Chapter 20
“Haah.”
He stroked the length that drooped down from its heavy weight, and it quickly became hard. He gripped the shaft and felt around the woman’s lips with his other hand.
Her tightly closed lips were moist and smooth. But that alone wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He gently stroked the slit between her lips, then suddenly pushed his finger inside. Recognizing the intruder, her lips pursed together and the wet mucous membrane wrapped around his finger without any gaps.
“Haa.”
The hand stroking his now fully e***t member gradually quickened. In contrast to the woman’s mouth, his member was lukewarm. Even that was just cold flesh barely warmed by friction.
Even though he had crossed over to the human realm and was pretending to be human, his essence hadn’t changed. Demon blood was cold. Just because it was the same red color didn’t make it the same as human blood. Perhaps that was why. Even the excitement that surged hotly from somewhere below his stomach couldn’t warm his corpse-like body.
‘Maybe that’s why it’s even more exciting.’
Bezel softly frowned, the skin around his eyes flushed with a rush of blood. Maybe because hand was cold, the heat coming from the woman’s mouth felt even hotter.
He withdrew his finger, now warmed by the woman’s body heat, and bent down to slide his tongue into the empty space. When he gently coaxed out the woman’s tongue that lay quietly, a pained moan escaped from deep inside her throat.
“Mmph…”
“You’re sensitive.”
Bezel, who had been nibbling and rubbing the soft flesh with his lips, traced the curve of her chest with his soaked index finger. His index finger, trailing over the mound that had become gentle from lying down, reached the slightly raised peak.
“Mmm.”
Even in sleep, her body trembled at his touch. He had noticed from the moment she moaned just from having her tongue rubbed, but she seemed to have a body that felt things easily.
Bezel sucked Eden’s tongue with a slurping sound before releasing it, then moved his saliva-slicked lips to her ear.
“You know, Eden? This body gets wet so easily.”
With his finger, he pressed and rubbed the n****e hidden beneath her pajamas.
“And they squeeze just as well.”
The n****e that had been lying flat gradually swelled, unable to resist the stimulation. Bezel circled the protruding peak with his fingertip while rubbing his thumb on his glans in the same direction.
“Haa… Hng.”
It was lamentable that he could only make sounds this quiet for fear of waking Eden. If he had his way, he wanted to pour sticky moans into the woman’s ear while shoving his tongue into her narrow ear canal. Or suck hard on this small earlobe until it made slurping sounds.
The small protrusion had now become the perfect size to touch and was clustered hard.
Bezel pinched the n****e between his thumb and index finger, and twisted it. He pressed, rubbed, and occasionally flicked it with just the right force, observing Eden’s squirming reactions.
“Haah.”
Seeing her groan and twist her waist aroused a strange sadistic impulse. Even if he couldn’t do it now, someday he wanted to thrust into her until those gently lowered eyelashes were completely soaked.
When he removed his hand that had been tormenting her n****e, the saliva that had been stickily coating it stretched and formed thin threads before breaking.
Her thin pajamas were soaked with saliva and clung to her as if they were one with her n****e.
She wore black clothes during the day, and somehow even this woman’s pajamas were pitch black too.
“Quite consistent with the concept.”
If they had been white, he could have seen the color of her n*****s. Bezel clicked his tongue as if disappointed and lowered his lips that had been hovering around her ear. He traced with his tongue the path his hand had taken earlier, climbing over the mound.
The moment he poked the peak with the sharply pointed tip of his tongue, the sleeping woman’s waist jerked.
“Mmh…”
Bezel froze with his tongue still sticking out. Wondering if she might have woken up, he only raised his eyes to check Eden’s face, but her eyes remained peacefully closed.
“Ha.”
Along with relief, a thrilling sensation climbed up his spine. This precarious situation of almost being caught made him burn even hotter.
Bezel began to earnestly take her n****e in his mouth and caress it. He crushed the hard protrusion with his tongue, coiled around it, rolled it, and stimulated it by digging into the center.
“Ahng… Mm.”
Eden’s lips, which had closed again after the kiss ended, parted softly. The woman, who had been breathing heavily, pushed his shoulder with her right hand as if she couldn’t bear it anymore.
Through the successive kisses, her curse had improved to the point where the black spots were barely visible.
The back of her hand, now clean, was white and transparent enough for blue veins to show through.
“Rather than gripping a sword.”
Bezel gave the woman’s n****e one last gentle bite before raising his upper body. Spitefully, he grabbed her hand that was pushing him away and pulled it downward.
“This hand would be more suited to gripping something else.”
Unlike the clean-looking back of her hand, the inside of her palm was a mess of calluses. Befitting someone who handled swords and fired guns, her fingers were hard in various places.
The hand that had traveled down Bezel’s shirt reached the waistband of his open pants. Bezel overlapped his hand with hers and made her grip his member.
Something like this, for instance.
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