Chapter 64
With a whatever-goes mindset, Eden just watched what Bezel was doing. But this, this was going too far even for him. He went ahead and pressed his lips to her hole and sucked. He even shoved his tongue inside and curled it, scooping out her pooled arousal.
“Nngh….”
And it was Eden who suffered for it, as always. She groaned at the ticklish sensation and twisted her hips. But as soon as she realized that the more she squirmed, the more persistent his tongue became, she pressed her waist down into the sheets with all her might.
Bezel had been frantically drinking up her arousal like a man who had found water in a desert, and only lifted his head after licking up every last drop that had soaked her perineum and thighs. He wore a satisfied smile, like a man who had just feasted.
“The taste is as excellent as the smell.”
“I don’t know why you’d eat that… but I’m glad it was delicious.”
At this point, she had resigned herself to whatever happened. Her answer must have amused him, because Bezel let out a snickering laugh. He reined in his laughter and sat up, then shuffled toward Eden on his knees.
‘What’s he trying to do now?’
As Eden watched him with half-exhausted, half-exasperated eyes, he spread his knees and placed his fully e***t c**k on top of her thigh.
“…….”
Eden stared at the monstrosity for a moment, then flinched in shock and shoved at the sheets with her feet. The thing that had been resting on her thigh, heavy enough to press into the flesh, dropped with a thud before springing back up from the rebound.
The sight of it shooting up, bobbing up and down as if about to reach the man’s stomach, was unsettling. No, that damn c**k was completely outrageous from its size and shape alone.
Thicker than her wrist, veins bulging along the shaft, angled with a slight upward curve. Just looking at it made her throb down below, as if she had already been scraped raw by that member.
“I-isn’t it about time I woke up from this dream?”
No matter how sexually frustrated she was, she had no confidence in taking that thing inside her. Being toyed with by his fingers was more than enough. Going any further than this would be a nightmare. Her lower half would be impaled, and she would be put through torturous agony.
But just like the nightmares she had been having recently, this nightmare too was not something she could escape through sheer willpower alone.
“Not yet. You can’t expect me to be the only one giving and call it a night, can you?”
Bezel answered chillingly and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her down. Eden’s s*x and his member pressed flush together with a smack. Just from having him pressed against her down there, her tense inner walls involuntarily clenched.
“N-No!”
Eden shook her head frantically in a fear greater than any she had felt facing a demon. Maybe because she shook her head so much, her stomach, still full of alcohol, suddenly flipped.
“Urk.”
Eden dry-heaved and clamped her hands over her mouth.
“…Eden?”
Bezel’s brow slowly furrowed.
“Don’t tell me.”
Before his words finished, Eden bolted upright.
“Bwaaaargh!”
Bezel’s mouth dropped open in horror. That sight was the last thing Eden saw before everything went black.
***
Aren’t there days like that? When you wake up and feel exceptionally clear-headed and refreshed, as if you had slept deeply. For Eden, today was exactly that kind of day.
If there was one thing bothering her, it was last night’s dream. Nightmares were something she always had, so she could brush them off, but a wet dream was a different story.
In the dream, Eden had writhed through a climax she had never experienced in her life. The sensation had been so vivid that she had checked the sheets the moment she woke up. But of course, the sheets were perfectly clean without a single drop of moisture.
Well, naturally. A sensation that intense couldn’t actually exist. And it was just as absurd that a kind man like Bezel had pinned her resisting self down by force and toyed with her.
That was exactly the problem. That the other person was Bezel. Of all the men in the world, why did the subject of her wet dream have to be the person she lived with?
But a dream was just a dream, and there was no reason to distance herself from someone over something that hadn’t actually happened.
“Good morning.”
Eden greeted him as if nothing was wrong and sat down at the table. It hadn’t even been that long since she started living with Bezel, yet eating the breakfast he made had already become the routine that marked the start of her day.
“Yeah. Good morning.”
For some reason, Bezel answered in a drained voice and placed a plate with a sandwich in front of her.
Today’s menu was an arugula sandwich with sliced boiled eggs and thinly sliced tomatoes. Considering the alcohol she drank the night before, it wasn’t exactly a suitable menu for a hangover, but instead of complaining, Eden took a big bite of the sandwich.
Oh, but her stomach felt better than expected. She had felt it from the moment she woke up, but her condition seemed surprisingly good for someone who had knocked back that much alcohol and gone to sleep.
“Did my tolerance go up? That’s weird.”
“Huh.”
The moment she spoke, a low, hollow laugh was heard. Eden, who had been chewing her sandwich, met Bezel’s eyes.
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