How to Love Someone Arrogant Like You

Chapter 2.3

When Andrea instinctively pressed her knees together, Michael bit her earlobe and whispered,

“Stand properly. Don’t lock your knees.”

Michael kissed her tenderly, as if soothing her. As she swallowed his sweet saliva and inhaled his scent until her chest felt tight, her trembling gradually subsided. Clinging to his shoulders, Andrea endured the unfamiliar sensations he was giving her.

Then, Michael pressed firmly on a small, protruding spot.

“…!”

Andrea’s vision turned white. A wave of pleasure shot through her spine, leaving her entire body stiff. Unable to control herself, she bit down hard on Michael’s lower lip.

“Ah.”

Michael brushed his fingers over his lip. When he saw the bright red blood staining his fingers, he chuckled softly.

Unlike Michael, who seemed unfazed and ready to continue, Andrea’s face turned pale. She had injured the Crown Prince. It was an unforgivable act. If he chose to hold it against her, she could face severe punishment under imperial law.

“I-I’m sorry…”

Michael spoke in a playful tone.

“Are you apologizing to me?”

Andrea nodded. Michael leaned in close and said,

“Then lick it.”

“Lick it?”

“Mm-hmm. Can’t you do it?”

Of course, she could.

Andrea quickly shook her head and cupped his cheeks with both hands. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick his lips. It was an incomprehensible request, but if it was what he wanted, she was willing to do it.

“Ah… How adorable.”

Michael’s lips curled into a languid smile as he watched Andrea. In a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, he murmured,

“I wish you’d lick something else too…”

Something else?

Andrea’s eyes widened as she met Michael’s gaze. Her clear, moist eyes, filled with curiosity, looked up at him. It was an expression far too innocent for someone who had seduced him earlier by suggesting they go to the balcony.

“That’s for next time.”

Michael let out a short sigh and lightly kissed Andrea’s cheek.

“For now, just endure it a little.”

Michael pushed aside her thoroughly soaked, semi-transparent undergarments. The moment his finger thrust into her slick entrance, Andrea’s body jerked forward.

“Ah!”

“Does it hurt?”

“Ahh…”

“I thought you were wet enough that it wouldn’t. Does even this much hurt?”

No, it didn’t hurt. It was just an unfamiliar and awkward sensation.

When Andrea shook her head, Michael smirked and inserted another finger. This time, as her entrance stretched, a sharp pang of discomfort rose.

Every time Michael’s fingers moved slowly in and out, the hot inner walls clenched tightly around him. He was only loosening her with his fingers, yet Michael could feel the tightness becoming almost unbearable.

As his thumb rubbed her cl*toris and his fingers smoothed over the folds inside her, Andrea let out soft, pained moans through her lips. The tingling pleasure reverberated through her spine.

“Mm, ah, ugh…”

When Andrea’s legs began to lose strength, Michael asked her gently,

“Is it too much for you?”

Andrea nodded quickly. At this, Michael let out a long sigh and said,

“That’s a problem. We haven’t even started yet. What’s the hardest part?”

“It’s… too strange.”

“Look into my eyes. I won’t hurt you, so focus on me.”

Andrea’s long, thick lashes trembled. When she lifted her head slightly, her vision was filled with Michael’s eyes, darkened in the shadows. He softened his gaze and bit her lips lightly.

‘This feels just like… lovers.’

It was a kiss so tender it felt as if they were truly in love. The way he nibbled on her lips like savoring a sweet dessert and teased her with his tongue felt astonishingly intimate.

Andrea reached out and gently stroked Michael’s neck. His skin, hot like a burning flame, met her palm. When she placed her fingers over his pulse, she could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

Andrea ran her hands over his smooth, firm skin and buried her nose in him, inhaling deeply. The man who had always felt so distant was now in her arms, constantly caressing her most vulnerable parts.

Could this really be reality? Or would it all vanish the moment I opened her eyes, like a dream?

Andrea was lost in the dreamlike reality when suddenly—

“Ahh!”

Something hot and wet pressed against her below, sharply invading her without warning. Her tightly closed body opened, and Michael pushed inside. A void she hadn’t even known existed was completely filled by him.

“It hurts, it hurts…”

“I’m sorry. You’ll get used to it soon.”

Michael pulled Andrea close and rested her head on his shoulder. He gently stroked her trembling back as she stiffened.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’ll be alright.”

When Andrea’s trembling subsided, Michael began to move his hips slowly. The swollen walls, tightly wrapped around the intruder, squeezed him with every motion.

It was hot, wet, and tight. The moment Michael entered her, he bit down hard to suppress the overwhelming urge to release.

God, it felt… maddeningly good.

Cursing inwardly, he whispered softly,

“So tight.”

“Ahh…”

“Breathe. Relax as much as you can.”

Michael reached out and gently kneaded Andrea’s plump b*ttocks. Fixing one of her legs around his waist, he thrust deeply into her.

“Ahh!”

The blunt head of him struck her deepest point, causing Andrea’s back to arch. She staggered, losing her balance, but Michael held her steady by her waist.

It hurt. Her stretched entrance and the pressure deep inside her belly both ached. But it wasn’t just pain. As his length slid smoothly in and out, a ticklish sensation spread, curling her toes.

The sound of labored breathing, soft moans, and wet flesh rubbing together filled the room. The lewd noises only heightened the tension.

Suddenly, a gush of thin liquid spilled out from Andrea’s insides. Taking it as a signal, Michael’s movements became more vigorous.

“Ah, ahh…!”

With each thrust, Andrea let out high-pitched cries like a cat in heat. Tears streamed down her cheeks. It was a physiological reaction.

Noticing this, Michael paused and lifted her mask slightly to wipe her wet face. But Andrea, trembling as if in a fit, pushed his hand away.

“No, you can’t.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Andrea bit her swollen lips and locked eyes with Michael.

“You’re more stubborn than you look…”

Michael’s lips twitched in dissatisfaction. In a slightly harsher tone, he asked,

“Then, can I take this off?”

Swish.

He tugged playfully at her undergarments. The soaked fabric, so wet it clung and stretched, had long lost its function. When Andrea nodded with a deeply flushed face, Michael chuckled and whispered,

“This is okay, but that isn’t? You’re impossible to figure out.”

Michael withdrew from her and quickly removed her underwear. The thin piece of fabric rolled up and dropped to the floor. Michael stroked himself briefly before aligning his tip with her entrance. His swollen member, glistening with prec*m and her fluids, looked messy.

As he alternated between her cl*toris and entrance, teasing her with smooth movements, Andrea trembled and instinctively lowered her gaze.

‘…!’

Her eyes widened to their limit.

‘What is that?’

What was rubbing against her below was grotesque. It didn’t even seem human. And the idea that it belonged to someone as beautiful as Michael was even harder to believe.

The long shaft appeared thicker than her forearm. Its bulging veins, the grotesque shape of the thickened head, and its dark, reddish color…

The milky fluid clinging to it, a mix of both of theirs, made Andrea want to faint from embarrassment.

“No, I can’t.”

Andrea shook her head frantically, her face pale with fear. Michael frowned deeply.

“What now?”

“It won’t… it won’t fit. Something like that…”

“Oh, is that all?”

Michael smirked and lowered his voice to a whisper.

“It was inside you just now. Don’t you remember?”

“…”

“If you don’t, I’ll make sure you do.”

Michael bit Andrea’s earlobe lightly, letting out a low laugh.

“That’s not the point right now, my lady.”

Andrea looked up at him with wide eyes, as if asking what was. Michael gestured with his chin toward her discarded undergarments, crumpled and lying on the floor.

“It’d be difficult to put those back on. Don’t you think?”

Andrea’s cheeks turned a deep red as she glanced at where he pointed. Closing her eyes tightly, she replied,

“I… I think so too.”

“Exactly. So, how do you plan to leave? Hmm?”

Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, Michael pushed between her legs again. Her still-open entrance eagerly swallowed him back in.

“Ah!”

“Exposing everything below…”

“Mm.”

“And covering it with my scent, only to act like nothing happened.”

The wet sound of flesh colliding echoed noisily. Perhaps she had grown a little accustomed to it by now, as the sensation of pleasure quickly overpowered the pain, causing her groin to grow slick.

Andrea’s inner walls clenched tightly around Michael’s member, and his arousal soared to unimaginable heights. The raw desire glinting in his eyes betrayed the composure he had been feigning. A suppressed groan escaped through his gritted teeth.

“Ugh, just imagining that…”

“Hahng!”

“…is exciting.”

Michael pushed himself into Andrea to the hilt. The sensation of her organs being pushed upward caused Andrea’s mouth to fall open.

“Ah, uh, ahh!”

“Ahh, hah.”

As rationality dissolved, their conversation ceased. Instead, they simply followed their instincts, grinding against each other in a relentless rhythm. The overstimulation bordered on violent. Andrea, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, felt her vision blur as her legs gave out.

“Hold onto my neck. If you don’t want to fall, hold on tight.”

Andrea shakily wrapped her trembling arms around his neck, and Michael immediately lifted her up.

“Ahh!”

Pressing her against the wall, Michael thrust into her deeply, his hips snapping forward with force. The added weight made each penetration even deeper.

“Ah! Ahh, ah, hah!”

“Relax a bit. You’re going to snap.”

“Please, ah! Ahh! I, I can’t, hahh.”

Andrea’s insides convulsed, gripping his swollen member tightly. As he withdrew, the ridges of her inner walls scraped against him, sending shivers down his spine. Just as the swelling tide of pleasure seemed to surpass its peak—

“Hah…”

Michael let out a languid sigh as he released his passion. His expression turned hazy as he moved his hips slowly, savoring the lingering sensations.

Andrea, gazing at Michael’s intensely sensual face, felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. Today, she had been with Michael. She had embraced him deeply and completely. She had kissed him, glimpsed his most intimate expressions, and held him.

Tonight, when the night faded and tomorrow’s sun rose, practical worries would undoubtedly flood her mind. She would likely panic over the recklessness of her actions.

‘…But it was so good.’

Yet at this moment, Andrea was filled with only one emotion: happiness. A feeling so unfamiliar to her.

“It’d be troublesome if you passed out.”

Michael strode across the room and laid Andrea down on the sofa. Even in her dazed state, Andrea refused to let go of him.

“If you’re unsatisfied, shall we go again?”

At Michael’s suggestion, Andrea gasped softly.

“I don’t think… I can. I’m too exhausted…”

“Alright, then.”

Michael surprisingly relented without resistance. He kissed Andrea’s mask and whispered,

“I’ll let you off today, but next time, I won’t.”

Andrea barely registered his words but nodded instinctively.

“Mm, okay…”