No Entry Except for the Master - Chapter 47

“You’re the one who did wrong, Teia!”

Lily transformed into her human form and shouted, her voice filled with injustice. Even in her human form, her legs still looked frail enough to be broken with one hand. Teia laughed mockingly at her retreating posture and yanked her ankle hard.

“Ah!”

With a short cry, Lily was dragged down. Teia flipped her over in an instant. Crossing both her ankles, he held them with one hand and bent them tightly until they touched her thighs. Face-down with her legs bent back, Lily couldn’t even struggle as she buried her face in the sheets. The pain in her ankles was sharp, like being sliced by a blade, and her mind blurred.

“What exactly did I do wrong?”

Teia whispered slyly into her ear. With his free hand, he brushed her hair aside and sank his teeth into her pale nape.

“You even threw away the gift I gave you… just like that…”

More than the pain in her legs, that realization made her start to cry. Teia, who had been leaving red marks across her neck and shoulders, paused as Lily began to sob outright. She buried her face into the sheets and poured out her sorrow without even looking at him.

“You didn’t even come find me before the party… sniff… When we used to sleep, you always carried me to the bedroom too… and now you forgot that!”

Teia narrowed his eyes. What was this rabbit even saying? Every complaint she listed sounded unbelievably petty—being late for tea, not walking in the garden together. Her grievances eventually circled back to the birthday gift.

The crux of it was: even if he wanted to make a good impression at the matchmaking party, how could he carelessly throw away a gift she gave?

“Lily.”

Teia gently let go of the ankles he had been gripping so hard. Then, he turned her face toward him so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. Her tear-streaked face was red and raw from rubbing against the sheets.

“Do you like me?”

Hic. Lily swallowed her sobs. Shocked by the question, her body began to hiccup violently. Her gaze trembled, and her shoulders jerked up with each hiccup.

“If you’re going to deny it, at least shake your head. Otherwise, it really seems like you do. Don’t you think?”

Teia’s lips touched her tear-stained face in many places. With loud smooches, he kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, both cheeks, her lips, and her swollen eyes. As his kisses continued, Lily’s stiff expression crumbled again, and she burst into fresh tears.

Teia lifted Lily and sat her on his thigh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, hiding her expression. But the tears soaking his clothes and her trembling body betrayed her emotions.

Teia embraced her waist and gently patted her back. Having someone to comfort her only made the tears come harder, and Lily showed no signs of stopping. From Teia’s point of view, her tearful face was even more endearing—he was satisfied.

“It wasn’t thrown away. A servant made a mistake. I found it and put it back where it belongs.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah. And even if it had been thrown away, why would that be my fault?”

He cupped her face in both hands and gently pulled her away from his chest. As a tear dropped, Teia lightly licked it away with his tongue. The rest of the tears gathered at the corners of her eyes were stolen with kisses.

Teia smiled brightly, and Lily stared at him in a daze, as if enchanted.

“At times like that, you should have begged. Ask me not to throw it away. Not run off like a spoiled brat.”

His lips brushed hers softly. His breath gently warmed her swollen lips. Lilith’s lips parted, and a desperate little tongue peeked out. Teia barely held back a smile as he drew her tongue in, pulling her deeper into the kiss.

Two tongues tangled messily, and pooled saliva trickled past their lips. The slick, wet sound seeped into the entwined red flesh, coiling around each other like snakes.

Teia stabbed her tongue into Lilith’s mouth as if driving herself inside her, teasing the tender inner walls with sharp little prods. Every time Lilith’s delicate mucous membranes trembled, Teia’s hot breath rushed in.

“If you keep clinging to me like this, I might just start paying attention to you.”

“Hng… D-Don’t… throw me away.”

Lilith panted with intoxicated breaths, begging Teia just as she had been told. Her arms should have ached by now, but her small hands clung desperately to the back of Teia’s neck.

“Mhm. Good girl. Keep going.”

“Stay… stay with me at night…”

Hah. Teia buried her face between Lilith’s b*****s. She smelled stronger than usual—maybe from sweating while being chased by men. With heaving shoulders, she inhaled deeply, drinking in the thick scent again and again.

Even in the dark, Lilith’s snow-white naked body seemed to glow vividly in Teia’s eyes. Exhaling a shallow breath, Teia slowly trailed her tongue downward from the valley of her chest, savoring her taste.

“Ah—hng…”

An unripe moan spilled out, breaking apart. As Lilith’s arched back, the muscles in her waist tensed against Teia’s forearm.

Aside from her arms and ankles, small red marks from being kicked and dragged across the floor still remained. Disliking the traces left by others, Teia obsessively licked and bit the wounds, covering them with new tokens of passion.

Each time her tongue touched the injuries, sharp pain and masochistic pleasure tormented Lilith. She was already addicted to the dangerous sensation—even if her body shattered, she knew she could never leave him.