tire easily. And the person who had made her faint was this very guy here.

But what? He’s not weaker than her anymore? Why state the obvious? Anasha, dumbfounded, placed her hands on her hips and looked down at him sullenly. At that moment, Karcian suddenly leaned in.

“I like you, Anasha.”

…What?

Caught off guard by his sudden confession, Anasha’s mind went blank. She only came back to her senses when she was led by him and ended up sitting on his firm thighs. Even through several layers of fabric, his solid thigh muscles were distinctly felt.

As she sat there, stunned, his dry lips overlapped hers. Whether due to his fever or his naturally high body temperature, his lips felt scorching hot, like being burned. As his breath invaded, her whole body seemed to melt and become limp.

Karcian, with his eyes tightly shut, sucked on her lips persistently and then teasingly flicked his tongue. Each time his tongue slowly swept across her lower lip, Anasha trembled uncontrollably from the unbearable tickling sensation.

Being so close, she forgot how to breathe, and she swallowed her breath while remaining rigid. Her face turned red as if it would burst from lack of air. Despite that, the soft, warm flesh left its mark as it moistened her lips. Instinctively opening her mouth to breathe, Karcian seized the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

Their breaths mixed together, creating a heat that seemed to melt her brain, and Anasha, dazed by the invasion of his large tongue, tried to pull away. However, she was soon blocked by his firm hands and arms.

Karcian’s tongue flooded her mouth, brushing against Anasha’s teeth and rubbing against the wrinkled roof of her mouth. The exploring tongue indulged in the wet interior, softly stroking her tongue, which tried to retreat from its overwhelming size.

“Hmm…!”

Their tongues entwined like snakes mating, and the wet sounds echoed in the quiet room. The fleshy tongue, which had been rubbing against Anasha’s tongue, soon burrowed under it. Karcian began to press against the tender mucous membrane that her tongue had been covering.

“Mmm…”

As the mucous membrane where the salivary glands are located was pressed, clear saliva spurted out like a fountain. When Karcian sucked in the saliva along with her tongue, Anasha shivered finely from the tingling sensation and opened her mouth wider. As if there was still more to come, Karcian’s tongue intruded deeply. The two tongues entwined, sticking together stickily. When he momentarily pulled away, saliva stretched between them like a spider’s web, indistinguishable as to whose it was.

Karcian gently pressed the back of her head with his hand, eagerly pushing his lips against hers. Completely trapped in his embrace, Anasha placed her hands, which had lost their way, against his chest. Through the open front of his robe, she could feel his sweat-drenched skin.

With his arm wrapped around Anasha’s waist, Karcian pulled her closer with force. As he did, the erect tip of his member pressed relentlessly against her stomach. As the prominent object swelled hard, Anasha squirmed at the heavy sensation. Her movements only heightened the feeling of impending release, prompting Karcian to grind himself more against her lower belly.

Even as she panted from the sensations assaulting her from above and below, Anasha, flushed with subtle pleasure, wrapped her arms around his neck. Her insides contracted and churned. She twisted her thighs in response to the simmering heat gathering between her legs, but it only left her frustrated, unable to reach the elusive peak.

***

“Haah…”

Anasha lay in her bed in her room, endlessly sighing. 

When was he ever in such a hurry as if he couldn’t wait?

She had no choice but to gently lay down Karcian, who was feverish and on the verge of passing out, and leave.

With heavy steps, Anasha returned to the Roymond Earl’s residence and tore at her hair in frustration. As if her head wasn’t already aching, there arrived a letter from the young man she had been introduced to today. She still lay sprawled on the bed as she held the letter up to the chandelier.

‘What should I do with this?’

[If you enjoyed today’s meeting, I would like to see you again.]

She had asked to be introduced, then used the excuse of feeling unwell to cut the meeting short, so it felt awkward to refuse again. Moreover, the person was introduced by the marquis’s young lady, who was engaged to the Crown Prince.

‘For the young lady’s sake, I should probably meet him properly at least once, right?’

While thinking this, Anasha wondered why Karcian was on her mind. She turned away, her heart burning with emotion.

The night of the debutante was a mistake. So she wanted to believe that Karcian had made a mistake, being drunk. However, the way he had acted until now, his confession today, clearly showed he didn’t see Anasha as just a friend.

‘Karcian likes me?’

Since when?

Karcian and she had been childhood friends. To suddenly become lovers after seeing each other at their worst since childhood—it was almost no different than being asked to date a twin brother.

‘But he likes me?’

She never imagined he would nail it with a confession. Anasha recalled Karcian, who shyly followed her around. Despite being older, he was similar in height and had a slender build like a snot-nosed kid. His round eyes, reminiscent of a puppy, and cheeks that were always rosy, which she pinched and tugged, calling them like rice cakes. The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

“Why on earth does he like me?!”

All she remembered was the little boy who was always teased and bullied by her. 

Could it be… he had that kind of preference? Enjoying being on the receiving end? 

Anasha seriously doubted his sexual preferences. It was that unbelievable for Karcian to be infatuated with her. Anasha shifted her gaze back to the letter, then turned her head towards the window. Her green eyes searched for the Shakers Ducal residence, though it couldn’t be seen.

‘Karcian…’

Between Karcian and the young nobleman Altino, Anasha hesitated endlessly. 

He likes me. Then do I… like him? 

Anasha couldn’t easily answer the question that naturally arose.