Chapter 3.2

Eloin was right. Sometimes, men like Baron Bejosh, who tried to “conquer” her, made Olivia feel disgusted just by their gaze. It was an instinctive aversion she couldn’t control.

But Eloin… Even when he so openly seduced her, she didn’t feel that disgust.

Why was that? As if seeking the answer, Olivia slowly traced his face—from his straight brows, to his long eyes, his smooth cheeks, and sharp jawline. The way he closed his eyes meekly, like a beast welcoming its master’s touch, was unfamiliar.

But she liked it. She was glad. Olivia lowered her head and pressed her lips to his cheek, which had felt so warm against her fingers.

Eloin’s body flinched in surprise, and Olivia’s heart fluttered just as much. As she moved her face closer, their noses brushed, and their lips met. Remembering what Eloin had done, she slipped her tongue between his lips and gently tapped his.

Eloin let out a low moan and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Even then, he moved cautiously, as if worried she might be startled, and that made Olivia laugh softly. She admitted it to herself. The gentle kiss, being held by him—it all felt good.

“Is it because I like you?”

“Yes.”

She asked in a whisper, and Eloin answered without hesitation. If thinking of him eased her heavy heart, if remembering him made her happy, if even the smallest touch felt good, and if she wanted to keep touching and being close to him—if that wasn’t love, what was?

“Love…”

Olivia softly repeated his words, then gently wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered,

“Then I want to see what comes next.”

Eloin took a short breath and, in his mind, repeated: *Common sense, common sense, common sense.* He wanted nothing more than to lift her dress and taste her right then, but he restrained himself. He couldn’t risk losing Olivia again.

“So… um. After the opera ends… let’s go back to your house. We’ll have dinner, and then…”

His words, uncharacteristically stilted, suddenly stopped. Olivia’s legs had slipped apart, wrapping around him.

“Loin… I think I’m already a little wet.”

Even though the space was filled with booming singing, after that, he heard nothing else. When he came to his senses, Olivia was lying on the folding bed, and he was sucking her through her underwear as if drinking her in. Of course, he’d carefully drawn the curtain again.

“Haah, it’s so hot…”

When he looked up, their eyes met. Even in the dark, he could clearly see her face contorted in pleasure. Pushing aside the now-soaked thin fabric, he licked her fully, making her pale thighs tremble.

“…Are you really okay with doing this here?”

“Mmm…”

At her answer, more sweet liquid flowed out. Eloin couldn’t hold back anymore and began to lick her intensely, burying his face between her legs. From the shyly spread petals of her folds, to the twitching entrance, and even the still-hidden cl*toris.

He moved his tongue in circles, peeling back her hood, and Olivia’s hips lifted with a stifled moan. Holding her hips, he drank the nectar flowing from her entrance, but no matter how much he licked, her juices continued to wet his lips and drip down.

“Ah, hng…”

Even as the music continued, Olivia worried that her voice might escape. Though Eloin was hidden beneath her voluminous dress, his every movement was felt even more keenly because of it.

His tongue, now thinner than before, penetrated her tight entrance, swirling inside like stirring cream, and his hot breath made her shiver.

‘It feels good.’

It felt so good she almost cried. The first time she’d been with Eloin, she’d been a little drunk, but now, sober, the sensations were so sharp and vivid that she felt as if her whole body was melting inside his mouth.

Whenever his tongue flicked the tip of her cl*toris, her entrance clenched and released. That was wonderful, but when the heavy tongue that had been stimulating her inside disappeared, she trembled with disappointment—just as his finger, waiting for her to open up, slid in deep.

“Hng!”

Olivia instinctively covered her mouth. As if he was done holding back, his finger thrust deep and fast, seeking out her most sensitive spots. At the same time, his lips closed around her cl*toris, sucking, the sound vibrating through her whole body.

“Ha… mmph.”

Eloin had been right. If it weren’t love, she could never have done this. The thought of giving herself to anyone other than him was unimaginable.

With that realization, Olivia’s body tightened so much she could feel the joints of the finger inside her. Reaching out, she called to her man in a voice thick with moisture.

“Loin… Loin, hold me…”

Eloin immediately did as she asked, embracing her closely so not an inch was left uncovered, and asked with concern,

“Did it hurt?”

“Mmm-mm.”

She shook her head, burying her face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. As soon as she mumbled, “I like your smell,” his arms tightened around her.

After taking in his scent as much as she wanted, Olivia began leaving scattered kisses as she moved upward, just as he had. When she licked his trembling Adam’s apple, a thick vein stood out beside it.

“…Liv…”

He called her name in a voice that sounded as if it was boiling, but Olivia didn’t stop. She bit softly at his tense jaw and slid her hand under his shirt, making Eloin close his eyes.

As if she’d been waiting, Olivia kissed him. Her hand, which had been tracing his perfectly defined abs, soon slipped into his pants and found his heated length, but Eloin quickly caught her hand.

“…Stop, Liv. I don’t want to be rough with you.”

“But…”

“At the very least, I can’t let anyone else hear your cries.”

Olivia’s cheeks flushed red. She disliked being restrained, but this kind of possessiveness was all right.

Her hand fell away without resistance, and when her soft lips touched his cheek, Eloin felt a bit relieved.

But only for a moment—her slender legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him in. The feeling of her body pressing against his, like a magnet, shattered the composure he’d tried so hard to maintain.

“Liv.”

But Olivia whispered, pretending not to know.

“Put it in.”

“You really…”

“If you keep this up, I’ll never do it again.”

Her skill at threatening her father and brothers since childhood hadn’t faded at all. Eloin, both incredulous and unable to ignore her, let out a deflated chuckle.

Olivia gently stroked his face.

“Smile more, Loin. You have such a beautiful face.”

“…All right, I will.”

With that promise, he kissed her so sweetly that her whole body relaxed. At last, the entrance that had been quivering with anticipation slowly opened, and the thick head slipped inside. With each thrust, a little deeper each time, she felt herself stretching to accommodate him, the sensation vivid and unmistakable.

It was a feeling Olivia doubted she would ever get used to. Clinging to Eloin’s shoulders, all she could do was let out trembling breaths, half sob, half sigh.

“Haa, ah…”

“If it hurts, tell me. Liv.”

“Mmm… ugh, it feels… strange…”

It was almost overwhelming, as if her pelvis was being forced open, yet she didn’t want him to stop. Her body was already anticipating the great pleasure to come.

Holding her tightly in his arms, Eloin’s movements grew larger and deeper.

At some point, the opera reached its midpoint, and the sound signaling intermission echoed through the theater. Until the curtain rose again, only gentle music would play—Olivia worried about their sounds being overheard, but before she could fret too much, Eloin lifted her up in his arms.

“Uh…?”

Before she could even ask, he’d shifted them so she was straddling him, and then he swallowed her lips and pulled her down hard onto him.

The moan that burst out from the shock of being filled so deeply was swallowed in his mouth. Just as she thought stars were exploding before her eyes, the lights above the audience flickered on and people began to move.

“Mm, ng, mmm!”

She knew she shouldn’t make a sound, but the way he stroked all her sensitive spots as he entered her made her mind go hazy. Every time Eloin thrust up, he struck her deepest spot, and her cl*toris rubbed against his pubic hair, sending tingles through her.

Their tongues tangled outside their lips, and beneath the long folds of her dress, the sound of wet flesh meeting flesh echoed. When the creaking of the folding bed made Olivia tense up with nerves, both of them let out hot sighs at the same time.

“Haa…”

“Ahn…!”

“Liv… you’re having such a hard time, I guess this won’t do.”

Before she could ask what he meant, Eloin pulled a small device from his pocket and issued a command into it.

“Clear everyone out.”

“W-what?!”

Eloin glanced at the wide-eyed Olivia and added,

“…Give them plenty of compensation.”

It seemed he intended to send away all the guests who’d come today. As soon as he finished speaking, he tossed the device aside. Olivia tried to grab it, but he quickly subdued her.

“This is tyranny! How can you do this in someone else’s country…!”

“It’s fine. They’ll just say it’s a masterpiece, worth even the Emperor visiting in secret.”

He wasn’t wrong, so Olivia could only mouth her protests. Eloin whispered to her,

“Focus on me right now, Liv.”

Money and power were truly something. The lights went out and the curtain rose immediately. At the same time, Eloin thrust up into her, roughly tearing down the bodice of her dress. Her br*asts, now exposed, were devoured by his hot mouth.

“Haa!”

The next scene featured the male lead wandering the battlefield. Thanks to the louder music, Olivia felt liberated simply by being able to moan as loudly as she wanted.

“Ah, aaah! Loin!”

She sobbed, arching her back with Eloin’s face buried in her chest. She loved it when he circled her n*pple with his tongue, but even more when he bit down hard, almost as if it might break.

Before long, she was matching his rhythm, slamming her hips down in time with his thrusts.

“Haa…!/’

The weight made his length reach even deeper, pounding inside her.

The cramped folding bed felt stifling, but that only made things more exciting. With the curtain blocking her view, the deep singing and grand music from outside felt unreal, but inside this small space, everything was vividly real.

The ragged breaths, the heat, the sweat slipping between their skin, the electric pleasure each time their bodies met.

“Ah, hng, mm, ah!”

“Liv, Liv…”

“It feels so… ah… I like you… Loin, ah!”

Finally, Olivia couldn’t hold back her confession as she reached her peak. At that moment, Eloin thrust as deep as he could, and she felt his release fill her, the hot sensation inside breaking the dam and sending her over the edge.

“Hng, ahhh!”

Instead of collapsing, her trembling arms wrapped tightly around Eloin. Even that small gesture made him so happy and grateful that he held her close and whispered,

“I love you, my Liv.”

* * *

The next day. In the end, even after returning to the mansion, they made love until dawn, so Olivia didn’t wake until the sun was setting. The spot beside her, where Eloin had lain until she fell asleep, was now empty.

“He must have gone back home first…”

She mumbled with a hint of disappointment, but a smile lingered on her face. All through the night, Eloin had whispered how much he loved her, as if making up for all the times he’d held back.

Now, Olivia thought it was time for her to return as well, so she called for her maid.

“Pack my things. I’ll be going back to the main house.”

“Um, Miss, actually, everything’s already ready.”

Did Eloin give orders before leaving? Olivia thought simply that it was convenient, changed into comfortable clothes, and went downstairs. She planned to have a quick bite before setting out with the carriage.

But in front of the entrance stood someone she hadn’t expected.

“…Loin?!”

Startled, she hurried down the stairs to stand before Eloin, who smiled gently and knelt on one knee. From behind his back, as if by magic, he produced a huge bouquet.

Before she knew it, she’d accepted the flowers, and the box she’d seen yesterday was offered to her once again.

“I thought I was too hasty yesterday.”

As the box opened, a beautiful light spilled out.

“Please marry me, Lady Olivia Helvetica.”

What should she do? In the moment she looked down at the ring, Eloin’s heart pounded so loudly he thought the sound would escape his chest.

After a moment, Olivia’s lips, colored like the flowers in her arms, slowly curved into a smile.

『Thanks, I’m Running Off After This』 The End