Chapter 154
She’d been wrong. Some things couldn’t be judged until experienced firsthand.
Was it skill? Chemistry? She didn’t know. All she knew was that it felt good—so good she never wanted this moment to end.
Every time their lips parted, even slightly, the wet sound that followed was obscene.
The rhythm was flawless. He seemed to know her limits intimately, pushing her to the edge before giving her just enough respite—only to claim her mouth again.
His tongue expertly targeted weaknesses she didn’t even know she had, reducing her to a trembling mess.
Each flick against the roof of her mouth made her vision swim. Every teasing stroke beneath her tongue sent heat pooling lower. She could feel it—the slick warmth gathering inside, threatening to spill.
Ah… too good.
So good I might lose my mind.
Her lower abdomen clenched on its own.
Just a little friction—just a little more against that sensitive bud between her legs—and she’d be gone. The pleasure would surpass anything she’d ever given herself. But… she couldn’t. How could she do that in front of someone else?
Jaha clenched every muscle, forcing down the impulse. But he’d already noticed—the way her hips twitched, the damp heat she couldn’t hide.
“Shall I touch you?”
His whisper slithered against her ear as his hand trailed lower.
“Ask me to.”
Fingers, smooth as silk-gloved snakes, slid under her skirt. The moment they brushed her inner thigh, the last thread of her restraint snapped.
“P—Please… touch me.”
The instant permission left her lips, his broad hand dragged a slow, deliberate line over her soaked underwear. The unfamiliar pressure made her back arch violently, a broken gasp tearing free.
“W-Wait! This is too m-much—!
“No take-backs, Jaha.”
Rikanan gazed down at her flushed face, savoring it, before adding:
“I won’t let you go.”
Every protest was swallowed by his mouth. He kissed her like he’d devour every last breath, greedy and relentless, as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric.
The silk-clad pad of his thumb circled her c**t—perfectly, maddeningly—better than her own touch ever could.
Jaha’s legs trembled uncontrollably. Her underwear was drenched, slick with arousal.
He knows my body better than I do. No—it was as if her very flesh had been made for him. Every tiny movement of his sent shockwaves through her.
“Ah—! H-Hah…!”
The moment his lips left hers, his fingers flicked—
—and she shattered.
Collapsed on the bed, Jaha convulsed through the aftershocks, gasping. No lover, no solo pleasure, had ever made her feel like this.
Rikanan pressed a kiss to her forehead and pulled away. Then, with deliberate ease, he hooked a finger into her soaked underwear. When she instinctively clenched her thighs, he tutted softly.
“Wet clothes are bad for your health.”
“But… that…”
True, but couldn’t she just change when she was alone?
Before Jaha could fully process the thought, he seized the moment of hesitation and slid her underwear down to her ankles. Cupping her heel, he carefully removed it completely, then gently released her. After straightening her disheveled skirt, he pulled the blanket over her.
“I won’t force you, so don’t worry.”
His tone was calm as he adjusted the pillow behind her head, ensuring she was comfortable.
“I won’t do anything you dislike.”
Despite his tender expression, there was something shadowed in his eyes.
Jaha swallowed dryly.
‘It’s not that I dislike it…’
It was just too sudden—she hadn’t mentally prepared herself. Of course, she hadn’t planned on going that far, so if “like” meant consent and “dislike” meant refusal, then… technically, she did dislike it.
Her thoughts in turmoil, Jaha’s gaze drifted downward—and caught sight of Rikanan’s lower half. Even through his loosely fitted clothes, the bulge was unmistakable.
Was his outfit always designed to emphasize that area so much? Human anatomy didn’t naturally form such a… prominent outline, did it?
Regardless, it was clear he wasn’t in a state that could be easily ignored. Yet he showed no outward frustration, no pressure.
Then, quietly, he spoke again.
“Do you know how hard this is for a man? It aches like it might burst. And it’s your fault I ended up like this. So as my lover, you should take responsibility and help me out, don’t you think?”
Jaha recalled something an ex-boyfriend had once told her and hesitantly asked,
“U-um… are you going to be okay?”
“If I’m not okay, will you help me?”
Before she could react, Rikanan burst into laughter at her wide-eyed expression.
“I’ll take care of it myself, so just rest, Jaha.”
Leaving Jaha in a daze, he walked away. Only then did her face burn crimson. Take care of it himself—like that time she’d accidentally seen him…
“Jaha—nngh, ah…”
The memory of him on the bed, growling her name like a beast as he—
She shook her head violently and scrambled up.
After washing up in the bathroom, she collapsed back into bed, her mind and body finally clean. Exhaustion swallowed her whole, dragging her into the dark embrace of sleep.
The real problem came the next morning.
With a clear head, Jaha replayed the previous night’s events—and nearly screamed.
The kiss. Okay, fine, the kiss happened.
“Ask me to touch you.”
“P-Please… touch me.”
What in the world was I thinking?
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