Chapter 4.3

To avoid looking at Evan, who was walking a little distance away, Daphne kept her eyes forward and asked,

“I don’t remember very well, so could you explain what happened yesterday?”

“…With my own mouth?”

His voice was tinged with embarrassment, and Daphne’s mind went blank. She was suddenly afraid of what she might have done the previous night.

But if she had done something wrong, she knew she should apologize. With a determined look, she looked up at him.

“Yes. Please tell me. I’m ready to hear it.”

Contrary to her words, her mind was spinning. If she had done something truly unforgivable, she couldn’t even imagine how she would apologize. But what Evan said next was so unexpected, it was shocking.

“So, you’re saying that you and I… slept together, Sir Clyde? And not just literally sleeping…”

Evan nodded slowly but firmly. He seemed just as embarrassed to talk about it, his face burning red.

‘…Am I out of my mind?’

Of course, they had agreed to have s*x—for research on the correlation between s*xual function and mental health.

But this was useless for research. With her memory wiped out so easily, what could she possibly record? Still, she needed to know by what mechanism things had gone that far.

“Could you explain in a little more detail?”

“…Excuse me?”

“My memory is really fuzzy right now. I need to reflect so I don’t trouble you again, Sir Clyde.”

He stood still, his face drained of color. But seeing his expression only made her want to know more. She was genuinely curious what she could have done to make him look like that.

Seeing her serious expression, Evan hesitated for a moment, then finally opened his mouth.

“So, Sir Grey, you were the one who first…”

* * *

“So warm…”

Daphne looked down at their chests pressed together and murmured with a low laugh. Evan bit his tongue, wishing he could just disappear. Daphne, licking her lips as if her mouth was dry, suddenly lifted her head and stared at Evan.

“Wh-why are you acting like this…!”

Heaven, why are you giving me this trial…!

He only had time for a fleeting prayer before he felt her hand digging into his side, and he gritted his teeth. He tried to steady himself with a long breath to shake off the drunkenness, but it was no use.

If anything, his head was spinning even more. Maybe it was the sweet scent of her body.

Did I really drink that much?

That couldn’t be. But right now, he felt as if he were under a curse, unable to move a muscle. Evan looked down at Daphne, the woman who had cast this “curse,” and, as if possessed, pulled her into his arms. When he held her a little tighter, she frowned slightly in discomfort.

Even that was beautiful, and Evan couldn’t regain his senses. He tried to calm himself by reminding himself it was just a drunken habit, but then the thought that she might have acted like this with someone else made his chest feel like it would burst.

As her body pressed against him, his lower half grew tighter and tighter. But when Daphne boldly reached down and grabbed him, Evan screamed silently.

He had been so caught up in the fact that he was holding her that he hadn’t even tried to defend himself. As Daphne stroked him gently through his clothes, Evan learned firsthand that when a person is overwhelmed by sensation, their vision really does go white.

“S-S-Sir Grey…!”

He really was at his limit. Yes. Once again, this was what they had agreed to do anyway. She hadn’t refused Hailey’s suggestion, and he had just gone along with it, so there was no one to blame.

“Hold me…”

Her soft voice, murmured with her eyes lowered, swept away the last shred of reason he had left.

Evan crossed his arms and pulled off his shirt in one movement. Then, cupping Daphne’s cheek as she mumbled something unintelligible, he kissed her.

‘Big brother’s advice is finally coming in handy.’

Their lips met, so hot that Evan’s tense shoulders relaxed. It was his first kiss, so he didn’t know what to do, but suddenly his brother’s advice flashed through his mind.

‘Don’t rush in too fast. Take it slow and easy. Just follow your instincts. Even if you’ve never done it before, there’ll come a moment when you just know what to do.’

Recalling his brother’s words, he gently licked Daphne’s lips, which wouldn’t open.

“Mmm…”

She let out a small m*an, tickled, and her lips parted. Evan seized the chance and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

The unfamiliar sensation made her instinctively try to close her mouth, but Evan slipped his fingers between her lips. Every awkward movement of his tongue made her own little tongue try to push him away. But soon, she started to respond, pressing her body closer to his.

Daphne’s chest pressed against Evan, and her quickening breath was palpable. An irresistible urge surged up to his head. He couldn’t bear the thought of finishing before even taking off his clothes, so he broke the kiss and hurriedly took off his pants.

“Ow!”

In the process, he banged his shin on the corner of the bed. Daphne, wobbling and laughing out loud, seemed to find his awkwardness amusing.

Any embarrassment at showing such a clumsy side vanished the moment Daphne threw herself into his arms.

Whether she realized Evan’s feelings or not, Daphne grabbed his face and pressed her lips to his. For Evan, who usually dealt with his desires alone late at night or ignored them through harsh training, this was stimulation beyond what he could handle.

‘No, I can’t…’

In the end, the underwear he hadn’t managed to remove was soaked through with release. He couldn’t believe it—he wasn’t some adolescent boy, yet he had finished just from a kiss on the cheek.

Evan, breathing heavily, pressed his forehead against Daphne’s shoulder. He felt as though he couldn’t breathe otherwise. In his blurred vision, he saw his soaked underwear. A complicated feeling, impossible to describe, welled up inside, and he felt he might cry.

“…Mutant.”

At that moment, Daphne’s voice came from above his head. Perhaps because she was drunk, her words were drawn out more than usual.

But before he could even ask what she meant by “mutant,” she suddenly grabbed Evan’s now swollen member with a serious expression and said,

“This needs to be preserved as a specimen… Sir Clyde, do you have another one of these?”

“What do you mean, another one…?”

“If we could just cut this off like this… and make it a research specimen, I think it would be good…”

W-what is she saying?

As she made a gesture as if to chop it off with the side of her hand, Evan’s face went completely pale.

Whether she noticed his confusion or not, Daphne pulled down his underwear in one motion. She stared at his now exposed member as if observing it, then grabbed it firmly with both hands.

“Ah, ugh…”

She paused, lost in thought for a moment, then slowly began to move her hands. It was similar to what she had done during the previous examination. To be precise, it was closer to a medical check than anything intimate.

Even so, it was overwhelming for Evan. Even using both hands, it wasn’t enough to cover him, and his body responded to her touch, releasing clear fl*id.

“Haa…”

But to him, it all felt the same. Back then, hadn’t he also finished from her touch? As his low m*ans vibrated in his throat, Daphne’s hands grew a bit rougher, perhaps spurred on by his reactions.

“Sir Grey…”

If he truly disliked it, he could have pushed away her small hands gripping him. But of course, he didn’t. If anything, he wanted more.

Evan gently covered the backs of her hands with his own, filling in where her grip was lacking. He pressed his nose into the nape of her neck, breathing heavily as he moved his hand.

The liquid leaking from the tip made a slick sound as it slid over his skin. In the quiet night, the lewd sound echoed in the small room, making it feel as if time itself had stopped.

He reached his limit in an instant. Evan stiffened, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck. The release that spilled out soaked both their hands.

“Haa, haa…”

Evan shuddered several more times, panting. Squeezing the base, a bit more of his release oozed out.

As his breathing returned to normal, his mind, which had gone hazy, also slowly cleared. Realizing Daphne’s gaze was fixed on his member, a single thought popped into Evan’s mind.

He didn’t know what she meant by “mutant,” but it was obvious that she found his body fascinating. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have suggested sleeping together for research.

So this was his only hope. Until now, his body had meant nothing special to him, but now it was different. He had to use what he had to the fullest.