Chapter 110
“Y-you can… do it.”
When she relaxed her body and spoke in a small voice, it almost seemed like something began to glow somewhere. Startled, Fay opened her eyes and saw his golden eyes shining in the darkness.
They weren’t faintly glowing. They were bright. Just like the first day they met, when those terrifying eyes flashed in the mist.
Fay stared at them with her lips slightly parted. Back then they had frightened her so much she wanted to run away. But now, even though they burned with intensity as they looked at her, she wasn’t afraid.
“Do you remember when I said you still scared me a little?”
“…I do.”
His weak reply made the corner of Fay’s lips curl upward. She felt a little sorry for him, as if he’d been hurt—but she still couldn’t help smiling.
Don’t be scared! He’s your invoked! If you don’t control him, who will? Are you going to run to Virelda for help again?
No matter how much she tried to encourage herself, her body still instinctively resisted him. Or else she ended up acting overbearing like yesterday, thinking she had to stand above him.
Of course, she would be lying if she said it wasn’t satisfying to see him flustered and desperate. But she couldn’t treat him like that every day. Eventually both of them would grow exhausted.
Fay wanted him to long for her, but not to feel anxious about it. She wanted them to get along.
“I think I’ve gotten a bit braver in just one day.”
“Braver? What does that mean?”
“It means… simply put, I’ve grown into a witch who isn’t afraid of her familiar.”
“You’ve grown quite a lot.”
“Right? If you understand, congratulate me.”
Fay lifted her head and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. She pulled back after a brief touch, then leaned in again and ran her tongue lightly across his upper lip. His mouth soon opened in response.
But when she tried to deepen the kiss, those bright golden eyes were distracting. He was staring at her wide-eyed in surprise.
Maybe he wasn’t a jellyfish or a sea anemone after all. Maybe he was a rabbit.
Fay snorted softly at the thought. Rabbits didn’t have tentacles, but still.
“Close your eyes. You’re terrible at the basics of kissing.”
His wide eyes were cute, but now wasn’t the time. Muttering in complaint, she covered his eyes with her hand. He made a strange sound—something between an “ah” and an “uh”—as if flustered.
Soon he adjusted to having his eyes covered and parted his lips obediently.
Fay liked the way he simply waited for her kiss. Feeling a strange throbbing low in her stomach, she deepened the kiss.
“Fay.”
A rough groan slipped from the man who had been quietly accepting her kisses. It seemed he could no longer stay still. Even though he couldn’t see, his searching hands found their way between her legs.
She was already wet. When he slipped two fingers inside, the sticky walls tightened around them.
As he slowly rubbed inside, he murmured in admiration.
“I can’t tell whether this stickiness is yours or the c*m I left inside yesterday.”
“W-watch your words…!”
Fay gasped in shock at his choice of words and pulled her hand away from his eyes.
Seizing the moment, Alnazir pushed her down and climbed over her, pinning her beneath him.
He spread her legs and guided himself to her entrance. With a small push, he slid in all the way at once.
“I reached the deepest part in one go. Can I finish inside you again like this?”
“Ah… that feels good. W-wait… what did you just say? You’re going to do it inside again?”
“Yeah.”
Alnazir showered her cheeks and lips with kisses, as if he wouldn’t stop until she gave permission.
Fay felt her heart flutter at his mischievous behavior. He usually answered curtly with “Right.” Hearing him say “Yeah” like this was oddly surprising, almost as if he were trying to act cute.
“Even if you suddenly start acting c-cute, I’m not that easy to sway.”
“Acting cute?”
Alnazir tilted his head as if he had no idea what she meant. Then he slowly smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear.
“It seems I must look rather cute in your eyes.”
“…No. Not really.”
“Don’t deny it if it makes you happy. Because I can’t stand how cute you are either.”
“……”
“But if you really don’t want to, I’ll hold back. Being hated by the witch I love would be worse than anything.”
He wants to, but being hated is something he must avoid.
His sulky expression was clearly an act. His brows were lowered as if dejected, but one corner of his mouth was lifted.
The expression of someone pretending to be weak and pitiful, while knowing she wouldn’t push him away.
Fay thought it was a shallow trick, yet the words telling him to get off wouldn’t come out.
Because she knew that the part about not wanting to be hated by her was truthful.
As her anger and hurt faded, a stronger wave of affection seemed to rush in like the tide. Even when she tried to resist, her foolish heart kept pounding.
“…Ah, I don’t even know anymore. Just do it!”
Unable to bear her racing heart any longer, Fay squeezed her eyes shut and shouted.
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