“Leon.”

The call spilled out like a sob, and Leon lifted his head from where he had buried his face between her legs.

“Miss.”

The soft curve of his lips glistened with the slick that had flowed from her. The sight sent a tingling heat through her lower belly, and she swallowed without thinking. Kneeling between her legs in that indecent posture, yet wearing such an innocent face.

She reached out and ran her hand through his soft hair as he licked his lips with his tongue. The touch began as something gentle, like a caress, but what she truly wanted was to mess up his neatly kept hair.

The way his every touch had reduced her to a mess.

But he, unaware of any of that, only followed her hand with his gaze the way a pet would, looking up at her, and in the end she could not bring herself to tangle it completely.

Instead, she cupped his cheek and lips, smeared with her slick, and rubbed them with her palm.

“What a mess you are, Leon.”

“Miss.”

As though answering her call, he pressed his cheek into her palm and kissed it lightly. He wrapped his hands around the back of her hand, pressed his lips to it deeply, and glanced up at her.

But even as his gaze stayed fixed and steady on her, his hand had already begun to stroke up the inside of her thigh. His fingertips traveled upward in a smooth glide and barely grazed her most intimate place. That spot, left raw and sensitive from his mouth just moments before, made Lisette draw in a sharp breath and tilt her head back.

“Ha.”

“You like it here.”

“You’re doing that on purpose…”

“Especially here.”

He cut off Lisette’s words and ran his fingertips up through the swollen, plump folds of flesh.

“This soft, soaking wet cleft between your lips. You have no idea how pretty it looks, the way this tight little hole keeps fluttering. You’re beautiful. Miss.”

“You, ha.”

She squirmed at his lewd, tender voice.

But the more she tried to pull away, the more relentlessly his fingertips pressed into Lisette’s inner walls. His touch scratched and pressed and stroked as though seeking out only the most sensitive spots, and the inside of her thighs trembled in small, helpless spasms.

Leon smiled at the sight, looking pleased.

“It makes me happy, Miss.”

“……”

“Watching you grow wet under my touch. Watching you fall apart.”

His tone and smile were no different from usual.

And yet the laughing voice, the obscene words he murmured in that warm, smiling tone, made her want to die of shame.

Enough to make her feel she no longer recognized him.

“Stop.”

She covered her burning face and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth. She turned her head away, desperate to hide how red she had gone.

“You know that lying is wrong, don’t you.”

He let out a quiet laugh at that and raised his head.

“When you’re this wet down here.”

He pressed his thumb to the small opening and pulled it away, over and over, and the wet, slick sounds that followed made him smile with satisfaction.

“You don’t want this, you say.”

Leon whispered lightly, almost like a song.

“Hard to believe.”

He pushed his thumb a little further inside.

“Ha, stop…”

“No?”

“Le, Leon.”

He took hold of her s*x in his hand and moved it up and down with a light, easy stroke.

“Just making eye contact with you makes me feel like I’m going to burst.”

“……”

“This much is only fair, wouldn’t you say?”

It was a side of him that suited him not at all.

A decadent face entirely unlike the one that used to look at her with that guileless expression, call her “Miss,” and smile. His lips, unusually red today, only added to it, as did his eyes, darkened and heavy with want.

‘Ugh.’

Lisette swallowed.

Everywhere his gaze landed, she felt herself clench and tighten.

A rush of slick welled up and ran down through the cleft of her. The feeling that the clear fluid would soak through the chair and ruin it sent her scrambling to press her legs together.

But Leon, his hand already resting on the inside of her thigh, pressed down firmly to keep her from closing them and pushed himself upright.

“You can want it more…”

“……”

“You can get wetter.”

Leon gripped her ankle and kissed the inside of her ankle bone.

When she imagined how she must look, a painting she had once seen of a wanton woman came to mind.

Skirts thrown back, legs spread, s*x exposed, waiting for a man’s kiss…

‘Ha. That’s far too indecent.’

Just the thought of it left her breathless.

And yet she did not entirely dislike the idea of looking that way.

Had she not always wanted to escape the cage that kept her locked inside herself. This kind of ruin sent a thrill through her entire body, and Lisette, finding the sensation almost unbearably good, rolled her hips as she looked at Leon.

‘I want him to come inside me. Now.’

His almond-colored eyes staring down at her made her restless, and her breath ran short.

“Ha. Leon, hurry…”

The words trailed off unfinished, and Lisette bit her lip and lifted her head. But Leon, who had been smiling beautifully at her all the while with his eyes on hers, suddenly withdrew his hands from her body.

“……”

The warmth vanished in an instant, and Lisette blinked, thrown off.

“Why, why?”

“Tell me what you want, Miss.”

“……”

Leon spoke gently in response to Lisette’s words.

The sight of him smiling as though he could do nothing without her asking for it was infuriating enough to bring tears to the corners of her eyes.

‘He knows I can’t say something like that.’

But her lower half, which he had stoked into a raw, aching heat, throbbed with need, and the slick that flowed without any sense of shame was soaking deeply into the spot where she sat.

Anxious that the servants might notice the shameful stain, she clenched and tried to press her thighs together, but…

“Miss.”

His hand swept upward along the inside of her parted thighs, and she could not close her legs.

She looked up at him with resentful eyes.

“You.”

“Go on.”

But even under that gaze, he continued to look down at her as though he would not move without her permission. She bit her lip at his merciless expression.

“I’m going to hate you.”

He looked down at her and gave a small smile.

“You won’t.”

“……”

Leon smiled with his eyes and stroked softly from her knee up the inside of her thigh. His hands pressed and spread her open so she could not close them, and she tilted her head back. She could feel herself fluttering and aching below.

“Ha, your body is so honest… Or perhaps I should put my c*ck in your upper mouth too, the way it’s in your lower one.”

“Le, Leon.”

“Would that make you a little more honest, I wonder.”

Leon’s fingers spread her open below and pressed inside.

His knuckle brushed her small cl*toris, and he pressed and ground against it as though he meant to, and Lisette curled her toes and grabbed his shoulder.

“Ugh.”

The stimulation below made her toes curl inward.

She could no longer hold herself up. She felt she could let everything go and collapse right there.

“Leon.”

She had no strength left to hold on.

She looked up at him with bleary, aching eyes.

She wanted him to come inside her. Not his fingers, but that hard, upright length of his.

“Yes, Miss.”

“Leon.”

She let out a clouded breath and lifted her head.

She swept his hair back and gathered it in one hand. Her gaze, unsteady and muddled like a hand that had lost its bearings, looked up at Leon as he climbed over her and covered her body with his.

“Ha.”

His eyes, still watching her with hesitation, searched her face gently.

“What would you like me to do?”

Her mouth went dry at his coaxing lips. Her body had already burned itself to its limit.

She wanted him.

She swallowed at the wetness soaking her below and running in a heavy stream down through the cleft of her. Even so, the words would not come, and she looked at him with eyes full of grievance, the corners of her eyes flushing red.

“Seriously.”

“Go on.”

He scraped her lower lip with his and tilted his head, urging her on.

She stared straight into those brown eyes, the most ordinary brown she had never once thought attractive, and moved her lips.

“Go on, Miss.”

“Do it, hurry up and put it in…”

…me.

But.

“Miss?”

That word, finally bursting out after so long, came together with a voice shaking her awake.

“Miss!”

That sharp, urgent call woke her from the dream.

“Huh?”

She lifted her heavy eyelids to a blurry field of vision. But like the dream that had shattered, the figure that had been tempting her from between her spread legs was gone without a trace. The emptiness that swept through her entire body in an instant left Lisette staring into the vacant air before she closed her eyes.

‘Another dream.’

The hollowness that crashed over her was enough to knock the breath from her chest, and she could not bring herself to open her eyes. She rolled onto her side and buried her face in the pillow.

“……”

And in that moment, the slick that had gathered inside her ran in a slow, wet trail down through the cleft of her.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her face pressed into the pillow, overwhelmed with shame. No one was lifting the blanket to look, and yet the damp, soaked state of her undergarments made her face burn so hot she could not lift it.

‘This has reached its limit.’

Unable to escape the curse that had her trapped, Lisette rolled the edge of the pillow and pressed it over her ears. But through that thick pillow, what reached her ears was…

[So just give in. You foolish thing.]

The demon’s sweet voice.

That voice of temptation, so sweet it was maddening.