“There will be no going back.”

“Hm.”

He pressed his lips to her skin and gave her a quiet warning.

A last, truly last chance to run, he gave her until the very end, but.

“I know. I know that.”

“……”

“I won’t regret it.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held his gaze.

“So do what you want to do.”

Her voice reached his ears again, sweet and close. Her voice, whispering to him without pause, resembled the whispers he had heard in the dreams. But what was different now from then was that he, who had struggled not to give in to those whispers, found himself wanting to surrender at this moment.

‘No, I already have.’

He had been gazing quietly into Lisette’s eyes, and now he turned his head and pressed his lips to hers. He felt the sweet warmth of her saliva flowing into him through her parted lips and wound his tongue around hers, sucking. He licked every corner of her mouth and swallowed even the shallow, breathless sounds she let out.

‘Right, it’s too late.’

Leon pulled her a little tighter.

These were the lips he had craved and licked so desperately in the dreams, and yet nothing could compare to this sweet moment now. She was sweet. Maddeningly sweet.

“Ha.”

With their lips still pressed together, he pushed his tongue through the gap. The tip of her tongue sucked at his the way he had done to her, and she bit down on his lower lip. It hurt, and yet it did not hurt. If anything, it made him hunger for a greater sensation from her.

He wanted to come undone beneath her hands.

“Miss.”

At Leon’s low, rough voice, Lisette opened her eyes and met his. His dark eyes held nothing but her. These eyes that only she could see, these eyes that should hold only her.

‘Taking another woman into his arms.’

‘Embracing her, kissing her.’

‘Spending the night with her… is that something you can do?’

“No.”

She recalled his voice from that day, each step bringing him closer as he spoke, and shook her head as she looked at him. Her sudden words made his gaze flicker almost imperceptibly, but she could not say out loud what she had just been thinking, and to hide the heat rising to the tips of her ears, she took his lips into hers.

Then she pulled his body toward her, and his manhood pressed clearly against her thigh. That same overwhelming presence that had shocked her the first time she saw it made itself felt all the way from her thigh to the inside.

‘Will it be the same as what I saw in the dream.’

The thought came to her that she wanted to take his tip into her mouth again, the way she had licked it with her tongue.

‘Will it taste different?’

It would surely be different from the dream. She swallowed and pushed herself slightly upright, pressing his body back. Leon drew in a sharp, startled breath at her movement. The stiffness that came over his expression pleased her, and she pressed against his shoulder with her hand and climbed onto his thighs.

It was something she had never done in reality, but perhaps because of the past several days in the dreams, her movements showed no hesitation and no awkwardness. If anything, she ground herself against his thigh below with the ease of someone who had done it many times before.

“Mi… ngh.”

Leon shook his head and gripped Lisette’s shoulders. Even so, she had already pressed her lips to his neck and sucked deep into the skin, just as she had in the dream just moments ago.

She sucked hard into the same spot where she had left a mark in the dream, and the hands gripping her shoulders tightened with force. It was enough to hurt, but showing that it hurt now could unravel everything.

And there was something oddly satisfying about the fact that he had lost this much of his composure.

So she licked his neck and took his collarbone between her lips. She tickled the hard bone with her tongue and sucked, and Leon tilted his head back at what she was doing.

“Ha.”

His lips parted with a low breath as his head fell back, and the sounds that spilled from them grew rougher as her lips moved lower. She had thought that soft m*ans belonged only to women, but the sounds breaking from a man’s lips were their own kind of stimulation. Enough to make her wet and tingling below.

She ground her hips against his thigh and slid downward, and Leon sucked in a breath as though he had stopped breathing entirely.

His eyes, fixed on her, glistened with moisture. His gaze was full of a gleaming, consuming hunger, and she pressed herself against his leg more openly.

“Ha.”

Leon’s breathing grew rougher, clearly not having imagined she would do something so brazen. She listened to that breathing and sucked at his chest, licked above his navel, and slid lower and lower. And the moment her body made contact with the area around his knees…

“!”

Right before her eyes, his manhood had swelled to the point where the tip was pushing up past the waistband of his trousers. She swallowed at the sight of it pressing up past his navel.

‘He’s big.’

He seemed even thicker than the first time she had seen it. Could she even fit that in her mouth?

No.

‘What if he doesn’t fit below either?’

She glanced up, and the sight of him biting his lip with reddened eyes came into view. Seeing him struggling to hold himself back somehow put her at ease.

Because he would never hurt her, no matter the situation.

She untied the laces of his trousers where the tip had pushed through and hooked her fingers in. With just a small pull downward, the trousers slid open, and his length revealed itself in full.

Seeing it up close was nothing like seeing it in the dream. And the traces of the night before were unmistakable. Transparent fl*id pooled and seeped from the opening at the tip, with dried remnants around it.

The faint, musky scent made her swallow. Lisette reached out her hand.

“Don’t… ngh.”

Then she bowed her head and ran her tongue over the tip.

“!”

Leon’s body shuddered faintly as he tried to stop her in his alarm. Lisette wet her lips with the tongue she had used to lick him. A sharp, musky taste spread through her mouth.

But she did not find it unpleasant.

If anything, it was more exciting than the tastelessness of the dream, and the sharp sensation made her lick the pointed tip again. She pressed the tip of her stiffened tongue into that small opening and sucked.

“Hah.”

He let out a m*an and gripped Lisette’s shoulders.

“Mi… ss.”

His voice calling to her was low and sounded desperate. Even as he called out in desperate, pleading appeal for her to stop, that he could not hold on any longer, she could not stop.

Because if she stopped, he would stop too.

Until he fully crossed the line and came inside her, she had to be the one to cross it first and press into him.

Only then would he barely manage to cross his own line.

She wet her dry lips with her tongue and pursed them against his urethra, pressing a kiss there. She opened her mouth to finish what she had not been able to in the dream. Then she took him into her mouth little by little.

But perhaps because her mouth was too small, the moment she swallowed his gl*ns, her mouth was already full. She glanced up slightly at his length filling her so tightly she could barely breathe.

This was her first time doing this… no, something she had never even done in the dream, and her eyes, wavering with uncertainty, filled with tears.

She could neither pull him out nor take him deeper. She sat there with him in her mouth, tears threatening to spill, and at the sight of her…

“Ha.”

Leon let out a rough breath.

So this was what it meant to feel like losing one’s mind.

Lisette, with his length in her mouth, on the verge of tears.

It did not feel real, but more than that, desire stole the breath from him. He felt like he was going mad. A base impulse seized him, the urge to push himself all the way into her mouth right then and there and make her cry.

But.

“Relax.”

He suppressed that base impulse and placed his hand against her jaw. He stroked her cheek as she sat unable to spit him out or swallow him down, and felt his own length pressing out against one side of her cheek.

What would happen if he became addicted to this maddening sensation?

He swallowed at the feel of her tongue and the soft inner walls of her mouth wrapping around him.

“Open wider.”

But he could not make her suffer, so he gently stroked the corners of her lips, and yet.

She shook her head.

Lisette shook her head without releasing her hold on him. Then she stared straight up at him. As though asking him to show her what she was supposed to do. Her blue eyes looking up at him, the redness at the corners of her eyes and across both cheeks, her disheveled hair. Not a single thing about her could calm him down.