Chapter 64. I Think I’m Going Crazy Because I Like You

Once on the bed, the two of us discarded our cumbersome clothes. The sound of fabric rustling added to the sultry atmosphere of the bedroom.

When Aster kissed my moonlit skin, I arched my back and stifled a moan.

“Hmm.”

Though low and monotonous, it was a pleasant sound. Aster carefully traced my curvy body like he was handling a piece of art. The sensation of his rough palm brushing over my skin made my fine hairs stand on end.

When he lowered his head and rolled my flushed peak in his mouth, my moans grew more intense.

“Ah…!”

The more I moaned, the stronger Aster’s urge to devour all of me grew.

He wanted those clear blue eyes, resembling a pristine lake, to reflect only him. He wanted the pink hair, reminiscent of a rosy sunset, to sway only before him.

He desired that my delicate white skin be covered with his marks. When Aster impulsively sucked deeply on the underside of my br*ast, a red bruise formed.

“It tickles.”

I laughed, which made him even more desperate. Aster, as if possessed, reached for more intimate places. When he touched a spot only he could, I instinctively crossed my legs.

“Not there…!”

Losing her composure in an instant, her eyes turned reddish.

Camilla’s honest reactions in front of him were endlessly endearing. The more it was, the more he wanted to shower her with his love.

And he kept longing for her to look at him, to acknowledge him.

‘I knew this would happen.’

Aster inwardly scoffed at his own dark desires. He had to admit he was greedy. The initial thought of just staying by her side had evolved into a desire to win her heart.

When their bodies were intertwined, the warmth and their rising desires consumed them both.

On the bed, she looked at him with affectionate eyes.

Maybe it was because she quite liked his body. He knew very well that his appearance suited her taste. And that was why she shared her intimate warmth with him.

He wished he could be content with just that.

Unfortunately, he constantly felt a sense of lack.

It was so intense, so lovely. The reality that he couldn’t comfortably confess his love tormented him.

“Camilla.”

Aster exhaled a hot breath, pressing his body closer. As he licked her earlobe and kneaded her body thoroughly, she let out a high-pitched moan.

Listening to her moans as if they were confessions of love, Aster quickened his pace.

What was he to her?

Even if it wasn’t love, he hoped she didn’t hate him.

But he was afraid. Afraid of her reaction when the veiled truth was revealed.

He still vividly remembered her cold reaction when she found out he was a Blanche. The look of shock on her face and her trembling lips, her eyes brimmed with tears. It was as if she might fall apart at any moment.

‘Have you been deceiving me all this time?’

Her tearful, despairing face haunted Aster. He hadn’t meant to deceive her. He just wanted to stay with her a little longer.

He knew she wouldn’t smile at him anymore if she found out he was a Blanche.

‘I hate you.’

That’s why her words of hatred pierced his heart like a dagger.

He didn’t expect her to smile when they met again. Yet, when they did, she didn’t even remember him. And she accepted him so easily.

‘I really like you. Truly.’

That one line pulled Aster out of the mire. Even though he knew she said it under the influence of alcohol. And even though he knew she found their marriage dreadful, he spent the night with her because of his dark, impulsive heart.

If she found out he stayed by her side with impure intentions, she might abandon him.

That made him even more anxious. He feared he wouldn’t win even a sliver of her heart. Feared she’d end up hating and ignoring him.

The more his hand moved, the more sweet nectar poured out from the moist place. When his hand was soaked with it, he entered her. The tight fit made Camilla scratch Aster’s back with her nails.

“Ah, Aster…!”

Camilla clung to him, moaning. When he tried to pull back from the strong urge to climax, she held him tighter.

“Don’t, don’t stop. Keep going, please.”

At her tearful plea, Aster gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

As he moved more roughly, Camilla’s body swayed helplessly, panting. Every touch of their skin sent shivers through her limbs.

Aster swallowed his moans as he looked down at her.

On the bed, Camilla was unbearably alluring. Her glossy pink hair swayed, making him feel like he was in the middle of a vast field of pink muhly grass.

When her blue eyes shone brightly, adding to the heat, it felt like he was suffocating underwater. She was so beautiful that he feared his unworthy self might taint her brilliance.

Then Camilla touched the tear mole under Aster’s eye, making him involuntarily groan.

“Ugh.”

She had a peculiar attachment to his tear mole. Even in the midst of their passionate moments, she would touch it and smile seductively.

“Aster, it might sound strange, but… this mole never felt unfamiliar to me from the first time I saw it.”

“……”

“The more I see it, the more my heart aches. Isn’t that strange?”

Her innocent words, spoken with a face unaware of anything, struck Aster’s heart.

Her eyes, wet with pleasure, were already red and moist.

Aster bit his lower lip. It seemed that the tear mole was the only thing she remembered about him.

Aster wanted her to remember him yet feared she would at the same time. Because the accident that day might have happened because of him.

He only wanted to say goodbye. Before fleeing to Arendt, he wanted to reveal his real name one last time.

But the thought that her mother might have died because of that choked Aster’s heart.

Moreover, Aster had been saved by Camilla that day. If not for the item she gave him when they parted, he would have died.

When he struggled to control his newly awakened power, the item she lent him saved his life.

‘But why…?’

At that time, Camilla knew how to use her abilities. Her mana flowed naturally, and the touch of cold water that extinguished the flames that threatened to consume everything was still vivid.

If not for her, Isabelle might have discovered his abilities before he even reached Arendt.

He remembered how she had saved his life. He wanted to appear before her as someone more impressive than before.

And he wanted to be loved. Aster spoke.

“I love you.”

“What did you say?”

Camilla was stunned by his sudden confession. It was even more shocking as it came when her mind was going blank from the pleasure he was giving her. Aster continued with all his heart.

“I think I’m going crazy because I like you.”

With those words, Aster bit her neck. The sharp pain mixed with the sensation of his hot tongue tracing the spot.

“Ah.”

“So please.”

Don’t hate me.

Aster hid his true feelings and increased his pace. Because of that, she couldn’t respond to his confession.

“Ahh!”

She could only moan and cling to him. Eventually, as Aster cl*maxed, their bodies locked together.

Their bodies, reaching the peak of passion, radiated heat. The sweet scent of their mingled sweat filled the air, making them dizzy.

Even in her exhaustion, Camilla gazed quietly at Aster’s heated eyes.

‘A man who cries while professing his love.’

His tears, shed in the heat of their union, made Camilla’s heart ache.

It was a strange feeling. Her heart felt full and complete. It was a different sensation from the fulfillment she felt when their bodies were joined.

It was both painful and lovely. She wanted to kiss his tear-streaked eyes and soothe him. And she wanted to give him whatever he desired. Anything.

‘What do I want to do with you?’

Realizing her deep feelings, Camilla was suddenly afraid. Who would have imagined that their light-hearted first meeting would deepen like this?

Looking into Aster’s moist eyes, she could no longer deny her feelings weren’t shallow.

She found Aster lovable. So much that she wanted to keep hugging and kissing him.

It was the first time she had ever longed for someone so much. Yet, she couldn’t respond to his confession because of the guilt that lingered within her.

For her deceased mother’s sake, she believed she shouldn’t be with a Blanche.

“I’m sorry.”

Aster frowned at her response. She kissed his tear mole and whispered.

“I’ll give you everything else. So…”

Camilla swallowed and spoke with a pained expression.

“Don’t ask for my heart.”

Though her eyes spoke of love, her lips had to deny it.

Aster’s red eyes grew moist at her rejection. Even though he knew, hearing it made his heart ache. His tear fell onto Camilla’s cheek.

“You already know my heart.”

“Aster.”

“…I love you, Camilla.”

“……”

“I love you.”