2.7

“You’re so warm, Lana. This place must be so red too, right? I can tell without even looking.”  

The lazy voice ringing in her ears sounded mischievous. Lucian bit Iliana’s flushed earlobe before pulling back.  

“I can’t hold back anymore.”  

The muttered words carried a roughness to them. Pulling away from her, Lucian sat on the sofa and undid his belt. With a thud, the long sh*ft sprang free from his pants, standing tall and rigid.  

“…!”  

Iliana couldn’t help but marvel at how it looked almost identical to the one she had seen that night.  

…No, somehow, it seemed even bigger than that night. 

Unlike its pale surroundings, the stiff sh*ft was lined with veins. It curved slightly upward at the top, leaving her speechless.  

That… went inside me.  

That… inside…  

Unconsciously, she lifted herself off the table. The moment her gaze landed on him, Lucian, who had been stroking his hardened flesh, curved his eyes into a soft smile and spoke.  

“Come here, Iliana.”  

Extending an arm, Lucian pulled her toward him with force. 

“Hngh.” 

In an instant, she found herself seated on his lap, letting out a pitiful sound as she collapsed. Between her wet thighs, she could feel the thick and long thing pulsing against her. She wasn’t sure if it was her own heartbeat, Lucian’s… or the sound of that thing, but one thing was clear—her lower half was growing wetter by the second.  

“Even in a drought, this would be enough.”  

“…You should shut your mouth.”  

Glaring at Lucian, who was spouting nonsense while keeping his hands firmly on her waist, Iliana felt more excitement than embarrassment. Perhaps it was because his gaze, slightly lower than hers, made her feel a strange thrill.  

At this rate, my heart might just burst.  

Iliana shrank back, trying to pull away, but Lucian grabbed her legs and spread them apart before she could escape.  

“Hngh, wait, wait…!”  

“Don’t exaggerate. It’s just one finger, Lana.”

“Just one, ngh, but it’s… scraping…! Ah, ah!”  

It wasn’t just one anymore! His two fingers repeatedly explored and stretched her insides. Watching him move his hands while gripping her thighs, Iliana didn’t know what to do with herself, but her body responded honestly.  

As her hips jerked and twitched, Lucian rubbed her sensitive nub with his thumb, smiling.  

“It’ll go in soon enough.”  

“Lu… Lucian Declan!”  

“Yes, Lana. Your lower half is clenching so much…”  

His hand slid down her spine, sending shivers through her body. Torn between wanting to escape and wanting more stimulation, Iliana furrowed her brows.  

The heat radiating from below was stifling. She hated how her inner walls contracted and how her l*bia, which seemed to rise along with the sensation, made her feel. Every time her flesh caught on his thick knuckles, it felt as though she was taking him in, filling her with anticipation.  

What would happen if he tried to put it in before I’m ready? Surely, it wouldn’t tear, right? That night had felt good, after all.  

“Lucian…”  

Her alcohol-clouded mind felt hazy. Surrendering to the mood, Iliana kissed his eyelids and closed her eyes. She knew she wasn’t in her right mind, and yet she didn’t care.  

Their eyes met, and the next action was immediate. As Lucian withdrew his fingers, his expression revealed a mix of excitement and tension.  

When the heat naturally left her, she rubbed her body against him, yearning for more, and he let out a faint sigh. “Ah.” With a languid exclamation, her vision flipped.  

Before she even realized that her back had hit the table, Lucian stood up and pressed his body against hers. His hand, which had been caressing her b*ttocks, slid up to her cheek.  

“If it were up to me, I’d put it in right now.”  

“…”  

“But I don’t have the proper contraceptives today.”  

With those words, he spread her legs and aligned himself at her center. His green eyes, gazing down at her as if they would devour her, were breathtakingly beautiful.  

On a whim, she reached down and grabbed the tip of his sh*ft. Lucian chuckled softly and pressed her stomach with his hand.  

“Don’t worry, Lana. I won’t put it in.”  

“…Okay.”  

Lifting her thighs, he kissed her ankle with a soft smack. When he raised her other leg as well, Iliana swallowed dryly.  

She could feel the blunt tip brushing between her thighs. Holding both her calves in one arm, Lucian slowly began to move his hips.  

“Ngh, ah…!”  

“Ugh.”  

The friction from his movements sent intermittent waves of pleasure through her. The sight of his sh*ft, pressed against her thighs and sliding up to her stomach before retreating, was obscene. If only he had entered her, it might have been less explicit.  

Lucian’s movements, driven solely by the pursuit of pleasure, were fully visible. Unable to let herself cry out or lose her senses, Iliana clawed at the table.  

“This is driving me crazy…”  

Lucian, who had been rubbing against her lower flesh, let out a small laugh, his brows furrowing. That became the trigger.  

Lucian… desiring me.  

What a… thought. 

The unexpected connection of words made Iliana’s breathing quicken. Even though the sensation was less intense than that night, the teasing pleasure made her entire body tingle. Her brain, unfortunately, registered even the air touching her skin as stimulation.  

“Ah, ngh… ah…!”  

“Hah, ugh, Lana…”  

The manageable pleasure continued to build. As she let out shallow breaths and moaned, Lucian, who had been repeating his movements, grabbed her long hair and kissed her deeply.  

The way he clung to her so desperately was utterly beautiful. As her tear-filled eyes reflexively closed, the sound of his breath near her ear whispered.  

“I think I’m going to…”  

• Ah, ugh, now… can I… finish?

It was only natural for her to recall Lucian from that night, his cheeks flushed red.  

As the pleasure that had been steadily building finally erupted, Iliana let out a deep moan.  

I don’t even know myself anymore. 

She tried to push him away, but her legs, held tightly by Lucian, couldn’t move. The ticklish pleasure poured over her like a heavy wave, leaving her breathless.  

“Hah, ngh, ah, Lucian, ah… ah!”  

“Hah… ah.”  

Her sharp cries, distinctly different from earlier, made Lucian grit his teeth and move even more intensely. 

I’m going to… I’m going to…! 

Unable to do more than gasp soundlessly, she watched as a bead of sweat fell from his forehead.  

As Iliana, who had covered her eyes with her arm in a futile attempt to push him away, came into view, Lucian smiled brightly and called her name in excitement.  

“Lana, Iliana… ah!”  

“Hngh, ah, ngh… ah, ah—!”  

Her name dissolved into the air like a languid sigh. The climax, which had been rising like gentle waves, seemed to shatter through her like a rock, enveloping her entire body in pleasure and emptying her mind.  

As Iliana, who had reached her peak first, lay trembling, Lucian also released, his body quivering as he watched himself spill over her.  

Only their ragged breaths filled the silence. Their gazes met, heavy with exhaustion.  

“…That was intense.”  

“Obviously more than your fluids.”

Lucian Declan! 

Ignoring Iliana, who was screaming internally, he touched the s*men smeared on her thighs.  

“It’s sticky. Can you see? It’s hard to tell if it’s mixed with sweat or your fluids, isn’t it?”  

“You really…!”  

“Alright, if you’re going to get mad, close your eyes. I need to kiss you, Iliana.”  

With a bluntly slurred tone, his body heat pressed against her upper body. After briefly kissing her and pulling away, he exhaled softly while still lying on top of her. The ticklish sensation of his chest rising and falling against hers made Iliana breathe in short gasps.  

In this situation, she felt she had to ask. Once the heat had subsided a bit, Iliana slowly opened her mouth.  

“Hey, Lucian. There’s something I want to ask you.”  

“What is it?”  

His lazy response made Iliana tightly shut her eyes. Her heart pounded for a different reason this time.  

But she had to ask, no matter what. Because it was Lucian, who desired her. 

Just in case, by some small chance… so…  

“Lucian, by any chance…”  

“Yes?”  

“Do you… like me?”  

Her tightly closed eyes trembled slightly. Her clenched fists turned white as her heart raced from the weight of her question. If he saw her face, he would know it was a confession.  

Iliana waited for him, who seemed to be carefully choosing his words, her throat tightening.  

Please, let it not be a negative answer.  

Even though it was a cowardly question, one that could be brushed off as a friend’s affection, she hoped.  

“…”  

The silence in the room felt like a verdict being prepared. As Iliana lay still, feeling his weight and waiting for his answer…  

“…What?”  

“Hmm…”  

She felt a faint breath against the fine hairs on her skin.  

Iliana opened her eyes wide and slowly raised her arms to clutch at her hair.  

Again!  

He fell asleep again. Lucian Declan!  

How could this happen? 

His full weight leaned on her, making it hard to even breathe under the pressure on her shoulders.  

Iliana screamed internally, denying reality. After messing with her hair for a while, she finally realized there was no escaping this situation. With a deep sigh, she accepted her fate.  

There was no doubt, with one hundred percent certainty…  

“He won’t remember this.”  

This cursed drinking habit, this cursed one-sided love!  

Oh, Pildania! Why do you give me such trials? Not once, but twice now… and if you count just the kisses, this is the third time. Does this mean he can take my chastity—possibly even my purity—and not even remember? Oh, Pildania!

Calling out the name of a goddess she didn’t even devoutly believe in, Iliana struggled to lift her body. At least, having done this once before, she managed to escape quicker this time.  

Would anyone believe me if I said I was used to seeing Lucian lying face down on a table in an uncomfortable position?  

She tidied her disheveled hair. Looking at the messy table with lifeless eyes, Iliana let out a hollow laugh.  

“Let’s clean that up first and think about it later.”  

It had been a question she had asked with courage. Yet, her emotions, which had evaporated into thin air, now seemed utterly pitiful.  

She could have been rejected. The thought that if Lucian had firmly refused, saying he didn’t want to have any kind of relationship, he would have pushed her away made her feel even more miserable.  

You noticed that I had agreed to it, didn’t you? Then shouldn’t you have picked up on it by now? No, that’s not right. If he rejects me…  

“Ah, I feel like crying.”  

I really want to disappear.  

The gloom filling the room was slowly drowned out by the sound of Iliana tidying the dishes on the table.  

The sound of Iliana sniffling vanished without a trace.