Chapter 9 Part 5

“Kiss me, Ten.”

Harten lunged toward me like a starved b*ast. Our lips met with an urgency that quickly deepened as our mouths parted, tongues intertwining with wet, desperate sounds. I could taste the faint hint of white wine on him.

“Miss, just a moment…”

As I clung to his neck, Harten briefly pulled back, his face breaking into a smile as he supported me by the waist. He must have noticed my attempt to keep up with his height by balancing on my tiptoes. With a smile that barely concealed his impatience, he lifted me into his arms.

He carried me a few steps and gently placed me on the bed, his movements careful as he removed my shoes. My toes, cramped from the confined space of the heels, wiggled instinctively, drawing a soft laugh from Harten. He lowered his head, pressing a tender kiss to the top of my foot. As he bowed, the golden lashes framing his downcast eyes shimmered faintly.

“I like seeing traces of myself on your body.”

“Why?”

“…Because when I see them, I feel real. Like I matter to you.”

‘Even without such things, you are a meaningful presence to me, Harten.’ However, I didn’t say it aloud and instead responded with a smile, thinking about how many words I’d swallowed today. Each unspoken letter left a bitter taste, stacking one by one somewhere in my heart.

“I’m glad that, for now, it’s still just me. …Though I don’t know what the future holds.”

“The future? You think about things like that?”

“You taught me to always consider every possibility, Miss. …Of course, I hope it doesn’t come to that. But who knows? I might really tear someone to shreds.”

The stark contrast between his chilling words and the angelic, innocent smile on his face was jarring. It was hard to tell whether I should trust his gentle expression or the raw honesty spilling from his lips.

“…You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”

In the end, I chose to believe that his face was sincere. The Harten I knew wasn’t someone who would hurt others recklessly. Instead of answering, Harten leaned in and pressed a kiss as his reply.

“Ah, mm…”

“Does it hurt? Here?”

Fingers moving back and forth inside the body were stimulating different spots each time. I shook my head, making moaning sounds. The heightened sensations were falling again as my body was vaguely heating up.

“Ugh. Mmm, Ah!”

Harten’s thumb was rubbing the cl*toris, exciting me. As my waist jerked from the sudden pleasure, Harten let out a short laugh. His swift fingers were rubbing and lifting the cl*toris without pausing for a moment.

Because Harten kept coveting my lips, my breathing became labored. I grabbed onto Harten’s arm, gasping for breath. Through the fabric, I could feel something hardened beneath my hips.

“Ten, hhuek, uuhm, ah…”

“Does it feel good here? It seemed like you just felt something.”

His blush-tinted face tilted toward me. With laughter lingering in his narrowed eyes, he thoroughly watched my reactions. Trapped in his embrace, there seemed no way to escape his excessive attention. When his gaze wandered to my legs, which were spread wantonly, I reflexively tried to tense them, but I couldn’t close them, caught on Harten’s sturdy thigh.

Accepting the pleasure his fingers gave me, my body jerked, and I felt his shirt wrinkling beneath me. As the shirt bunched up and made my position uncomfortable, he took it off without hesitation and tossed it off the bed. His firm chest supported my back like a wall. The sensation of his chest touching my bare back felt strange.

“Ten, Te-en…”

“I’m listening.”

Harten lowered his head and blew softly into my ear. As I shrank my shoulders from the ticklish sensation, he playfully bit them and whispered sweetly. My ear, stimulated by his whisper, tingled with a slight shiver. The finger aiming for a single point inside my body persistently stirred me.

“Ahh, ngh…, Ten…!”

“Here?”

He answered my voice, which was whispering as if the heated tone were about to fade. As I raised my trembling hand and grabbed the forearms stretched out on either side of me, a gentle kiss fell on my ear. I was only seeking something to hold onto in the rising sensation, yet Harten seemed pleased with even that.

Harten quietly leaned his face toward me with a mischievous expression. He bent the fingers that were still inside my body and whispered.

“It seems you like it here. Your body won’t let go of my hand.”

As he said, my body, which had begun to feel pleasure, was repeatedly contracting and releasing regardless of my will. Feeling how my lower body clung to his fingers as if unwilling to let them go made my face flush.

“Mm, mmh, ah, no, Ten…!”

“No matter how many times, it’s fine. I’ll do it however you want, as much as you want.”

“…Don’t say it’s someone else.”

He seemed to whisper those last words quietly on purpose, but they lodged in my ear all the more. I barely managed to straighten the arm curling from pleasure and pulled his face—positioned behind me—closer. When I kissed the face that had come near, Harten stuck out his tongue and languidly licked my lips.

After a few tickling flicks of his tongue, I quickly felt short of breath. Chuup, chuurp. As I turned my head, gasping, Harten licked my ear so that the wet sounds were blatantly audible. The overly suggestive noise made me feel the spot that had been biting his fingers contract again. As if waiting for this, he struck my pleasure point at once with his fingertip.

“Haang! Aahng….”

It felt as though all my nerves were focused on one point inside my body. A sensation like a tremor traveled up my spine to my brain. My body, which had stiffened along with the pleasure, soon relaxed. The languor immediately following climax gently enveloped my senses.

Harten adjusted his hold on me, now completely limp in his arms. He released the grip on my legs, which had already lost their strength, and seated me between his legs instead of on his thigh.

Even though there was now less contact than when I was on top of him earlier, the hardness beneath my hips still made its presence known. I carefully reached out and fumbled for the waistband of his pants. I heard Harten inhale sharply.

“Ah, Miss?”

Having to only receive the pleasure brought on by Harten feels like being on a roller coaster traveling between heaven and hell. The pleasure is dizzying enough to blur my vision, but because Harten pushes me to my very limits, there’s no such thing as moderation. Because of that, I always end up feeling, feeling, feeling—until the night is over.

So wouldn’t it be fine to try something like this once in a while? I’m talking about taking the lead myself and drawing out his pleasure. When I look back on these moments later, I want to feel that we enjoyed them together, not just me alone. Of course, I won’t be as skilled as Harten is.

“Shh, stay still.”

When I whispered this to Harten, who kept trying to escape from my hands with a clearly flustered expression, all his movements stopped. Though his glance still showed his unease, at my single word telling him to keep still, he offered no resistance. Feeling a slight tremor, I let the unfastened belt fall to the floor beside the bed.

“Take it off.”

“Ah, My Lady, this is… no, I couldn’t possibly…”

“Hurry up and take it off.”

At that single resolute statement, Harten seemed to understand my firm resolve not to back down. He placed his hand at his waistband. Even to the very end, he turned to look at me as if to say, ‘Really?’ but I didn’t waver.

From unbuttoning the pants to undoing the zipper, I watched every step, and Harten’s face turned crimson. I’d seen his cheeks redden a few times when he was flustered or unsure, but it was the first time I’d seen his entire face so red.

Was he embarrassed about taking off his pants right in front of me? Yet, considering that Harten was the one who stripped me of everything from my dress down to my chemise, it was quite an ironic reaction. He’s the one who undressed me himself, looking as if he’d devour my clothes, and now he’s embarrassed?

“Stay still.”

With a slightly resigned expression, Harten wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. Following his lead, I settled into position and looked down at him. Though his face, which sat just below my line of sight, was still flushed, there was a suppressed ferocity behind it.

His gaze, burning hot as if he could swallow me at any moment, fell the instant our eyes met. I swallowed once and let my gaze drop to the swelling beneath him.

It was the first time I had ever looked at his body for so long. He had always been too focused on taking off my clothes. As my somewhat bold stare landed below, it seemed the swelling fabric grew even larger.

I reached out with a trembling hand toward the p*nis that looked painfully strained beneath the fabric. As soon as my hand touched it through the cloth, tension gathered in Harten’s jaw.

“…Kuhk, Miss…”

Mustering a bit more courage, I pulled the fabric all the way down, and that upright form filled my vision. It was larger than I’d expected. Was it always this big? For someone like me, who only had theoretical knowledge, it was a slightly frightening sight. Could something this large really fit inside a person’s body? Is that even possible?”

“Is it always… this big?”