Now You’re Obsessed - Chapter 13

“Ah!”

Startled by the movement, Ariel slid off Lionel’s lap. As Lionel hurriedly stood up and Ariel slid down from his knees, their bodies awkwardly collided and overlapped. It might have looked comical from the outside, but they were both quite desperate in their own ways.

“Stop this…”

“W-Wait, Lionel!”

Lionel awkwardly stood up. Ariel instinctively grabbed onto Lionel’s waist, clinging to him.

And the resulting position was…

“…Ah.”

Ariel’s face was now very close to Lionel’s lower body. Specifically, her head was right in front of his groin.

Seeing the scene before her, Ariel’s eyes widened involuntarily.

‘Is this…?’

Coincidentally, the pants Lionel wore today were white. The bright fabric, illuminated by the candlelight, revealed the outline of his lower body quite explicitly.

What Ariel saw was a very thick rod-like shape nestled against one of Lionel’s thighs. It wasn’t just nestled there. It was so swollen and er*ect that it looked like it might tear through the fabric at any moment.

‘I think I read about something like this in a novel…’

In the overly unfamiliar and fascinating sight, Ariel, without thinking, placed her hand on it.

“Ugh!”

Lionel let out a sound as he sank back onto the sofa. Ariel, equally startled, looked down at her hand and the object beneath it several times.

‘Is this really what I think it is?’

The size and heat were unbelievable. Under the thin fabric of his pants, it felt like a real club. It throbbed and swelled as if it were growing larger with each moment.

“Uh, uh… uh…”

Ariel stammered, repeating the same words like a broken music box while her hand rested on something that didn’t seem to fit in one hand. So, this is… this is…

Caelo had said such things didn’t exist in novels.

‘But it seems like it’s right here.’

Even as she stammered in confusion, a low voice reached her ears, as if scraping the floor.

“…Ariel.”

Hearing the tightly clenched pronunciation, Ariel snapped back to reality, but her reaction was to grip it even tighter rather than letting go.

“Ugh.”

“Ah!”

While Ariel gasped in surprise, Lionel took a deep breath and leaned his head back. It was an incredibly unfamiliar sight.

‘Lionel…’

The man who was like a statue sculpted from holy power, was now flinching in response to physical stimulation.

His pale neck, illuminated by the moonlight, gulped. A drop of sweat glistened alluringly as it trickled down his neck to his chest. As the object under her palm grew even larger, twitching within his pants…

Ariel, entranced, pulled down his zipper.

“……!”

With a thud, something sprang out, barely missing her prominent nose, standing er*ect. Seeing the object freed from its confines, Ariel was once again astonished.

‘Really?’

It was twice as large as she had felt. The object, rising toward his navel, was truly enormous.

Unlike his fair and beautiful appearance, the object was dark red, with prominent veins bulging along its surface, and the tip was already dripping with clear, sticky fluid. Instinctively, she knew it wasn’t urine. It felt similar to the moisture that sometimes wetted the space between her legs after reading romance novels.

Unlike Lionel’s fair skin, the object was a dark, beastly red. The raw scent of flesh and a fishy smell filled the air.

In her shock and amazement, Ariel reached out and touched it. The object responded immediately, twitching and growing larger. It was fascinating to see it swell even more, despite already being fully engorged.

“Ari, el!”

A stifled groan pierced her ears.

‘…He looks like he’s in pain.’

Ariel, as if in a trance, wrapped her small hand around the object. She could feel Lionel flinch in surprise.

“What are you…”

Realizing what she was doing, Ariel involuntarily shouted.

“I-I’ll help you, Lionel!”

“What do you mean, help…”

“In the romance novels, it said…”

Babbling incoherently, Ariel began moving her hand up and down. Lionel’s object was too large for her small hand to grasp properly, so she had to use both hands. Even then, it was a tight fit.

“Ugh!”

With a low groan, the fishy smell and the scent of wine intensified. The air in the room grew hot and heavy. Ariel gripped the dark red pillar and began to shake it.

With a slick sound, the sticky fluid coated her hand. Despite spreading her fingers as wide as possible to grip it, it still felt insufficient, but Ariel did her best.

Her small, pale hands moved up and down the veined flesh, revealing and concealing the most intimate part with each motion. As the reddish flesh inside was exposed and then hidden again, Ariel couldn’t help but bite her lower lip. Each time she rubbed the tip with her palm, more thick fluid oozed out. Her cheeks began to flush.

“…Li-Lionel.”

Looking up at him with a trembling voice, she saw Lionel’s face was as red as hers. Something clung to the corners of his eyes, whether it was shame or embarrassment. Seeing this, Ariel flinched.

“……”

Lionel reached out as if to push her away but recoiled the moment he touched her skin. Unable to do anything, he stared at her neck, then turned his gaze away. Her long, luxurious black hair clung to his sweat-drenched, flushed neck.

‘Phew.’

Seeing Lionel unable to push her away, Ariel felt a sense of relief. Her clumsy hand movements sped up. By now, the original purpose of exchanging holy power was long forgotten.

The hot flesh beneath her hand bounced elastically. The pulsing was so strong that Ariel felt like she was holding a heart rather than a c*ck.

Squelch, squelch, squelch…

The thick sound filled the air. Fluid continuously dripped from the tip. As Ariel struggled for a long time,

‘Why… why isn’t it coming out?’

She felt like she had been shaking it for quite some time. Her hands were starting to ache.

According to the novels, white s*men should be coming out by now, indicating that Lionel was feeling good.

But despite the time she had spent, the object she held showed no signs of subsiding. Instead, the friction made it grow even hotter and more swollen. Perhaps her movements were too clumsy.

Anxiety surged within Ariel. This reaction wasn’t right…

“Stop now, Ariel.”

A suppressed voice reached her. Without looking at Lionel’s face, Ariel focused on the object in her hand. She assumed he was saying that out of embarrassment.

‘Even I’m embarrassed…’

Never in her life had she imagined holding and shaking a man’s c*ck. The fact that it was Lionel’s was her only solace. But with no visible climax from Lionel, Ariel grew anxious.

‘In that case…’

Drip.

When a clear fluid traced the silhouette of the object,

“…Ariel!”

Ariel instinctively opened her mouth and took the twitching tip inside. She didn’t care about the strange fishy taste spreading in her mouth.

“Mm…”

There was a problem, though. Lionel’s c*ck was too large for her small mouth. Ariel, undeterred, took the gl*ns into her mouth, hesitated, then pulled it out slightly. After some thought, she stuck out her tongue and began to lightly lick it.

“Ugh!”

It seemed to be too much stimulation for Lionel. His white, firm chest, exposed under his loose shirt, turned red. Seeing this, Ariel felt more motivated.

“Mm. Mmph.”

She opened her mouth wide again and took Lionel’s c*ck inside, awkwardly and stiffly touching and rolling it with her tongue.

Though her movements were like a child rolling a candy, Lionel’s hips kept twitching. The sound of air escaping between the shaft and her slightly open mouth, and her swallowing, filled the room. It was an overly explicit sound.

“Ari, el!”

His large hand hovered in the air several times before landing on the back of her head. As Lionel grabbed her hair, Ariel thought he was trying to pull her away and buried her head deeper in his groin. His c*ck reached toward her throat, scratching the soft inner lining.

“Hmph!”

“Agh!”

Lionel’s fingers, which had been gripping her hair, fell limply.

Despite the suffocating situation, Ariel felt herself getting wet between her legs. She could feel the small veins and tendons under her delicate tongue. The pulsing of his heartbeat seemed to reverberate through her entire head. The object, standing tall, scratched her soft inner lining as it passed.

“Huff, mmph!”

As she struggled to breathe, Ariel instinctively took a deep breath, sucking in Lionel’s c*ck.