Chapter 24. The Reason for Thirst

“That sounds good.”

Without any resistance, Aster headed to the terrace. His earlobes were slightly red, indicating he was embarrassed by the sudden physical contact.

He usually initiated such contact, but now he was suddenly shy, making me feel strange.

‘He’s really cute when he’s drunk.’

I glanced at Aster and smiled.

His well-dressed appearance was still my type. Even our preferences in bed were similar, making him an ideal partner.

If he weren’t from the Blanche family, we might have already had our engagement ceremony and walked down the aisle by now.

As soon as we reached the terrace, Aster reached for his cravat, looking uncomfortable. In the blink of an eye, the neatly tied cravat was gone.

Still feeling hot, he unbuttoned a few more buttons and exhaled deeply.

“Whew.”

It seemed the intoxication hit him harder once he stood up. On the other hand, I was perfectly fine, having moderated my drinking. It was a habit I had developed at parties.

Seeing him much more relaxed than usual, I let my guard down. I moved closer to him and tilted my head.

“Are you weak with alcohol?”

“Hmm. …So this is what it feels like to be drunk.”

He looked as if it was his first time being drunk. He probably hadn’t drunk much before.

That was actually a good thing. It meant he wouldn’t have problems with gambling or women, which often accompanied a love for alcohol.

‘I like him more and more.’

He would have been a fantastic business partner.

As Aster said, if he weren’t from the Blanche family, things might have turned out differently. Aster ran his hand through his hair and muttered.

“Being drunk makes me dizzy.”

“Is your stomach okay?”

“…Yes.”

His delayed response confirmed he was indeed drunk.

Aster seemed more vulnerable when drunk. It was endearing, making me want to take care of him. I handed him some water.

“Drink this first. You’ll feel better after getting some fresh air.”

“Thank you.”

Aster smiled gently and drank the water. He was so thirsty that he finished it in one go. Still unsatisfied, he shook the cup, which was amusing. I reached for the cup and said,

“Give it to me. I’ll get more.”

But instead of the cup, Aster grabbed my hand with a snap, placing it down firmly.

“There’s no need. My thirst isn’t just for water.”

Before I knew it, he had intertwined our fingers and pulled me close. The already short distance between us closed entirely.

Aster, more dreamy and languid than usual, was incredibly attractive. Having a drunk man in front of me made me feel intoxicated too.

I didn’t avoid his gaze and asked,

“Then whose fault is it?”

“Do you really not know?”

“I do, but I’m confirming.”

Aster laughed at my bold reply. He held my chin and kissed me lightly.

“It’s your fault, Camilla.”

Despite his accusatory tone, his action of biting my lower lip was sweet and gentle. It eased my tension.

I found myself smiling, but the moment I opened my lips, his breath filled me deeply. The sensation of his tongue sucking so deeply that it made my tongue tingle left no room for leisure.

“Mm.”

It was a more intense kiss than usual. As if to prove his earlier words weren’t a lie, he bit my lips and tangled his fingers in my pink hair.

His actions, stealing even my panting breath, left me dazed. The taste of wine spreading in my mouth intensified the feeling.

“Camilla.”

The way he whispered my name in my ear was so seductive it made my whole body tingle. His voice, dripping with sensuality, made my body heat up.

“People can get drunk on others too.”

“Are you drunk on me?”

Aster smiled lazily, as if he had heard something very satisfying. The tear mole under his languid eyes was charming.

Since our first meeting, that tear mole felt oddly familiar. It’s as if I had met someone with such a tear mole before.

I reached out and touched his tear mole. He groaned softly and closed his eyes. The tear mole under his trembling eyelashes drew my gaze.

“It’s troublesome if you touch me like that.”

Aster murmured lowly, ticklish. Feeling playful, I kissed his tear mole and whispered.

“Then should I touch you like this?”

At that moment, Aster’s eyes snapped open. His red eyes blazed as if they were on fire. Seeing the passion in his eyes, I realized I had made a mistake.

It felt like I snapped the last thread of the beast’s restraint. But Aster’s restraint was quite strong.

He growled, nibbling on my neck.

“Are you doing this on purpose? Trying to drive me crazy.”

“Your reaction is quite cute.”

“Well, if you keep provoking me, it won’t just end with cuteness.”

Aster’s lips moved from my neck to my collarbone. His hand pulling down my clothes felt incredibly hot.

The fabric covering the peak of my chest wrinkled precariously. He rubbed his lips against my upper chest and said,

“I don’t want to be rough.”

“What do you mean by rough?”

We’ve already done everything.

I swallowed my words, and he looked up at me in surprise. His red lips looked so tempting that I realized I had already adapted to his body.

‘This is bad.’

Being enchanted by both his face and body was indeed a problem.

“This is the terrace, you know.”

“…Are you saying you don’t want to do it here?”

“Is that a problem?”

Aster looked at me with dissatisfaction. It seemed I had hit the mark. His unexpected prudence made me laugh.

“You must not be that hungry yet, seeing as you still care about the place.”

“I’m holding back. I’m human, after all.”

With a face showing how hard it was to hold back, he tightly gripped my waist. Despite his aroused body, his rational mind seemed to be trying hard to stay calm.

However, contrary to his will, his manhood was already prominently visible. His crotch, straining against his pants, looked appetizing.

If left like that, it would hurt.

I glanced at his fierce lower half, then cupped his cheeks and pulled him up.

“Shall I help you?”

“What?”

“You look like you’re having a hard time.”

As my gaze shifted to his swollen lower half, he bit his lower lip. He let out a deep sigh.

“Really.”

“…”

“You don’t even realize the danger.”

With those words, my view shifted. In an instant, I found myself lying on the sofa on the terrace. Aster, positioned above me, pressed his weight down and said,

“You’re still as fearless as ever.”

“There’s no one in Ahivith who doesn’t know how fearless I am.”

Aster frowned as if he wanted to keep that fact to himself. But his guard was down for just a moment.

He pressed his body close and kissed me. The heavy weight and intense heat made my body tense.

He slid his hand under my dress, grasping the soft flesh. A sharp tension spread through my thigh, which was being ravished by his large hand.

As he gently stroked my most intimate area, my hips jerked involuntarily. But trapped between his legs, my body couldn’t escape and quickly returned to its place.

He firmly grabbed my waist and warned in a low voice.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Then he guided my hand to his swollen groin. I had guessed from the tightness of his pants, but the actual thing was hotter and harder than usual, seemingly impossible to fit anywhere.

The sheer size made me gasp. No matter how many times I saw it, I couldn’t get used to it. Provoking him without knowing such a thing was inside his pants, I regretted it belatedly.

“W-wait.”

I hesitated, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping.

“No. I can’t hold back.”

His hand, gripping mine as I tried to pull away, was veined and tense. He brought his lips to my ear and whispered.

“You said you’d help.”

“…”

“I can’t go out like this, so you need to soothe me.”

He still seemed to think we couldn’t do it here. Yet, it was clear he was struggling with the pressure below.

So, he was playfully asking for my help. His seductive voice made my whole body’s nerves stand on end.

Feeling the urgency in his voice, I couldn’t help but assist him. As I moved my hand, Aster swallowed a rough groan.

Just touching him made me feel like I was going to lose control because of his expression. Our lips tangled as our breaths quickened.

Trying to move through the gap in his pants was uncomfortable. Clicking my tongue, I reached out and undid the buckle.

Pop.

His p*nis sprang out, growing even larger. It was too much for one hand, so I grasped it with both.

The veined shaft was hard, wet, and hot. As prec*m beaded at the tip, Camilla licked her lips.

I wondered what it would taste like if I suddenly took it into my mouth.

“If I’m going to help, I’ll do it properly.”

“What?”

“Lie down.”

At my soft command, Aster, as if hypnotized, lay down on the sofa. I took his towering shaft and slowly licked it. The prec*m tasted sweet and salty.

“!”

Startled, Aster grabbed my face, pulling his hips back. His face, flushed with intoxication, was now alert. His dreamy, languid eyes trembled, realizing what was coming.

“Camilla, what are you doing…!”

“You asked for help.”

“But, here…!”

“What’s wrong with the place? This terrace was made for this.”

“…”

“Well, Aster, you can stay dignified as you wish. I’ll be rough.”

With that, I took his shaft into my mouth. It was too big to fit in one go, stretching my cheeks and blocking my throat.

Admitting I couldn’t do it with just my mouth, I sucked on the head while moving my hands along the shaft.

“Ugh.”

Aster tilted his head back, swallowing a groan. The excitement he couldn’t hide vibrated through his throat.

This is it.

Feeling like I had found the answer to a difficult problem, I didn’t stop my movements.

Soon, unable to withstand the urge to ej*culate, Aster tried to pull his hips back. I followed his retreating manhood, sealing my lips around it.

As a result, hot liquid gushed into my mouth.

“Ah.”

Aster groaned, covering his face with both hands. He looked completely flustered, having been thoroughly teased.

Gulp.

Unconsciously, I swallowed the liquid in my mouth. The unfamiliar taste made me frown.

“Ugh.”

“Did you actually swallow that?”

Aster looked down at me in shock. When I nodded blankly, he rubbed his face.

“Ha, you’re really proactive in strange ways.”

“Is it bad to eat it?”

“It’s not that, but…”

Aster trailed off, rubbing his reddened face. Even after the storm had passed, the heat didn’t subside.

In the silence, our gazes stayed fixed on each other. Aster lifted me up and kissed me.

It seemed neither of us was satisfied with ending it like this. We rubbed our lips together, trying to soothe the lingering desire.

Unable to hold back, I suggested we move.

“Let’s go to the hotel. To that place from that day.”

At the mention of ‘that place,’ Aster’s eyes lit up. He adjusted his clothes and pulled me along.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

His urgent movements suggested he had been waiting for my suggestion.

* * *

As soon as we entered the hotel, we found each other’s lips. With every step, Aster’s clothes fell to the floor like breadcrumbs.

Meanwhile, Camilla’s dress remained intact.

“What are you doing? Not undressing me?”

“I want to do it with you still dressed.”

Aster shamelessly revealed his perverted desire, smiling wickedly.

He was nearly n*ked, stripped by her. Camilla swallowed hard at his god-like physique.

“Do as you wish.”

Camilla removed her underwear while still in her dress and tossed it to him. He caught it, his eyes flashing with desire.

His gaze was threatening and seductive, like a lion about to pounce.

Camilla lunged at Aster, hugging him tightly.

He caught her effortlessly, gripping her b*ttocks as he responded to her shower of kisses.

As he bit and swallowed her delicate lips, Camilla ducked her head as if to escape, but Aster quickly caught up with her. Her flowing dress fluttered with every movement. His large hand invaded the fabric without hesitation, kneading her unguarded b*ttocks. His er*ect c*ck kept brushing against the space between Camilla’s b*ttocks.

The added friction from the fabric made every hair on her body stand on end.

“Ahh.”

Camilla couldn’t hide her excitement each time the hot object touched her, twisting her body.

Each time she moved, his c*ck rubbed against her b*ttocks. Aster responded to her eager, inviting movements.

“Want me to put it in?”

“Mm.”

“Impatient, aren’t you?”

He chuckled and pressed her against the wall, thrusting his c*ck inside.

“Ah!”

Camilla moaned as he unexpectedly pierced her below. Her legs trembled, and her juices flowed. In a daze from the sudden penetration, she felt her body being rubbed against the wall as he thrusted while standing.

“Haah!”

She tightened her legs around his waist.

Even while holding Camilla, Aster’s movements were not sluggish at all. Instead, he spread her b*ttocks with both hands and began thrusting.

Thud, thud, thud.

The sound of their bodies hitting the wall and the creaking filled the room. Each wild movement made the hotel furniture rattle.

“Ah, the bed, the bed…”

Camilla whispered pleadingly, and he laughed slyly while thrusting his hips.

“You seem to like it just fine like this.”

“It’s too, too deep…!”

“Too deep?”

“I feel like I’m going crazy…”

Camilla bit Aster’s neck, gasping for breath. Aster sat her down on the table and said,

“You keep saying you want me to continue in a roundabout way.”

“Aster.”

“And you especially like biting.”

“…”

“Seems like you want to leave marks on me.”

Who was he to talk?

Camilla glared at him, looking at the nearly healed marks on his neck. He indeed liked leaving marks on her body.

The vivid memories of her body being bitten and sucked until it was covered in red marks were still fresh.

“You like it too.”

“True.”

“Hah…”

“So, let’s do what we both like.”

“What?”

“Bite me as much as you want. I’ll do the same.”

With those words, he withdrew his c*ck and lowered his face between her legs. He disappeared under her skirt and bit down on her cl*toris.

“Ahh!”

His fingers spread her open and thrust inside. The relentless action on her lower lips made her legs curl up.

“Ah! Aster…!”

Camilla moaned, grabbing his hair through her skirt. Feeling the smooth strands in her hand gave her a sense of stability.

She arched her back, supporting herself on the table. Her exposed lower lips accepted the movements of his tongue.

Squish, squish!

As two, then three, then four fingers thrust in and out, w*t sounds echoed around them.

Crunch!

He bit and sucked the area right next to her gr*in, leaving a red mark. He looked up at her.

“I like leaving marks here.”

“Beast.”

“Oh, you want me to thrust like a beast?”

“I…!”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

Aster whispered softly as he turned her around on the table.

No way.

Camilla looked back in surprise, meeting Aster’s lewd gaze.

“I’m a beast, so I’ll mount you like one.”

With those words, Aster flipped her skirt up, grabbed her waist, and thrust his c*ck inside.

“Ah!”

Camilla’s upper body collapsed onto the table. Aster lifted her limp body, reaching under her dress to squeeze her br*asts.

“Hah, hah!”

His thrusts, preventing her waist from collapsing, were as wild as a beast’s mating.

One was completely n*ked, the other barely clothed – an odd situation. The problem was that this contradictory state was incredibly arousing.

As Camilla lifted her hips and moved her waist, he muttered darkly. His hands roughly spread her b*ttocks.

“How does it feel to be taken by a beast in heat?”

“Hah, hah…”

“You love it.”

Aster murmured, stealing her words as he thrust his hips. Thud, thud, thud – the sound of their bodies colliding was sharp.

Her juices flowed down her thighs. Aster slapped her b*ttocks, making her lower body tighten around his m*mber.

“Who’s the beast now?”

With a mocking tone, Aster thrust deeply. Hot l*quid spilled out, running down her curved thighs.

Before Camilla could collapse forward, he lifted her in a princess carry.

“Let’s go to the bed, as you wished.”

“Y-you…”

“You look like you want to bite.”

Aster kissed the corners of Camilla’s reddened eyes.

“Where do you want to bite?”

“…”

“I’d like it here.”

Aster guided her hand to grasp his now er*ect c*ck.

While she hesitated at its size, he carefully laid her on the bed, signaling the start of round two.

The c*ck slipped from her grasp.

“Ah.”

A sigh of disappointment escaped her lips. Aster grinned and said,

“I’m not very patient.”

“…”

“Hesitate, and it’s over, Camilla.”

As if the chance to bite had vanished, he flipped her skirt up, obscuring her view. His silhouette flickered through the lace embroidery.

His scolding tone, despite the short time given, was incredibly sensual.

Camilla couldn’t tell if her vision was blurred by the skirt or her excitement. She tried to pull her skirt down to see.

While holding the troublesome skirt, Aster asked,

“Can I tear it?”

The skirt was already a mess of their fl*ids. It was a dress she wouldn’t wear again anyway.

“Tear it.”

With her concise permission, he ripped the skirt down the middle. It wasn’t fabric that should tear so easily, a testament to his immense strength.

“You’re beautiful, Camilla.”

Aster murmured, almost entranced, as he began to leave marks on her body.

In the end, Camilla was bitten and sucked by Aster until her entire body was covered in red marks, lost in ecstasy. In return, his back was left with her scratch marks.