Chapter 28

The skirt was the same. He rolled it up around her waist and took off her panties. The fact that she wore panties tied at the sides was lucky for Julian. Well, even if that hadn’t been the case, he would have managed to remove them anyway.

In such a cramped space where it was difficult to even change positions, their bodies were pressed tightly together. With Julian’s leg in the middle, Beatrice’s legs were spread on either side.

Julian’s mischievous hands, rough and unrelenting, continued to target her weak spots. Her lower body was already overflowing, like a flood. If only it would end quickly—but he was deliberately controlling the stimulation so she wouldn’t reach her climax easily.

“Isn’t it strange, Beatrice? Why do we keep getting trapped in rooms where you can’t leave unless you cure the illness?”

Squish, squish. The lewd sound of his wet fingers rubbing against her soft walls echoed. Tormenting the moaning Beatrice, Julian voiced his thoughts.

“I think it’s because your illness hasn’t been completely cured yet, Beatrice. Am I wrong?”

“Hngh, w-wait…”

“Wait? If I keep going easy on you, your illness won’t heal quickly. So today, no mercy.”

“H-hi, hngh, n-no, I can’t…”

Her breathless, trembling moans tickled his ear.

She had no idea.

Right now, Julian was using all the patience he’d never needed in his life, restraining the urge to replace his fingers with something else inside her narrow opening.

Not something to brag about, but the women who had spent the night with him often said: Julian’s greatest charm wasn’t his looks, his family, or his wealth, but his skill in bed.

If he could thrust himself fully into the tight space that gripped just his finger, he could reach and press places deep inside that no finger could, giving Beatrice a pleasure she’d never felt before.

But as the one at a relative disadvantage in their relationship, Julian knew that if he did that, things with Beatrice would be over forever. He bit down and held onto his composure.

“Even though your illness isn’t getting better… You told me to go flirt with other women? Hm?”

“Hngh… n-no, I don’t want that…”

“If you want to go to another room, shouldn’t your illness get better faster, Beatrice?”

With her vision completely cut off, her sense of touch and hearing became overly sensitive. Every time his fingertips touched her, Beatrice’s waist twitched and moved back and forth. Her left br*ast was completely enveloped by Julian’s hand. Feeling the soft flesh spilling out, he kneaded her br*ast as if shaping dough. He could feel her hardened n*pple in his palm.

“Your n*pples are so hard, and you’re so wet down here… And you tell me to pay more attention to other women?”

“Julian…! S-stop, please…”

With her posture completely collapsed, Beatrice now leaned entirely on Julian. Burying her face in his shoulder, she shook her head and kept saying, stop, stop. After being trapped in the room so many times, Julian had learned that she shouted for him to stop even more strongly as she neared climax.

The squelching sound changed to a wet, slapping noise. Julian stopped his hand, just as she had asked.

“Beatrice.”

Beatrice, gasping for breath, did not answer, but Julian knew she was listening to him.

“Until your illness is cured, don’t tell me to get close to other people.”

Haah, haah. Beatrice was still breathing heavily.

“It’s not like you’re too exhausted to answer, is it? Hm? Or, would you give a more honest answer if I started again?”

“N-no…! I understand. I understand, so… please go slowly. My senses are so overwhelmed, it feels like my mind is turning to mush.”

‘Please. I’m begging you.’ Leaning against him, Beatrice repeated her plea several times.

She didn’t know. When she spoke like that, panting with her head resting on his shoulder, the breath that brushed Julian’s ear sounded strangely enticing.

Julian clenched his fist, suppressing his impulse, and spoke in as casual a tone as possible, as if it meant nothing.

“Then give me a kiss.”

As if there were no emotion mixed into the act.

In the darkness, Beatrice’s hand fumbled past Julian’s shoulder to his delicate ear. Her fingers traced along the line of his jaw as if exploring its curves. Finally, Beatrice’s thumb found its destination.

Soft lips. Warm, tender flesh met his, layered with desperate breaths. Flushed with warmth, Beatrice pressed her lips against Julian’s. His hand tightened around her waist.

Naturally, Beatrice parted her lips and welcomed the intruder. Just a year ago, or even half a year ago, she had felt awkward even speaking a single word to a man, but now, this much didn’t faze her.

After so many times climaxing in Julian’s hand, soaked and n*ked, she even felt grateful for his suggestion to return her feelings with a kiss.

Leaning against the wall, Julian slowly sat down. Beatrice’s legs had already lost strength, and she had been relying on Julian to hold her posture for a while now. As his position changed, Beatrice’s also shifted naturally.

Because the space was cramped, Julian’s long legs couldn’t fully extend, leaving his knees bent. Following that slope, Beatrice ended up sitting right above Julian’s lower abdomen.

‘…D*mn it.’

Julian tried to focus on kissing Beatrice, muttering inwardly.

Because of their position, Beatrice’s private area was aligned perfectly over his p*nis, as if it knew exactly where to go.

Briefs and trousers—two layers of cloth couldn’t hide the vivid sensation of her twitching. His p*nis throbbed up and down, a physiological reaction Julian could not control.

Troubling, yet not troubling.

If it were truly troubling, he could just avoid the situation. But the fact that he couldn’t was the most troubling part. Like reaching for a poisoned chalice despite knowing the danger, his instincts refused to stop rubbing himself against Beatrice’s secret place. The more he repeated it, the sharper and more intense the stimulation became.

Normally, he wouldn’t have dared to come so close. Just realizing he was touching ‘there’ was enough to make his p*nis swell as if it would burst. The threatening bulge seemed ready to break through his pants, constantly knocking against Beatrice’s delicate petals.

A strange moan escaped Beatrice’s lips.

She seemed to sense the new stimulation, something she hadn’t felt before.

‘D*mn.’

Julian, in order to distract Beatrice, did not break away from her lips and began to caress her chest.

Since he had given her a moment to rest, her chest had softened again, but after only a few strokes, the center quickly hardened and stood out once more.

Her faint moans, which had sounded as if something was strange, soon mixed with sweet, nasal sounds.

Her br*asts, now accustomed to a man’s touch, swelled at the ar*ola and became even more sensitive to stimulation. Each time his hand swept over her, Beatrice’s waist twitched and moved. It was truly like escaping a wolf only to meet a lion. She didn’t seem to realize she was moving her waist herself, but to Julian, in this moment, it was the most lascivious temptation of all.