Chapter 61
“Wh-what, what are you doing!”
Eden panicked and frantically tried to get up. Bezel, who had been staring with wide, unblinking eyes, slowly furrowed his brow. Tsk, he clicked his tongue and caught Eden’s calves as they slipped down.
“…So I’ve been caught.”
The small murmur didn’t reach Eden’s ears. Startled, Eden shook her legs to throw off his hands. But Bezel’s grip was formidable. He wrapped his large hands around Eden’s calves and folded her knees up, pressing them down so she could not resist.
Bezel stood up from the floor and leaned forward, as if mounting her. His weight added to her already pinned legs, and her hips lifted off the bed as if her body would fold in half. She tried to kick him, tried to shake off his hands, but it was no use. For Eden, who had rarely lost in a contest of strength, it was extremely embarrassing.
“B-Bezel! Get off. What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?”
His soft smile alone was carefree, as if mocking the flustered Eden.
She had no idea what was going on. Even as she tried to think, her mind was foggy, still half-asleep and thick with alcohol.
‘Ah, wait. Alcohol! Is alcohol the problem?’
Unable to make sense of the situation, Eden’s mind finally chose to flee from reality.
Maybe she was still dreaming. If so, then it would make sense that this kind, gentle man had his face pressed against her down there, and that he was pinning her down with outrageous strength.
The kiss they had shared the other night must have left quite an impression. Seeing as she was dreaming of this man right away, simply from getting drunk like that night.
Thinking that all of this was just a dream, her pounding heart slowly settled back into place.
Having a dirty dream was far better than watching her parents die again. She felt a bit sorry for having a wet dream about a man who had no idea, but as long as she kept her mouth shut, Bezel would never know and never be bothered by it.
“For a dream, this is quite realistic.”
Eden glanced at her leg, throbbing from how hard he had gripped it, and let all the strength drain from her body. At her reaction, Bezel’s eyebrow shot up.
“…A dream?”
“To think I’d have a wet dream at nearly thirty when I never even had one at twenty. Well, whatever. Go ahead. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, though.”
Feeling much more at ease, Eden tilted her chin up provocatively. It had been a long time since she was cursed and took a break from dating. Her body, too, had been forced into celibacy.
She had been thinking lately that she felt sexually frustrated. Things like constantly picturing his impressive c**k whenever she looked at Bezel, or feeling a dull heat low in her stomach every time he kissed her.
If she could relieve that frustration even in a dream, she had no complaints. And it would leave no trace, which made it all the better.
“A wet dream… well, if that’s how you want to see it, I’m grateful.”
Bezel muttered to himself and scoffed. His lips, curved up on one side in a mocking smirk, looked unfamiliar.
If anything, it only made Eden more certain that this was a dream. The Bezel she knew would never smile like that. He always wore a bright, open expression that lit up everything around him.
“Then, may I finish what I was doing?”
Bezel pulled off her soaked underwear and tossed it to the floor. Her drenched s*x was left fully exposed, and she felt a chill.
Even if it was a dream, it was embarrassing to have her most intimate parts fully exposed. Eden hastily squeezed her thighs together to cover herself. But Bezel wouldn’t let her hide. He grabbed her calves and folded them back up just as before, then stared openly at her exposed s*x.
“Are you excited, Eden? Your lower parts are twitching.”
“…Ngh.”
“And you’re dripping like this too…”
A cool breath brushed between her thighs and dissipated. Each time Bezel’s breath touched her, Eden clenched and unclenched her entrance without meaning to.
Her entrance tingled. Whatever he had been doing to her before she woke from her previous dream, her s*x was already so thoroughly slick that it needed no further preparation.
A soft, wet tongue licked at her fluttering entrance. Startled by the sudden assault, Eden’s hips jerked up sharply.
“Mmm. You need to stay still.”
Bezel hooked her legs over his shoulders and pressed down on her stomach with his freed hand. He pushed her lifted hips back against the bed and began working his tongue in earnest.
Perhaps because it was a dream, his tongue felt cool in a way that was unreal as it circled her entrance. Then he stiffened the tip and slowly pushed inside, little by little.
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