Side Story 4 – The Farther the Beast, the Less You Should Feel Safe (Part 2)

Humming a cheerful tune at the thought of drinking coffee, Ria took another bite of the madeleine. The soft texture filled her mouth, and she thought about how much better it would taste with coffee. Finishing the remaining madeleine, she reached for a macaron filled with cream. Perhaps because it had been a while since she had proper rest, her hands kept gravitating toward the desserts.

Noticing the sound of her chewing, Eden asked,

—Are you eating dessert?

“Yes. But for some reason, I can’t stop eating today. What if I gain weight?”

—You could stand to gain some. You’re too thin.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Eden responded firmly. When her morning sickness had subsided, she had gained a little weight, but after giving birth to their two children, she had lost it all again. Her slender frame, which could still be easily wrapped in one of his arms, remained one of his biggest concerns.

“You’re not planning to fatten me up to eat me, are you?”

Eden frowned slightly, his neat brows furrowing with concern, just as Ria playfully teased him.

For a moment, he imagined Ria with a plumper figure. 

Quite… no, very cute.

He thought.

—That wouldn’t be so bad. I think you’d look adorable.

Her already soft body would feel even softer with a little more weight. Unconsciously, Eden ran his tongue over his lower lip, his hand resting on the armrest twitching slightly as if he could already feel her.

Unaware of his actions, Ria pouted her lips. However, the slight upward curve at the corners of her mouth suggested she was pleased by his comment about her being cute.

Their conversation continued as Ria nibbled on other desserts and sipped her tea until her cup was half-empty. Their exchange wasn’t particularly special.

Separated by distance, they shared the details of their days without each other. Despite talking about the same things every day, they never seemed to tire of it, and their reactions were always genuine.

After taking another sip of tea, Ria noticed the bottom of her cup and lay back on the sofa. Placing the communication stone next to her head, she adjusted her posture comfortably. It felt so good.

The warm temperature, the soft sofa, and her pleasantly full stomach from the snacks—all combined to create the perfect conditions for a nap.

Only then did she realize that Eden’s voice had stopped.

Gazing absentmindedly at the sky through the glass ceiling, Ria’s eyes rolled toward the communication stone.

“Eden?”

There was no response. Yet, she didn’t think the connection had been cut because she could faintly hear the sound of a chair creaking as it tilted backward.

What’s going on? 

Tilting her head in confusion, Ria called out again. 

“Eden, what are you doing?”

—…Nothing.

This time, his reply came a little late. His voice sounded deeper than before, slightly husky.

“Do you want to take a nap? Should I hang up?”

—No, keep… talking to me.

Noticing his fatigue, Ria asked, but his answer came immediately. His voice, still low and husky, sounded slightly drawn out.

Unable to see him and relying only on his voice, Ria couldn’t grasp his situation. When she paused, Eden spoke slowly.

—Are you alone?

“Huh? Oh, yes. I told them in advance that I wanted to be alone.”

—Good. That’s… good.

Before she could ask what he meant, a certain suspicion began to form in Ria’s mind. His deepened voice, his slowed speech, and the occasional sound of his breathing.

She wasn’t naïve enough to miss the hints.

“…Eden, don’t tell me…”

I hope it’s not what I think it is. 

She couldn’t even finish her sentence before she heard the creak of a chair and the sound of skin rubbing against skin, growing louder.

Ria froze. Holding her breath in embarrassment, she could hear everything on the other side of the communication stone even more clearly. Eden’s occasional heated breaths tickled her ears.

Noticing her silence, Eden chuckled softly.

—When you mentioned the greenhouse… it reminded me of the day I first gave it to you.

His husky voice, interrupted at times, resonated close to her. With the communication stone placed beside her head, it felt as though he were whispering directly into her ear.

The memory of that day in the greenhouse resurfaced vividly. The day they had been intimate there, until he was utterly spent. Remembering how relentless he had been on that sofa made her cheeks flush.

Though she knew the sofa had been replaced after becoming a mess of their mingled fluids, at this moment, it felt like the same one.

Unconsciously, Ria curled her legs tightly. Her stomach felt warm and tingly. Yet, no matter how tightly she curled her legs, the heat only grew, spreading further.

Hearing the sound of her legs shifting against the sofa, Eden chuckled again. His voice, when he called her name, was sweet enough to melt.

—Ria.

“Y-Yes?”

Startled, Ria responded as if caught doing something naughty, though she hadn’t done anything. What he said next made her hands, which had been clutching the hem of her skirt over her thighs, freeze.

—Spread your legs.

“W-What are you saying…? N-No…”

Blushing even more at his expl*cit request, Ria’s face turned as red as a blooming flower. If Eden had seen her now, he would have pounced on her, just as he had back then.

—Shh, it’s fine. You said you wanted to be alone, so no one will come.

“…But…”

—You’re already… aching, aren’t you? Hmm? And I… ha… need to calm this aroused c*ck of mine to get any work done.

Her frozen hands twitched. Her fingers curled, creating creases in her skirt.

Eden’s voice continued to sweetly coax her until she moved on her own. The suppressed, heated breaths that occasionally escaped him filled her mind, urging her on.

In the end, Ria couldn’t resist his temptation.

—Hurry, before someone comes…

With a desperate groan, Eden urged her on anxiously. Following his words, she spread her legs, causing her skirt to rise and reveal her smooth thighs. Lifting it further, she rubbed her intimate area over her underwear.

The fabric, already damp with her fluids, felt moist. The slippery sensation against her fingertips clearly conveyed her arousal.

—Are you wet?

“Yes… Mm…”

Eden’s lips curled into a smirk at her response, which was somewhere between a moan and an answer. Leaning further back into his chair, he resumed moving his hand rhythmically, the sound of his strokes filling the room. Imagining her flushed face as she whimpered sweetly made his already hard shaft stiffen even more.

How many weeks had it been since he left for this trip?

The nights without holding Ria in his arms felt desolate and endlessly long. It was a torment far worse than being unable to embrace her while living under the same roof. Even when he managed to fall asleep, he would wake up soon after, feeling empty.

During those sleepless nights, he thought of her. Ria, with her radiant smile. Ria, holding their child. Ria, lovingly calling his name, “Eden.” And Ria, beneath him, crying out with a face flushed with heat.

There was nothing better than these thoughts to get him through the long, lonely dawns.

But as the days passed, his yearning only grew stronger, and his longing always culminated in the unbearable arousal that left him swollen and aching.

It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten this way just by imagining her, but the fact that his own hand was the only solution made it all the more frustrating. Still, abstaining from release wasn’t an option either. Eventually, his routine during the trip began with relieving himself under a cold stream of water.

The lewd fantasies that accompanied his strokes were always varied.

When he imagined her struggling to take his shaft into her small mouth, he would thrust his hips roughly until the blunt head of his member bulged against her soft cheek. When he pictured her br*asts wrapped around him, he would spill his seed all over her delicate face and dark hair.

But fantasies weren’t enough to satisfy either his heart or his l*st.

That’s why, the moment he heard that Ria was in the greenhouse, he couldn’t help but recall the time he had taken her there. The sound of her sweet, lively voice and the memory of her soft skin ignited the desire that had been simmering within him.

And so, Eden had lazily run his tongue over his lower lip as he freed his heavy shaft, already throbbing with need. With trembling hands, he pulled down his trousers and grasped his hardened length.

Running his free hand roughly through his hair, Eden rubbed the sensitive tip of his member with his fingers and spoke.

—How wet are you? Is it as soaked as when I touch you?

“Ahh… I-I don’t know…”

Her voice, trembling with both shame and arousal, was accompanied by faint but unmistakable wet sounds that came through the communication stone. For a moment, the smirk on Eden’s lips faltered. He knew she was reacting to his voice. He also knew her body produced plenty of fluids, so she must have been wet already.

But the fact that it wasn’t his touch that had made her wet stirred something dark within him.

D*mn it. 

Eden ran his hand over his face, trying to suppress the jealousy bubbling up inside him. To think he could feel envy toward even her own hand—it was pathetic.