Now You’re Obsessed - Chapter 38

“Sanctificetur nomen tuum…”

Lionel’s eyelashes trembled slightly as the faint light seeped through the crack in the door. His devout prayer made him look like a statue meticulously carved by a god. Ariel, entranced by the sight, unconsciously licked her lips.

“It’s done now.”

Lionel, who had been murmuring prayers for a while, spoke reassuringly. His hand was still nestled between Ariel’s soft br*easts. As Ariel became aware of it, Lionel, who had drawn close, whispered in her ear.

“They are monsters.”

Ariel’s eyes widened at Lionel’s words. Soon, voices began to fill the corridor.

— Ho, holy knight!

— A, a holy knight, in this kind of town!

— Haha! Hahahaha!

— Since, you’ve come here, we should, treat you!

The voices were oddly slow and chilling. The pronunciation was strangely slurred and repetitive, not quite human.

…As if they were echoing the words people had said to them earlier.

“Those are…”

“There are rare monsters that mimic humans.”

When Ariel tried to respond, a decisive sound was heard.

Woof, woof woof!

The sound of wolf demonic beasts, like before, began to echo. Goosebumps naturally rose on Ariel’s arms. Lionel gently embraced her and whispered.

“It’s better to stay hidden here for a while.”

Ariel nodded quietly, agreeing with him. Lionel had said he had sent people away earlier, so the situation might calm down soon.

‘Yes. Maybe it’ll be over soon!’

But that was a miscalculation, as it soon became clear.

* * *

The sound of monsters didn’t subside and only increased in number.

They had been hiding in the closet, holding their breath, but the situation escalated. They couldn’t resist the excitement of their bodies constantly brushing against each other.

“Mm, mm… Lionel…”

The rising temperature inside the closet turned Ariel’s cheeks red.

Lionel, who had been burrowing into Ariel’s embrace, bit her br*east as a complaint.

“Ouch!”

“I’m still scared, Ariel.”

Ariel swallowed hard as she looked at Lionel, who whispered with a face that didn’t look scared at all. Every time his breath touched her soft bare skin, her back tingled.

“But Lionel, there are people outside…”

Even though there was a corridor between them, there were still other people in the hall. Not just people, but monsters and demonic beasts too. What if they woke up and started looking for the two of them?

But her words were cut off by Lionel’s slightly complaining tone.

“Are you talking about those people who kept looking at you?”

“Huh?”

Looking at her? She hadn’t felt such gazes at all. But Lionel whispered with seemingly dark eyes.

“Those people who pretended not to glance at your smiling face…”

“Ouch.”

His whisper brushed over her round br*easts, her solar plexus, and her ribs. As Ariel flinched, Lionel spoke calmly.

“It’s alright. I locked the door and sprinkled the holy water that was meant for you.”

“Still…”

“And those monsters target people with holy power.”

“Uh…”

“That’s why they’ve been looking for a holy knight.”

Lionel, who seemed to know monsters better than anyone, casually cupped Ariel’s lower br*easts. Her soft flesh fit snugly into his scarred hands. The sensation made Ariel’s eyelashes flutter.

“So, if there’s anyone in danger, it’s you.”

“But I barely have any holy power…”

“That’s why I’m so scared.”

Ignoring her words, Lionel’s hand soon encompassed her entire br*east. The nipple, nestled in his palm, hardened and stood erect.

“I don’t have holy power right now, so I can’t protect you.”

“Ah, Lionel…”

“That scares me so much…”

His voice returned to a whining tone as his lips met hers. As Ariel trembled at the wet sound, Lionel’s thick thigh slipped between her legs.

“I can’t stand it, Ariel.”

“Uh, uh!”

“So, take responsibility.”

Though he said that, his hands were full of desire, as if he wanted to do what he couldn’t do earlier because of others.

Ariel let out a small moan, feeling a sense of déjà vu. Lionel’s hand, which had slipped under her dress without hesitation, began to pull down her underwear.

“Uh!”

She could distinctly feel the sticky fluid clinging to her descending underwear. The viscous liquid, like a thread, snapped as the underwear slid from her thighs to her calves.

“Ha.”

Lionel’s fingers, which had let out a long sigh, immediately rubbed the parted slit. Ariel instinctively covered her mouth with her hand to suppress a high-pitched sound. She feared her voice would give them away.

“Hmph.”

“Ariel.”

While she turned her head, covering her mouth, Lionel’s fingers playfully flicked her cl*toris. Ariel’s thighs, which had spread open, trembled.

Her already wet p*ssy began to drip with love juice. The long stream of liquid ran down her thighs and calves.

Lionel, who seemed to find it endearing, knelt slowly. Realizing what he was about to do, Ariel tried to stop him but failed.

“……!”

Hot breath touched her inner thighs. The breath, slightly warm and tingly, seemed to be from the alcohol Lionel had drunk earlier. His whisper spread gently inside her p*ssy.

“You’re still swollen here, Ariel.”

“……”

“Is it because you were tormented in the carriage?”

Ariel’s face flushed as she recalled the two days they spent in the carriage. She had given herself to him in unimaginable positions, and every time the carriage jolted, the penetration grew deeper, making her belly swell.

“Poor thing.”

Lionel whispered softly, gently rubbing her cl*toris. Then, with a pitiful expression, he whispered,

“What if it doesn’t go back to normal, Ariel?”

“……”

“If it stays this big… should I be afraid of that too?”

While Ariel was flustered, Lionel chuckled softly.

“…Maybe it’s better.”

“…Huh, uh!”

Then his enticing red lips began to roll her cl*toris in his mouth. Ariel’s legs trembled, unable to maintain balance. She didn’t collapse only because the narrow closet forced her body to stay upright.

Slurp, slurp.

The sound was as explicit as sucking on candy. Ariel shivered, feeling her cl*toris swell and throb. Her eyes heated up. Tears of arousal streamed down her cheeks as Lionel nibbled.

“……!”

Her spring burst like a dam, releasing hot, steaming liquid.

Lionel, who seemed to find it delightful, continued to nibble as he watched the liquid pool around her ankles. Meanwhile, Ariel experienced a sensation as if only her cl*toris remained vividly alive. The rough, hard texture of the wooden closet she leaned on faded, and only the burning sensation below remained clear.

“Ah!”

Soon, his long fingers traced her inner walls, rubbing and crawling inside. The spring, already wet, now poured out love juices like a well.

“Li, Lionel…”

Ariel, who accidentally let out a sound, twisted her waist with tears in her eyes. Watching her intently, Lionel pressed her body firmly, keeping her steady.

“Haa…”

Incoherent words swam in Ariel’s mouth. She felt like she was thrown into a storm without any weapon to fight back.

Scratch.

Her nails, unable to withstand the excitement, scratched the wooden closet wall. Only then did Lionel slowly lift his head.

“Ariel.”

“Uh…”

“You’ll hurt yourself.”

Lionel’s lips, still touching Ariel’s p*ssy, whispered with concern. Her bare skin, almost hairless, was wet with her own fluid. Drops fell from Lionel’s prominent nose and chin, which had received the liquid.

“Li, Lionel. Your face…”

Embarrassed, Ariel reached out to wipe him, but the narrow space made it impossible. Lionel gently took her outstretched hand, kissing and nibbling each finger.

“See. They’re all red.”

Seeing her fingers scratched from the wooden wall, Lionel pitifully looked at them before suddenly unbuckling his belt. Ariel’s eyes widened. When the belt wrapped around her wrists, her eyes widened even more.

“Lionel…”

“You shouldn’t hurt yourself again.”

Lionel whispered softly, tying her wrists just tight enough not to hurt. Her wrists were so thin compared to his waist that even after wrapping the belt several times, it was still loose.

The cold buckle touched her heated skin, making Ariel’s eyelids flutter. Every touch felt overly stimulating.