Chapter 1.3

The moment she thought that, with a soft smack, Eloin lifted his lips from hers again. She waited, thinking he’d come back once she caught her breath, but the weight that had pressed down on her vanished.  

“…Loin?”  

With his body gone, she felt a chill and hunched her shoulders. Maybe thinking she was cold, he pulled the blanket over her and patted her gently as if tucking in a child.  

“Now, sleep.”  

“I can’t. I’m not satisfied yet.”  

Anyone might have thought Olivia had sobered up, seeing her clear eyes and precise words, but her bold gesture of throwing off the blanket and reaching for Eloin again proved otherwise. Her loosened dress slipped down with her unrestrained movements, revealing half her chest.  

“…You’re acting like this because you’re drunk.”  

He barely swallowed a groan as he spoke, but she burrowed into his arms, whining.  

“I want more. Let’s kiss, hmm?”  

Ha… Eloin pressed his forehead to Olivia’s shoulder and let out a conflicted sigh. He’d meant to stop at just a kiss. After all, she’d once stolen his lips as a child and didn’t even remember, claiming she’d never even kissed anyone—he’d wanted to claim her first kiss for himself.  

Of course, he had no intention of letting anyone else have what came next, but for now, with rumors that she’d spent the night with the Emperor, no one would dare approach her. He’d planned to take his time, win her heart, and then move forward. He never expected her to be so insistent.  

Hot breath spilled over her chest, making Olivia’s body shiver in small tremors.  

“Mmph.”  

In response, his arousal, which had been present for a while, now strained almost painfully against his pants.  

“If we keep going, I won’t be able to stop.”  

Eloin’s voice dropped to a chilling low. But Olivia, as if she didn’t sense the warning, rolled over and climbed on top of him.  

“Are you afraid you’ll become a scoundrel?”  

She grinned and bit at his lips. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she was enjoying this situation. She could feel his hard muscles shifting beneath her hips. It was a new sensation.  

While she focused on kissing, his large hand slid up from her ankle, over her thigh, and caressed her bare back. As his hand slowly traced the hollow of her spine, a chill ran up her nape, and deep inside her legs, she felt herself dampening.  

“Ah… mm.”  

Olivia shuddered and lifted her head for a moment, but Eloin didn’t allow it. He cupped her small head and, lowering it, swallowed her parted lips.  

Though Olivia was the one on top, he kissed her as if he were devouring her. His tongue licked the soft flesh inside her cheek, scraped the root of her tongue, and explored every part she could feel. Unlike before, when he’d given her time to breathe, now he swallowed even her muffled moans.  

“Mmph, mm!”  

She couldn’t bear it and patted his shoulder, and only then did he let her go. While she hurriedly gulped in air, his lips slowly trailed down her pale neck.  

“Lo-Loin… Ha.”  

When his lips finally touched the soft skin of her barely covered chest, she felt as if the alcohol was finally wearing off. She could feel the sensation of his tongue swirling and sucking her without filter. Her hazy mind urged her to push him away, but she also wanted to feel more.  

Her hands, revealing her inner conflict, fidgeted. Eloin gave a small laugh.  

“I am a scoundrel.”  

“Mm?”  

“In my dreams, you’re the only one.”  

Before she could ask what he meant, Eloin pulled down her dress, exposing her white chest. Without hesitation, he lifted his chin and took her flesh greedily, like picking grapes from a tree.  

“Ah…!”  

Olivia’s arms, barely supporting her, trembled violently. Eloin’s face, focused on her with his eyes lowered, was intensely captivating.  

‘So this is what it feels like…’  

It was like a scene from an erotic novel. No, it was far more sensual. As her chest, bitten and sucked, became wet with saliva, her arms lost strength, and every time his hot tongue gently circled her n*pple, her waist moved on its own.  

“Ah, ah.”  

As Olivia let out thin moans, Eloin’s hand pressed between her shoulder blades. Her already weak arms collapsed, and his face was buried completely in her soft chest, yet his sucking only grew stronger, as if he didn’t need to breathe.  

His other hand slid under her skirt, softly stroking her thigh. The heat from his touch seeped into Olivia, making her dizzy. The more pleasure she felt, the more she craved even stronger sensations—a side of herself she found unfamiliar.  

“Ha, Loin…”  

In the end, Olivia, not knowing what to do, called out to him.  

“Mm.”  

“Stop, mm… I, ugh, feel strange.”  

At her words, Eloin finally straightened up and laid her on her back.  

“Where do you feel strange?”  

He asked calmly, but his indigo eyes, almost black, sparkled as he looked at Olivia.  

To see her sprawled beneath him… Her silver-blonde hair, nearly white, made her flushed skin stand out even more. The marks he’d left, the n*pples swollen from his teasing, moved up and down with her breathing.  

He’d seen her like this countless times in his dreams, but this felt the most like a dream.  

“Where does it feel strange?”  

He had known, of course, that she’d been rubbing against his abdomen down below for a while now, but he deliberately only kissed her on the eyebrows and forehead, letting out heated breaths as he asked,  

“Hmm? Tell me.”  

“……”  

Olivia pressed her lips tightly together and turned her head away, but her legs, pressed close and twitching, were nothing but honest.  

“Is it hot down there? Is it twitching?”  

When Eloin finally stopped pretending not to know and asked, Olivia met his eyes as if asking how he could tell. He pressed his own aching lower abdomen against her thigh and answered her silent question.  

“It’s the same for me.”  

Gasping, Olivia’s eyes widened. His hands and lips were hot, but nothing compared to what was touching her now. And… even though she hadn’t seen it with her eyes, the solid outline made her swallow unconsciously.  

“Hoo.”  

He moved his hips a couple of times, barely restraining his desire, and then suggested,  

“Let me help you.”  

“H-how…?”  

A tremor ran through Olivia’s pupils. Was he going to put it in? That thing? She’d heard that the first time was very painful, and it would be strange if it wasn’t, with something like that.  

“You’ll feel better if you let it out.”  

But Eloin, saying that, didn’t take off his pants; instead, he pressed his hips against her. While she was still confused, he completely removed her dress.  

“Ah, Loin!”  

Her untouched secret place was glistening with her own arousal. Embarrassed, she tried to cover herself, but he easily blocked her and leaned down, licking her with his tongue.  

“Ah! That’s, that’s dirty!”  

“Shh.”  

It wasn’t dirty at all. The sweet scent overwhelmed his senses, and Eloin eagerly moved his tongue. Holding her trembling hips with both hands, he licked and sucked her thoroughly, from her outer lips to the tender inner flesh, with relentless lips.  

Her cl*toris, stimulated by his sharp nose, swelled and became more pronounced. The clearer it became, the more Olivia’s moans grew in clarity.  

“Ugh, aah… there, ha, ah!”  

His soft, flexible tongue circled and widened her narrow entrance. Each time he sucked up the juices that leaked out, the lewd sounds made her spine tingle with both embarrassment and intense pleasure.  

‘It feels so good…!’  

So this is what everyone does. Why did she only find out now? Olivia’s body tensed, feeling a little resentful.  

Pop.  

It was because something long had suddenly entered her.  

“Ha, Loin!”  

“Yes.”  

“What, what did you put… mm!”  

Her inner walls clenched as he twisted and widened inside her. Eloin, sucking hard on her cl*toris, answered,  

“My finger.”  

Were fingers supposed to be this thick and long? She couldn’t believe it. But as he thrust in deep, her entrance made wet sounds as his palm bumped against her.  

“Relax.”  

He said simply, then sucked her cl*toris again. As his tongue flicked her sensitive nub, Olivia’s toes curled each time.  

“Ah, ha, aaaa……”  

Before she knew it, his fingers had increased, now three inside her. When his fingertips, searching her inner walls, found a certain spot, Olivia felt something glitter behind her closed eyes as she lifted her hips. Something was bursting inside her.  

“Haaah!”  

As she felt everything, even her breath stopped, and all strength left her body. Eloin brushed aside the sweat-soaked hair from her forehead and quietly asked,  

“Feeling a bit better now?”  

“…Yes.”  

Just feeling it left her exhausted. She could barely manage a simple answer, her vision flickering. She felt she might fall asleep any moment, but the hot thing pressing against her below forced her awake.  

“Lo, L-lo-lo-loin?!”  

“I’m at my limit too.”  

Eloin frowned, clearly struggling.  

‘So it’s really happening now?!’  

Her heart pounded. She’d heard noble ladies gossip behind their fans that it hurt at first, but then it felt wonderful, and the bigger it was, the better. And Eloin’s was, as she’d already felt, quite large…  

‘That means… it’ll feel that good…?’  

She didn’t even consider that it might hurt just as much. Swallowing hard, Olivia fidgeted with her hand on Eloin’s chest and asked. Even if they were going to do it, she had to confirm something first.