Chapter 10.5

“Ah, hm, where did you learn this?”

“From a book someone you know gave me. And a bit of talent?”

“Seems so.”

Alvin’s monstrous stamina never ran out, even past dawn. Liat, who had to spread her legs for hours, found it exhausting more than once.

But she couldn’t just start working out to match his stamina, so she tried to learn techniques and find his weaknesses.

But since Alvin declared her tastes were his, it was hard to figure out what he liked.

To solve this, Liat recently asked Lisa to find out Alvin’s preferences. Lisa accepted the mission with determination. Not long after, Alvin happened to visit the library, and Lisa cheered inside.

‘Liat asked you to do something, right? These should work.’

‘Huh?’

‘Your face gives it away. Give these to her. She’ll do whatever she wants with them.’

When the man she thought was clumsy handed her the books with a blank face, Lisa covered her mouth in surprise.

He was nothing like the image she’d heard from Liat. The clueless Young Master was nowhere to be seen; the man before her wore an unreadable, dangerous smile. When Liat wasn’t around, Alvin was less gentle, but never this cold.

While Lisa stared, Alvin was already at the bookshelf. After a while, he picked a book and sat down. When Lisa saw the cover, her face turned red.

‘Y-you shouldn’t read that one…’

It was a novel too expl*cit for Liat, so she’d hidden it, but somehow Alvin had found it.

He turned the pages with an interested expression, much slower than when he read the book Lisa had given him. He read each word carefully, sometimes staring at nothing as if deep in thought.

The story was infamous for its harsh scenes—no matter how much the heroine cried and begged, the hero continued. Alvin read it without blinking, and when he finished, he glanced at Lisa.

‘Don’t let her see weird books like this.’

It was clear this was his taste, but for both their sakes, Lisa decided not to tell.

‘Yes…’

So Lisa could only bring the books Alvin selected to her master.

Romance novels. All romance. In the end, Liat had to use her imagination to improve her own skills.

Just as Alvin intended, Liat decided to do as she pleased.

‘But…’

The warmth from her knee was intense. Alvin, filled to the brim, breathed heavily. He wanted more.

“Alvin, do you want something?”

“Hm, uh…”

She stopped rubbing with her knee and stroked the bulge with her palm. Each time his hips twitched upward, her smile deepened.

“Not yet. Don’t take off your pants.”

She slipped her hand through his open shirt, skillfully finding his n*pple and pinching it.

“It’s been a while since I played with your chest.”

Liat spread cream on his dark n*pple. The slippery surface made it easier to touch.

After teasing it for a while, she wiped it clean and took it into her mouth.

‘Strawberry scent.’

The cake’s aroma lingered on his chest. She devoured even the scent, greedily licking and sucking his n*pple.

The hardened nub was pressed by her teeth. When released, it sprang back into shape. She tickled the elastic flesh with her tongue, making his body shiver.

“Ah, huh…”

Like a snake, Liat slid her tongue down his belly. As a wet trail formed on his taut skin, his rippling muscles were a sight to behold.

Liat thought of taking him into her mouth, but her jaw would ache, so she climbed on top of him instead.

“…Liat?”

His firm thigh was sturdy enough to sit on. She straddled his left leg, wrapping her arms around his neck like a hook.

She used his strong leg as a saddle, rocking her hips up and down. The heat spread from where their bodies touched, centered on the border between them.

“Alvin.”

Alvin was dazed by the sight of her moving body. Her deliberately seductive movements and swaying br*asts distracted him.

He grabbed her bouncing br*asts and buried his face in the valley, breathing in her scent. Through her clothes, her unique fragrance mixed with sweet fruit and filled his nose. He let out a hot breath.

“Huff, mm…”

Liat moaned, pleasuring herself with his leg.

Alvin couldn’t figure out what she wanted, pressing his temples. He wanted to be inside her right away, but whenever he tried to slip his hand into her clothes, Liat would stop him, so he could only watch her grind against his leg.

“Ah, Liat… I want to put it in, please…”

A dark stain began to form on the pants beneath her. As the wet spot grew, Alvin’s eyes reddened. He swallowed more frequently, leaving half-moon marks on his palm, and finally, Liat got up.

Her eyes, unsatisfied by climax, burned with longing. She wanted to reach the peak right away, but Liat took a breath, practicing the little patience she had.

“What’s your preference? Tell me.”

“…?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. You must know because of Lisa.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You think I only saw Lisa once or twice?”

After asking Lisa to find out Alvin’s tastes, Liat noticed Lisa was different when she brought her books. Not good at lying, Lisa stiffened, acting like she was hiding something, and handed over the novel. She couldn’t even look Liat in the eye, only staring at the ground and sweating.

When Liat asked what was going on, Lisa only clutched her innocent skirt and mouthed silent words, then ran off saying it was nothing. Watching her back shrink into a dot, Liat realized her flimsy plan had been discovered.

Alvin, sly as a fox. She wanted to break his calm, deceiving demeanor.

What was his true self, locked away?

“You know what I want to know.”

“What do you mean… uh!”

She twisted his n*pple hard. Alvin let out a sharp, annoyed cry.

“Hm, ah…”

Liat bent down and swallowed the swollen n*pple, swollen from pain. She wrapped her tongue around the soft yet firm tip, sucking hard, and the chair legs beneath Alvin creaked loudly.

“What you want is what I want… hm, why don’t you see that?”

He couldn’t even lift his hips from the rattling chair, protesting as if it was unfair.

Liat intended to keep teasing his chest until he confessed. But every time she touched him, his lower body, oblivious, would twitch and leak. Eventually, her soaked underwear couldn’t contain the flood, and liquid ran down her inner thighs, soaking everything between her legs. Every time her thighs rubbed together, the sticky, viscous sound filled the room.

“Haa… Looks like I’m not the only one desperate, huh?”

With teasing intent, Alvin grabbed her skirt and shook it. Every time the fabric fluttered, a thick feminine scent wafted out like pheromones.

Alvin, weak to temptation, pulled her finger to his mouth and sucked it like candy, coating it with saliva as she had done.

“Can I go in?”

D*mn, she shouldn’t give in. Even if she wanted to be filled below, she had to hold back.

Liat took a deep breath, looking down at him while trapped in his arms.

When their eyes met in the air, his sharp gaze softened into gentle lines.

“I’m going crazy, can’t I really?”

If she could resist that smile, their relationship wouldn’t have come this far. But this time, she had to be firm. As she bit the soft flesh inside her mouth, ready to wave a white flag, she regained her senses.

“Isn’t the bed better?”

“What do you like?”

“Liat, I like you.”

“Then I like you too.”

Alvin hesitated when Liat gave him the choice.

Would she lose her color, molded to his crude desires?

“Alvin!”

“Uh, huh?”

“Spit out what’s in your head right now. Or I’ll end this here.”

She deliberately acted forceful so the cowardly man could reveal his feelings.