Chapter 169
Yasamin decided to move his wicked hands while he was at it. He was curious to see how much Siren would accept, how much she could endure, and also because he was slowly losing his reason.
Siren’s soft b*****s were right in front of him.
He wanted to suck and swallow them, but just looking was honestly agonizing.
“Since my lady has forgotten about our nights together….”
“Eep!”
“I suppose I’ll have to teach you again.”
The thin fabric was easily pulled down by the man’s hand.
He stripped her undergarments off in one go, savoring her pale b*****s with his eyes, and immediately smacked his lips.
Even if he tasted all the delicacies in the world, could anything compare to this? The finest goose down, wool, rabbit fur, or even clothes made of marten fur from the snowy fields, could they ever match the sensation of this feeling snugly in his palm?
He hummed in his throat, thoroughly enjoying the b*****s he was touching for the first time in a long while.
“Hnn, heung, ah…!”
Siren was the one suffering from it.
Her n*****s, e***t under his fiery hot palms, were slowly rolled. Each time he firmly grasped them, moans escaped her lips and her inner thighs tensed.
Not because she disliked it, but because it felt too good.
“Haa…….”
Yasamin slowly sighed and rubbed his lips against her neck.
She shuddered and trembled, then let the strength drain from her body as she felt her lower body becoming moist.
As she leaned against him, merely twitching, Yasamin chuckled and kissed her ear.
“Why, honey? Are you going crazy?”
“……!”
“We’ve done much more than this. How many times did we get intimate in the carriage?”
“Th, those words….”
It was too embarrassing.
Unable to look him in the eyes, she just nibbled on her lip, while Yasamin slowly sucked on her earlobe.
As he licked the inside of her ear along with his breath, it felt like a red wave was surging in her head.
‘I can’t think of anything.’
Her breathing grew rough and her breath hitched.
Her lower body tingled, as she was being pleasured with both n*****s being twisted and caressed at the same time, but not fully satisfied.
“Yasamin… Yasamin.”
As she clung to him, moaning, the man’s lips curled up. He looked satisfied, which was annoying, but she didn’t know how to ask for more.
Her years of living as a monster, not even human, let alone a goddess, were long.
She was receiving excessive treatment here, so those pains were slowly disappearing, but she still knew nothing.
“Siren.”
“Uuh…!”
“Since you’ve lost your memory, this is your ‘first’ time. We can’t do that here.”
He began speaking casually, showering her cheeks and bridge of her nose with kisses.
“So, tonight, when we return to the palace.”
He muttered words that seemed to be comforting himself or her, then bit her neck sharply.
The flesh being chewed was tearfully painful, but since he looked somewhat pleased after finally releasing his lips, she decided to endure the stinging pain.
“Let’s get down. We’re almost there. Can you walk?”
“…Yes….”
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you if you can’t walk.”
As she stepped out of the carriage, people were blushing as they looked at her. Some lowered their gaze, while others quickly turned their heads away.
Siren, not knowing why, found out the reason that night.
‘Wh, what is this!’
A mark that looked like a lip print was clearly left on her neck.
And it was blatantly obvious, in a position where anyone couldn’t help but notice it!
‘Ahhh, what do I do? Everyone will think I did something like that with Yasamin in the carriage.’
It’s not that she didn’t do anything, of course. But it’s not like she really did ‘something’ either!
Siren, realizing it only after looking in the mirror while changing clothes after her bath, sank down as if melting.
Her heart was pounding.
It wasn’t anxiety, it wasn’t fear, it wasn’t even… excitement.
‘Ahhh, I don’t know. What do I do?’
It’s all Yasamin’s fault. Yes, it is.
Siren, looking half tearful, buried her face in her hands.
She hadn’t drunk any alcohol today, thinking she might get drunk and not be able to do anything, but now that she was sober, it was even harder.
‘Wine… I need wine.’
Should she call Pamilla?
While she was hesitating, the door quietly opened.
Without a creaking sound. Then, without even a footstep, a man appeared.
Siren, seeing him through the mirror, didn’t know what to do.
Yasamin, wearing a loosely draped outfit that revealed his upper body muscles, stood at the entrance, staring at her blankly.
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