The Only Way to Break the Curse is Through Contact with You - Chapter 89 Part 1

#89.1

Diart’s gaze turned to Jarvis’s hands, which were holding both of mine. His expressionless face gradually stiffened, and his shadowy figure in the already dark rear garden looked very eerie. When I unconsciously let go of Jarvis’s hand, he turned his head to follow my gaze.

“Sh*t.”

It seemed like he was very angry. Jarvis whispered in my ear with a voice that clearly enjoyed other people’s troubles. I glared at him, but then turned my head away. With his personality, it would have been better if he chased me away long ago, but it was more frightening to see him just staring blankly instead for so long.

At that moment, Diart walked up without hesitation. He had an unusual vibe around him as though he would kill anyone and everything in his way. I felt like I was his target, so I unconsciously took a step back.

‘Should I run?’

But as soon as I tried to run, I felt like I would be caught from behind. As expected, I was caught before I could even take a step back. Not just from behind, but my whole body was caught. Diart, who had supported my b*tt with one hand, grabbed my back and shoulders with the other hand and lifted me up at once.

Surprised, I looked down at him while holding onto his shoulder and saw Diart glancing at Jarvis with a sharp look. Despite his fierce gaze, Jarvis’s smug expression remained unchanged. It was so annoying that even I found it unbearable.

Diart turned his gaze away from him, grinding his teeth, and strode across the rear garden. The nobles, who were engrossed in treasure hunting, stared at us with wide-eyed expressions as they followed our movements.

It may not be easy to see a lady being carried like a piece of luggage by her husband. Moreover, the fact that the parties involved were Diart and me seemed to attract even more attention. I buried my flushed face in Diart’s shoulder.

‘Damn it, he was in a good mood earlier.’

Since Diart had seemed in a good mood just a few hours ago, I thought we could reconcile today, but I didn’t expect things to turn out like this.

Diart continued straight to the annex and startled the servants along the way. Instead of going up to the rooms on the second floor, he took me to the nearest parlor and sat me on the table.

I felt embarrassed by his position between my naturally spread legs. I tried to move my body back, but he approached even closer. The table legs were high, and with Diart gripping the tabletop with both hands, our gazes were at the same level.

Unable to escape, I became more tense as he silently stared at me for a while, his arms firmly around me.

He seemed angry because he told me not to go anywhere, but I went to the rear garden first, and to make matters worse, I encountered Jarvis. And being in a dimly lit garden made it easy for others to misunderstand us and think we were having a secret rendezvous.

Feeling restless under his unwavering gaze, I wiped my sweaty palms on the edge of my skirt. Breaking the silence with a movement, Diart slowly opened his mouth.

“Please forgive me now.”

I blinked my round, bewildered eyes at his unexpected words.

“I can’t take it anymore. Please, just look at me.”

Diart’s eyes narrowed with desperation, like someone backed into a corner. Not knowing how to react, I just stared at him, and he stared back at me with a pleading look in his eyes.

The situation of this arrogant and cold man clinging to me was strangely exciting. I couldn’t understand why his frowning expression looked so lovely. Impulsively, I kissed his lips. Although it was only a brief kiss, it was much more intense than before, making me feel a powerful energy flowing through my body.

Before I could even feel the energy that I had experienced for the first time in a long time, Diart’s expression, which had been looking at me with a blank expression, suddenly changed.

He grabbed my neck as if to prevent me from retreating and fiercely pressed his lips against mine. Unlike my light kiss, his lips swallowed me up as if to consume everything I had.

Pushed by his fierce energy, I kept falling backward, but he grabbed my other hand and held me in place without giving me a chance to breathe.

Rather than being scary, it seemed more like he was trying to make up for everything he had missed so far. It seemed that it was not only Diart who had reached his limit. When I replied by wrapping my hands around his neck, I could feel Diart’s back trembling. The d*sgusting sound of our saliva assaulted my ears.

Finally, when his lips, which had been gnawing at my lower lip, retreated, I gasped for air. Diart’s lips, which had been kissing my chin, moved down to my throbbing chest.

As Diart untied the ribbon that was bothering him, he seemed to be annoyed and bit his tongue. Today, the dress that Lily had chosen for me had many ribbons on it. Diart struggled to untie them one by one, and his already impatient expression grew more and more frustrated.

His hasty movements and flickering eyes made me feel like he was going to tear the dress apart right away.

In fact, I wasn’t much different from him. I was eager to embrace him right away. I cupped his face, which was trying to untie the ribbon, with both hands. Diart, who read the silent gaze in my eyes, stood up without hesitation.

It’s a shame that we don’t even have time to go to the room. Diart laid me down on the table, pressing his waist against mine. He grabbed my spread thighs, pulled them down, and wrapped them around his waist. Because of this, the wind blew my dress up, revealing my white thighs. The part that Diart held turned red and swelled obscenely.

Even though we weren’t kissing, the thick air made it hard to breathe. Diart’s gaze, which had been focused on my trembling chest, slowly rose. When his thirsty eyes met mine, I instinctively licked my lips.

Diart’s expression twisted, and from that moment on, I couldn’t think of anything else.

Things escalated quickly. Diart unfastened his pants and pulled out his p*nis. It was already throbbing and standing erect as it reached his stomach, dripping with sticky fl*ids. Diart held the base and aligned it with my opening, then grabbed my thighs and pressed our bodies together. Caught between the tightened gap, Diart let out a muffled sigh. He quickly moved his hips.

“Ahhng…!”

“Hah.”

With each of Diart’s movements, the pl*asure spread rapidly from the slippery pillar that was repeatedly rubbing against my cl*t. He approached even closer and rested my legs one shoulder.

“Hmph… haah… hah.”

My body shook even when I hadn’t been penetrated, and I found myself breathless. It felt like there was a fire down below, as if it would burst at any moment, heading towards the pinnacle of pl*asure. Diart, with his lowered waist, quickly rubbed himself against me, holding me in his arms. The stimulation rapidly built up, causing my body to tense up as I felt my cl*max approach. Diart’s waist, sensing this, went even deeper. And finally, the sensation that had reached its limit exploded in an instant.

“Ah!”

My legs, hanging precariously on Diart’s shoulder, straightened out. My toes curled in response to the overwhelming pl*asure spreading throughout my body.

As the dizziness subsided and the whiteness receded from my vision, Diart came into view. He held onto my trembling thighs, frozen in place, and stared intently at my face, which was still trembling with pl*asure.

Noticing that focus had returned in my eyes, Diart spread apart the thighs he was holding and plunged between them. There was no room for modesty in this explicit position. His thick and hard c*ck pressed firmly against me.

“Huh…”