The Only Way to Break the Curse is Through Contact with You - Chapter 89 Part 3

#89.3

Diart put me on the sofa and thrust his p*nis inside me after sliding it out. He grabbed my right knee, lifted it up, licked my calf with his tongue, and pushed down. Between my widely spread legs like scissors, Diart buried himself deeply, leaving me speechless. My mouth opened unconsciously at his insertion, which was much deeper than on the table, where the movement was uncomfortable.

“Haah…”

With my leg slung over his shoulder, Diart exhaled a languid sigh as he looked down at me. He pinned me on the couch, as if to prevent me from even thinking of running away. From then on, it was a moment of chaos. My flesh was opened without hesitation and torn apart mercilessly, as if under attack. The sensation of being pushed in without permission made flashes appear before my eyes.

“Ah, ahh, ha…”

I clawed at the sofa and rubbed the back of my head as I groaned in deep pl*asure. The cl*max came back as if to swallow me up. At the same time, Diart also pushed his waist hard and stiffened his body.

“Ah!”

“Huh.”

The world in front of me went black for a moment and then light flooded in. I met eyes with Diart, who had been staring at me intensely with a flushed face. I’m not sure if I was the one who choked his neck first or if Diart bowed his head. Without any hesitation, our lips overlapped, and we explored each other. When I poured the lingering pl*asure onto his tongue, Diart willingly swallowed it.

“Haah. Haah… huh.”

My mind was in a daze. The strength drained from the intense and urgent s*xual affair, more so than usual. Diart, who had been planting kisses all over my face, forcibly pulled down my dress and licked my exposed chest. His gentle kisses, which were like melting ice cream, turned rough and violent at the nape of my neck.

“Stop, I’m tired.”

Her legs, still spread apart in his hands, stiffened in pain. Diart obediently withdrew his pushing hands and wrapped my leg around his waist. And the forceful pressure he exerted was alarming. His still-embedded c*ck didn’t lose strength even after the cl*max, but it stood tall with an intimidating volume. His gaze as he looked down at me didn’t hide the fact that he was still far from satisfied.

“I can’t do it anymore…”

I closed my eyes, sleepy. But I couldn’t help but open them immediately under his teasing touch. When I looked at him resentfully, he glared back in response.

“Did you think I could be satisfied with just doing it once? After making someone suffer like that for so long.”

“It’s hard. Just let me rest for a bit…”

“That’s why I always told you to build up your stamina. You’re too weak.”

I told you this many times too. It’s not that I have weak stamina, it’s that you’re too much!

—but I couldn’t even retort. I knew from experience that whatever I said, in bed it would ultimately go according to Diart’s wishes. Outside of the bed, he had a calm face and would listen to anything I said, but on the bed, he would sway me as he pleased with a face full of pl*asure.

Even now, I was being swept away by him like this. He moved gently, kissing my cheek and calming me down. I prepared myself to endure the pl*asure that slowly began to ignite again as I relentlessly succumbed to his wicked desires, all under the guise of his begging.

Diart, who repeated the cycle of c*mming inside me many times without ever withdrawing, then swelling up again and delving deep to cl*max, finally satisfied himself and embraced me tightly, kissing me as if to tell me that I did well.

* * *

As I breathed in the warm breath that touched my neck, I suddenly began to wonder.

“Why aren’t you asking me anything?”

It was strange that he hadn’t said a word about what had happened between Jarvis and me while we were alone in the rear garden. Of course, thanks to that, our relationship had been restored in no time, but I knew his personality well enough to know that he should have been asking questions and expressing jealousy.

The hand that had been slowly rubbing my thigh stopped at my question. Diart slowly opened his mouth.

“I didn’t want to fight.”

He didn’t want to fight? What’s wrong with this guy being so cute and being out of character? I couldn’t help but bite my lips and suppress my laughter at his awkward voice, which couldn’t hide his discomfort. After a moment of silence, Diart asked.

“Why were you with the Crown Prince?”

I was sure he had been wanting to ask me that since earlier. I pretended not to notice, but it was clear that I was still paying attention.

“I happened to meet him while looking for treasures.”

“I see.”

Diart seemed like he wanted to ask more questions, but he seemed to be holding back, as if he didn’t want to ruin the peaceful atmosphere. Still, it was amazing how he could hold back like this. When I read the original work, I remembered cursing at this crazy guy, but now I felt like this man had changed a lot.

Suddenly, I felt mischievous.

“What if it’s a lie? Why do you believe it so easily? What if I actually had an affair with the Crown Prince?”

He slowly opened his mouth after a moment of silence. Even so…

“You’re fine.”

…and Jarvis? I closed my mouth at his answer, which seemed to contain many meanings. Besides, the hand that was squeezing my thigh as if to tear it apart didn’t inspire trust, much like his answer that I would be okay.

I quickly corrected my joke, feeling the eerie energy behind me.

“You know it was a joke, right? Something like that never happened.”

“I know. That’s how it should be.”

Diart spoke, holding my chin in his hand. It was my fault for making such a joke in the first place. I reflected on my mistake and promised myself to take the secret of Jarvis’s confession to my grave for his well-being.

“I decided to become friends with Crown Prince Jarvis.”

“Friends?”

I quickly replied in response to his voice, which seemed twisted, as if questioning the need for the emotion of friendship between the two of us.

“I thought getting close with the imperial family might be helpful for you in the future.”

“Aah.”

Diart seemed surprised that I had thought that way. He seemed to like what I was doing for him and kissed the top of my head. As I sighed in relief, Diart spoke, making sure not to hurt my neck.

“But don’t get too close.”

I squirmed at his warning, which was a manifestation of his possessiveness. Diart, who had been holding me tightly in his arms, realized that I was trying to move away and released his grip. I turned my body with difficulty on the narrow sofa and faced Diart, who was looking down at me. His eyes, which had not yet lost their passion, were tinged with redness. One corner of my heart trembled at his unexpectedly handsome face.

“I just had a thought.”

I grinned as I cupped Diart’s cheeks with both hands.

“It seems like I really like you a lot.”

Seeing your possessiveness also feels endearing. Diart’s face, which had been blank, gradually broke into a smile. It was a harmless and bright smile that I had never seen before. His lips, which lightly brushed against the bridge of my nose, reached the corner of my eye. Diart, who had been silent for a while, whispered softly.

“Probably not more than I do.”

I laughed happily at his voice, filled with overwhelming emotions.