Chapter 23

Beatrice, who was nothing if not innocent, truly believed this was a real illness. Given the sudden change in her body, it was natural for her to think so.

‘D*mn ancient magic. D*mn room. D*mn…’

“Julian?”

Julian rubbed his face with his hands. He found himself in a situation with Beatrice, who hadn’t even confessed her feelings, and it was as awkward as it was strangely not awkward. He cursed himself most of all.

“Is it happening right now, Beatrice?”

“Pardon? Oh, yes. It’s… it’s still happening.”

“…Listen carefully to what I’m going to say, Beatrice.”

At Julian’s serious words, Beatrice nodded.

“From now on, what happens is only to cure your illness… There’s absolutely no other meaning behind it.”

“Yes.”

“I mean this seriously. Last time, you said the same thing to me in that room. That what we did was only to leave the room, and nothing else.”

Beatrice nodded again. She thought she heard Julian mutter “d*mn” under his breath.

Beatrice quietly waited for Julian’s next words. Julian looked at Beatrice. She always wore that long, neat black skirt. He didn’t want to face the situation where he’d have to look under it, but his mouth went dry.

“Take off your skirt, Beatrice.”

“Pardon? W-what did you say?”

“I told you, there’s no other meaning except to cure your illness. Take off your skirt, Beatrice.”

“I-isn’t there another way?”

“If there were, I would have suggested it first. It’s awkward, but you need to take off your skirt. That’s the very first step.”

What kind of treatment required her to take off her skirt? The place only made it feel even more uncomfortable. It was the classroom where she attended lectures every week. Other than the dormitory, it was the space Beatrice was most familiar with. To take off her skirt here. To be told to take off her skirt.

But there was nothing else she could do. Beatrice trusted Julian. He wouldn’t say something like this for no reason.

Hesitating, Beatrice finally undid the buckle near her hip, pulled down the zipper. Her skirt slid from her waist, down her thighs, past her slender calves, and soon dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of the skirt, forming a neat ring on the floor, and hung it carefully over the back of her chair.

“From here, there are two ways. Both will be very embarrassing for you, Beatrice… One is more embarrassing but less painful, and the other is less embarrassing but might hurt a bit more.”

Beatrice naturally chose the first. What could be more embarrassing than sitting in front of Julian in just her underwear? But the next moment, she began to regret her choice.

“All right. Then take off your top as well.”

“What? J-Julian!”

“Either way, you’ll have to take off everything below. If it’s too much, you can choose the second method. Since it’s your first time, I hope you’ll choose the first so it won’t hurt as much.”

To take off ‘everything’ below. Beatrice unconsciously glanced down at her lower body. If ‘everything’ meant anything, it was only a single piece of cloth covering her most important place.

With a tearful face, Beatrice looked at Julian. But since she had already taken off her skirt, there was only one thing she could do.

Beatrice squeezed her eyes shut.

After all, she had undressed once before. Having done it once, doing it twice wouldn’t be more embarrassing.

Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse. She neatly folded it and hung it on the chair where she had placed her skirt. The underwear was similar to last time but with a different lace. The set, both top and bottom in a pale color, matched Beatrice’s snow-white skin, making her look even more innocent yet alluring.

“Come here, Beatrice.”

Julian, sitting in his chair, called Beatrice over. Hesitantly, Beatrice stepped towards him. Julian sat her on his lap. Unusually, he positioned her to face him, not in the same direction.

Julian embraced Beatrice’s back and, with one hand, unhooked her brassiere. In a swift motion, he skillfully removed her underwear. Her large, beautiful br*asts spilled out, freed from the confining garment.

Beatrice couldn’t react at all. Julian hugged her frozen body closer, gently pressing his lips to hers. Having experienced this before, Beatrice sensed Julian’s intention and parted her lips slightly.

Julian’s tongue invaded her mouth, entwining with hers. At the same time, Beatrice felt a strange tickling sensation in her right br*ast. This was also just like last time. Julian’s hand skillfully teased her n*pple. The plump, swollen n*pple quickly stood upright.

“Hnn… Mm…!”

A moaning sound escaped between their joined lips. Beatrice’s groans, sounding as if she were suffering, gradually turned sweeter. Her face, softened by the deep kiss, was a temptation for Julian.

“I noticed last time, too—Beatrice, your body is sensitive. If you melt so easily just from a kiss, it makes me expect even more.”

If they went all the way, what kind of face would she make then?

“There’s nothing different about what we’ve done so far. Kissing, even touching your chest, we’ve done it before. It’s okay, right?”

Of course it wasn’t okay, but Julian pressed Beatrice for an answer. He felt that, even if just for this, getting her consent would ease his guilt.

“Hnn…!”

“Answer me.”

Julian mischievously pinched her br*ast. As he rubbed her hardened n*pple, Beatrice’s body squirmed. With her mind in chaos from Julian’s demand for an answer, Beatrice nodded frantically.

“I-it’s fine! I-it’s fine, so, my chest, hn…!”

“I know. If I go too far, you might faint like last time. I’ll be careful. But Beatrice, you’ll have to endure well, until we cure your ‘illness.’”

Julian suppressed his own desires with all his strength. To Beatrice, it might have felt overwhelming, but for him, he was holding back the urge to pour out his passion onto her, desperately clinging to reason.

Julian, lifting Beatrice—who was already half lost in the sensations—spoke to her.

“Do you see? There’s a round mark left where you were sitting, Beatrice.”

With dazed eyes, Beatrice looked at his thigh. On the black trousers, there was a perfectly round stain, as if something wet had been spilled.

Julian’s hand moved to Beatrice’s lower body. He gently stroked the outside of her underwear. Beatrice, startled, reflexively squeezed her thighs together, but it was already too late.

“Your underwear is so wet that it soaked through to my pants.”

Beatrice bit her lip. But biting her lip didn’t make the voice she heard disappear. Julian pulled Beatrice’s underwear down. With that, the last piece of cloth covering her body was gone.

Beatrice’s n*ked body—Julian hadn’t expected to see it like this, but it was enough to captivate his eyes. Her br*asts, pressed tight by underwear and hidden behind her blouse, were voluptuous. Her slender waist contrasted with her hips. Her radiant skin, faint and sparse body hair, the curve from her plump thighs to her slender calves—there was nothing that wasn’t perfect.

And yet, such an alluring body, so sensitive to pleasure. It made Julian’s mouth go dry.