Chapter 7
Theticia’s legs curled in before she could stop them. The heat was unbearable.
‘My body… something’s wrong…!’
Even though she tried not to tense up, a tight strain pulled from her tailbone to her lower abdomen. It was exactly like the day she first attended a social gathering. Struggling to speak to anyone, she had downed too much aperitif and her whole body had flushed with heat, her head spinning.
“Hh… Hhhaa…!”
Each breath pulled out sounds she didn’t mean to make. His thick tongue stirred her delicate mouth, as if trying to smear her fluids into every corner. Wherever the firm tip of his tongue touched, sharp, stinging jolts of pleasure-pain followed.
With her knees giving way, Theticia desperately clung to Asmod’s forearm. As their lips finally parted, she gasped for air.
“Haa… ahh…”
Her whole body tingled as if seized by cramps. The heat that had surged to the top of her head left her vision unfocused, and her toes curled tightly. A calm, observing gaze settled over her.
“We haven’t even begun yet… You must be highly receptive to mana.”
“R-receptive to mana? I’ve never heard that before.”
Panting, Theticia asked back, and his elegant fingers tapped her cheek like piano keys. He had only let a bit of mana flow through her mucous membranes, yet Theticia’s body surged like a spinning waterwheel.
Pure, untainted mana overflowed from her small frame.
“Beautiful. It makes me wonder how you’ve remained untouched until now.”
He praised the mana reflected within her, and Theticia, taking it as praise of herself, trembled with a flutter. Her pale pink ears flushed a deep crimson.
“Ah, it’s because of the chronic condition I mentioned earlier.”
Theticia replied, covering her face as if making an excuse.
Even the lightest flirtations from gentlemen in society always passed her by. If they so much as brushed bare skin during a handshake, people of all ages would recoil in shock.
– “Miss Pelloni is a remarkable beauty, but for some reason, I don’t want to get close to her.”
– “Honestly, even brushing hands with you gives me goosebumps. No one would ask you to dance, but if they do, you should decline.”
Even her half-blooded twin siblings loathed touching her. She couldn’t recognize others, and even if someone was drawn to her thanks to her good looks, they couldn’t overcome the discomfort she gave them.
“People… people find it unpleasant to touch me…”
Theticia added, exhaling a warm breath. Through the gaps in her fingers, she looked up. Asmod wore a meaningful smile. Then, as if to show her, he clasped the hand that had been covering her face and kissed it.
“Is that so? I don’t find it unpleasant at all. Perhaps it’s because I’m not so weak.”
Those brilliant gemstone eyes reflected Theticia’s flushed face. The confidence in his tone sent her already racing heart pounding even harder.
Asmod wrapped his hands around Theticia’s waist, as if gauging its size. Her small chest was endearingly dainty. Beneath her soft skin, mana pulsed deliciously. His sweet voice whispered in satisfaction.
“There is a reason for everything. Even you coming here must have been fated.”
An unexpected gentle response painted Theticia’s cheeks a soft rose.
This demon seemed intent on devouring her to the bone. One moment, he had her by the throat, and now he was only saying things she wanted to hear.
Unaccustomed to such praise, Theticia’s heart swayed like a sailboat caught in a raging storm.
‘I mustn’t fall for this…’
His gaze clung to her, sticky and impossible to push away.
As she hesitated, his fingers hooked around the ribbon of her dress and slowly unraveled it, like undoing the bow of a long-awaited gift. His red lips carefully brushed over the swell of her chest, pushed up by the corset.
“Mm… ahh…!”
The kiss, soft and fleeting, was delicate and cautious. His tongue slid down, tracing the valley between her b*****s.
“Ngh…Oh…!”
At the ticklish sensation, Theticia tilted her head back. Suddenly, her breath burst free. Looking down, she found Asmod with his face buried between her ample b*****s, her corset somehow already undone.
“Humans like you are rare.”
Long lashes fluttered above those amethyst eyes. It didn’t feel real. That a man like this was holding her.
She didn’t understand it either. All she knew was that from their very first kiss, something within her had broken free from its restraints.
Asmod’s hand gently cupped her full b****t, his palm filled to the brim.
“I offer you my gratitude.”
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