Chapter 16
“Young master, are you accustomed to such things?”
“Do I seem accustomed?”
“You don’t seem unskilled.”
“My. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
So did that mean he was accustomed, or not?
“Don’t worry. I’m not so promiscuous as to go around getting hard for just anyone.”
The words, which sounded like a self-defense, dispersed the taut atmosphere, and Luirene found herself laughing. Hitaon’s gaze didn’t leave her smile.
The fingers that had been caressing her earlobe traced down her cheek and brushed the corner of her mouth. A touch driven by curiosity as immense as her own, continuing its exploration. Luirene lifted her innocent eyes.
“Do you want to kiss me?”
“What if I bite you? Why would you ask something like that?”
“Actually, what I said earlier was a lie.”
“A lie?”
“That I’d never been curious…”
Whether it was the disposition of youth or a fantasy about the forbidden. Things adults said not to do always seemed to make one want to do them more.
There were many kinds of love. It included pure love, but also carnal desire. In the world Luirene had built through books, that was an inviolable territory, impossible to imagine without experience.
You and your boundless curiosity have always been a problem. Remembering the scolding Old Man Hopper used to toss at her like a habit, Luirene lowered her eyes. Interpreting the gesture as a signal of consent, Hitaon grasped her chin without hesitation and kissed her.
The first kiss ended so lightly it was almost anticlimactic. A bird kiss, passing by barely, as if birds had brushed beaks.
The second kiss began when the carriage, which had been stationary for a while, lurched forward.
Hitaon pushed her against the wall and tilted his head. This time was different. From the start, her lip was drawn in, sucked roughly. The tip of his tongue licked the corner of her mouth, loosening the tension, and the moment a gap formed in her ticklish defense, he slipped his tongue inside.
Their tongues mingled in the narrow space. Startled by his unexpectedly aggressive momentum, Luirene curled up and grabbed his collar. Hitaon’s hand, meanwhile, traveled downward. It traced down her arm and pulled her waist against him.
Suck, slurp. The sounds of them eagerly exploring each other filled the carriage. Whenever the carriage’s jolting made him roughly jab her mucous membrane or bite her lip, a thrilling sensation crashed over her, making her whole body tingle.
Hitaon licked her upper lip with his pointed tongue. In that same motion, he traveled inside and rubbed the roof of her mouth. Overwhelmed with unbearable ticklishness, Luirene flailed her arms, and he laughed, rubbing his tongue against her.
“Haah.”
“Mnn, ngh.”
He softly overlapped their small, warm tongues, sucking with wet, smacking sounds. She could feel her heartbeat, faster than usual. It throbbed all the way behind her ears. Luirene’s breath grew increasingly ragged.
“Young mas… ngh.”
She pushed weakly, but Hitaon seized the nape of her neck and pressed their lips deeper together. His broad tongue pinned hers down, then wrapped around it and pulled it up, playing with it as he pleased. Saliva had already overflowed her lips—just the friction of their mouths together was so wet it gave her goosebumps.
This wasn’t the romantic, fairy-tale act Luirene had imagined. It was instinctive thrashing, the kind of mindless devouring of a starving person. A shudder she felt she could never forget even if she tried pierced deep into her stomach and pulsed.
Everything was unfamiliar. The way her back kept curving inward, the way her heart twisted and pounded loudly.
Hitaon’s tongue wasn’t satisfied with stirring her mucous membrane—it pressed in dangerously, as if trying to probe all the way to her uvula. Unable to bear it, Luirene turned her head as if pushing him away and coughed.
“Hah, ha.”
Saliva and breath tangled messily; she exhaled several short gasps. Her lips were swollen red, thinly smeared with Hitaon’s saliva. He gently soothed her trembling frame, her chest heaving.
“You need to breathe through your nose.”
“Hah. I’m just… not used to it.”
“You’ll get better with practice.”
As if intending to teach her himself, Hitaon pressed their lips together and bit. Luirene let out a muffled moan and closed her eyes. The lingering sensation made it hard to refuse.
There was the overwhelm of a first experience, but more than that, she wanted to prolong the thrilling chill she’d felt earlier. Sparks in her head, electricity flowing through her palms—this feeling was like nothing she’d ever known.
From that day on, her meetings with the young master changed completely.
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