Mr. Kadan in the Deep Forest - Chapter 12 - 2. The Depth of Connection

Hah, hah.

Kadan panted heavily as he looked around. It seemed he had run all the way to the entrance of the forest. Despite the cold weather, his body felt hot. Sweat poured down like rain, but the heat wouldn’t subside.

Whether it was because he had run this far or because of Luna, he wasn’t sure.

Kadan leaned against a wooden post, staring at the cloth he held in his hand. The fabric, which had wrapped around Luna’s wet body, still carried her scent.

“Ha, hoo.”

Blood rushed to his lower body again. His arousal strained fully against his pants, threatening to burst free.

Has Luna noticed? Would she look at him with disdain? Countless worries flooded his mind, but amidst the chaos, the clearest image was Luna’s golden eyes.

Kadan tilted his head back, gazing at the moon rising between the tall trees. The moon, glowing the same color as Luna’s eyes, illuminated the night.

If it rained, would the moon look wet? It might resemble Luna’s eyes even more. Kadan pressed the cloth to his nose, inhaling deeply as he gripped his hardened length.

The shaft, slick with liquid, glistened. Hah, haah. Kadan’s breath grew ragged as he stroked himself up and down. With every movement, Luna’s face flashed before his eyes. He wanted to thrust into her small, red lips, between her snow-white thighs, and lose himself in her. The desire made his heart race.

<‘Kadan.’>

When she called his name, her small, red tongue would peek out between her white teeth before disappearing. Did she know how sweetly her voice stirred his excitement?

“Luna.”

Luna. Luna. Kadan whispered her name cautiously in the empty forest. The name he couldn’t properly say in her presence flowed naturally during this filthy act. Each time he uttered it, his throbbing member twitched and strained harder.

“Luna, ngh!”

The swollen tip erupted, releasing thick streams of white. His abs tensed visibly, trembling with each pulse.

“Haa.”

Kadan exhaled deeply and ran a hand through his hair. Regret pooled in the furrow of his brow. He must be insane, indulging in such depravity over a small, helpless woman.

He wiped himself with the cloth, though his size showed no sign of diminishing. The scent of her on the fabric now mingled with his own. His greedy member with veins bulging, stood rigidly, reaching almost to his navel.

‘Damn it.’

A curse he’d once heard from the villagers slipped into his thoughts. Kadan gripped himself again, repeating the motions. His mind, unable to erase Luna, was clouded with a hazy fog.

It seemed he wouldn’t be returning to the cabin before the night was over.

1. 1. 1. The Depth of Connection

“Ka… Kadan.”

A sweet voice echoed in his ears. The same voice that had driven him wild with desire all night now visited him in his dreams. How many times had he relived this voice? He couldn’t even remember.

The only proof of his actions was the overwhelming scent of arousal that filled the forest entrance, overpowering even the smell of trees. Kadan, who had experienced wet dreams but never indulged in self-pleasure, was bewildered by this change in himself.

“Are you okay?”

The voice called out again. If he opened his eyes, this vivid voice would disappear. Kadan kept his eyes closed and slipped his hand into his pants. His arousal showed no signs of subsiding. Slowly, he stroked himself from tip to base.

“Ka… Kadan?”

The more the familiar voice called him, the faster his hand moved. Kadan pictured Luna’s face. He imagined her looking up at him, her long lashes fluttering, as her beautiful face was tainted by him. His swollen member leaked pre-liquid, which seeped between his fingers and the shaft, making lewd, squelching sounds.

“Luna… ngh!”

His climax came neither too quickly nor too slowly. His thick abs tensed visibly as he let out a low groan.

After a night of indulgence, he expected his release to be minimal. But it wasn’t this little. There should have been at least a few drops splattered on his hand and clothes, yet he felt nothing.

Something was off.

Kadan slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a cluster of fir trees blanketed in snow. The morning sun filtering through the high branches was blinding, making him squint.

This was the scene he woke up to after falling asleep at the forest entrance last night. He clutched his throbbing head and slowly sat up, only to freeze.

Luna’s face came into view, one eye scrunched up. She was crouched beside him, wearing the white dress he had given her.

“…Luna?”

Her face was dotted with streaks of milky fluid. It was on her red lips, her soft cheeks, and even her closed eyelids. Just as he had imagined, her beautiful face was now completely sullied by him.

Kadan stared at her, mesmerized, before frantically scrambling to wipe her face with his hands. How, how did she get here? Kadan scrambled to wipe her face. The slippery texture confirmed it was his release.