Chapter 5

His tongue began to caress her br*asts. Her hardened n*pples rolled between Milian’s soft tongue, like toys. Like drinking sweet nectar, Milian tirelessly explored Reshu’s chest. When he licked softly with his gentle tongue, it felt endlessly tender; when he sucked with a possessive force, it even hurt.

After Milian’s biting and sucking caresses, Reshu’s n*pples were now marked and sensitive, throbbing from the attention. She could feel herself becoming accustomed to Milian in that short time. Now, just the slightest touch of Milian’s tongue on her chest made it difficult not to cry out.

‘Milian, Milian….’

She tried to think of something else to distract herself, but nothing came to mind. Not even the basic formulas of magical theory, which were as familiar as breathing, surfaced. All she could think of was Milian’s name.

Milian’s lips covered Reshu’s again. Dazed, unfocused, she responded to his kiss. One of Milian’s hands caressed her swollen, marked n*pple. Feeling his long, firm fingers teasing her chest, Reshu gasped helplessly.

Her heated, sticky breath mingled with Milian’s as they kissed. She couldn’t hide the excitement in her breathing. All she could manage was not to moan or cling to Milian.

“Reshu. …because …since …was. …so….”

Milian’s voice was also filled with excitement. As he licked, sucked, and swallowed her lips, he murmured constantly. It felt like a passionate confession, but Reshu couldn’t make out the words. In truth, Milian was just talking to himself, not making a real confession. For Milian, this was all just a ‘dream,’ and the person in his arms was only a fantasy.

Milian’s hand wandered down Reshu’s waist, moving slowly lower. Reshu struggled to keep her breathing steady, not reacting. Her breath kept growing wild and erratic. His greedy hand gripped her small, firm bottom. Reshu couldn’t think of anything. All she could do was remind herself not to speak, not to react.

Milian’s touch did not stop. The breath she felt on her lips as they kissed was tangled and hot, as if he’d lost his mind. It was hard to believe this was the always-calm Milian Enokten.

“…Hmph.”

For a moment, Reshu let out a tiny moan. Milian’s fingers slipped under her school skirt and touched her secret place, already wet and messy.

She felt too embarrassed to keep her eyes open. The fact that the mess below was all because of Milian Enokten was mortifying. That Milian was touching her there—she couldn’t bear it. How much she felt, how excited she was, was exposed, and the feeling was strange and overwhelming.

“Reshu.”

Milian’s low, heated voice reached her.

“Because it’s a dream. Say you like me.”

Reshu couldn’t control her breathing. Milian’s fingers brushed her soaked underwear, and her face was flushed red—everything was too much to handle. Most of all, Milian’s voice was too pleasant, and that was the hardest to bear.

‘Milian Enokten. I like you.’

Reshu tried to say it.

‘I like you. The arrogant, ill-mannered Enokten genius. The academy’s unmatched top student, whose thoughts I can never read. My partner. I like you.’

Since it was a dream, maybe it was okay to say something like this. She was only playing along because Milian asked, so maybe it was fine.

But while Reshu hesitated to open her lips, Milian sighed low and painfully and muttered,

“That’s right, there’s no way you’d answer…. Because it’s a dream, you can’t talk to me like you’re real…. It’s different from the real thing, the real Reshu wouldn’t like this….”

For a moment, Reshu felt breathless. She suddenly realized how she must look to Milian: her breath ragged, her body flushed in his arms, her lower half soaking wet and surrendering to his touch. Milian whispered to her,

“At least ‘right now’… it feels good, doesn’t it, Reshu.”

In the next instant, Reshu nearly lost her balance. If not for her exceptional reflexes, she would have collapsed. Milian hugged her tightly, not the fragile embrace from before, but as if he were trapping his prey, his strong arms squeezing Reshu’s body as if to burst her heart.

“Reshu. I like you.”

Milian whispered in Reshu’s ear, bending low and letting his breath brush her ear.

“Reshurka. I like you. Reshurka Celestien, I like you. Reshu, I like you.”

A sticky kiss touched her earlobe, then moved to her cheek, her neck. When his hot lips pressed against a vulnerable spot on her nape, Reshu couldn’t help but flinch. Milian didn’t miss that tiny reaction and kissed her neck relentlessly.

His kisses reached ever more dangerous places. Soon, Milian pulled down Reshu’s blouse and, hugging her tightly from behind, kissed her sensitive neck obsessively.

“Huh.”

A breath she couldn’t fully suppress escaped Reshu. The greedy kisses from behind triggered an instinctive fear.

At the same time, a strange feeling she couldn’t identify arose. Milian’s pounding heartbeat, his strong arms squeezing her, created a dizzying whirlpool in Reshu’s chest. In that moment, Reshu realized something.

‘He must be crazy.’

‘That’ was a perfectly natural reaction, really. With her body so heated and wet, it would be stranger if the much more passionate Milian didn’t have a physical response. But actually feeling ‘that’ through touch was bewildering. Something hard and hot pressed against her, and she’d assumed it was a muscle, a piece of clothing, or some item—

‘Isn’t this insane? Isn’t he really crazy?’

Reshu screamed inside her mind, over and over.

‘No. This is really crazy. Whatever I do, I have to escape right now. Even though I’m practically trapped, if I can just reach into my coat pocket and grab my staff….’

But at that moment, Reshu gasped. Milian, holding her with one arm, used the other to undo his belt buckle and pressed something against her below. Hugging her from behind like a beast, Milian began to move his body without hesitation. Reshu, feeling the shivers racing through her, opened her mouth but couldn’t make a sound.

Her underwear had long since become soaking wet. Without removing it, Milian pressed himself against her there, rubbing vigorously.

She felt like she might scream. His firm manhood stimulated her drenched lower parts. Reshu, who had never really even touched herself before, quickly realized how dangerous the pleasure was every time her small nub was touched.

‘This is crazy. It makes no sense. I shouldn’t be doing this. This feeling is strange. This is… this….’

Her mind was a mess. Her hips moved unconsciously, her breath grew ragged, and she had to force herself to suppress it. Unable to keep her mouth closed, Reshu kept panting shallowly. There was a sensation she felt she shouldn’t be feeling, but it kept growing stronger.

‘No, absolutely not, this is….’

As she denied it, muttering inside, Reshu suddenly met an irresistible reaction in her body. Her body curled up, her hands and feet trembled, and that ‘strange something’ took over not just her body, but her mind and heart for a moment.

Everything she knew became meaningless in that short instant, her body and soul filled with sweet, fatal pleasure. All she could feel was the desperate wish to taste that joy just a little more.

When she came to, Reshu felt Milian’s arms tight around her waist, his hips grinding against her as if mating, and the irreversible shame of having felt pleasure from just that friction.

‘I’ll escape.’

With a flushed face, Reshu made up her mind.

‘I’ll escape. I’ll escape. I’ll escape!’

She knew the teleportation spell formula by heart. No matter the situation, as long as she focused, she could calculate the magic’s quantity and flow for her destination and cast the spell. For an ordinary mage, it would be impossible, but for Reshu, it was possible.

She forced her arm to reach for the willow staff in her coat pocket. Her destination: the farthest stall in the girls’ dormitory communal bathroom. There, she could recover from her messy, embarrassed state alone and leave the bathroom with a clean smile.

‘By the providence of the god who governs the world, here and now, I ask…. huff, allow this body, …hiyk…!’

Casting spells in a whisper so no one would hear was Reshu’s specialty, but Milian’s ‘interference’ made it difficult. Still, with her eyes red, she bit her lip and tried again.

‘Against the irresistible flow, open the gates of time, cross space, so that…!’

She only needed to say ‘Give me strength’—but at that crucial moment, what stopped Reshu wasn’t Milian’s touch.

‘If this really is a dream right now?’

If so, she didn’t want to wake up.

Her lips slowed as she recited the spell. Alarmed by her own foolish thought, Reshu tried to resume the incantation, but it was already too late. That moment of hesitation broke the spell, and the magic gathering for teleportation dispersed into the air.

‘What a stupid thought…!’

Reshu hurriedly grabbed her staff again. But she dropped it almost immediately—not because of another thought, but because her body, responding to Milian’s animalistic movements, was overwhelmed by pleasure and moved on its own.

He was just rubbing against her, and yet, being held by a boy she supposedly disliked, having ‘that’ rubbed on ‘there’—her body was so overtaken by pleasure she couldn’t control it.