The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 107

It was quite amusing. Who was it that pushed him on the back, insisting he must attend when the Aika Festival was held? It was herself in a comatose state. Evelyn thought that even if time were turned back and that moment came again, she would act the same way, and she firmly resolved this. She was trying to control herself as she kept being drawn to him endlessly. Even now, as he loomed before her.

When she showed no signs of eating the delicious-looking cod or even fiddling with her fork, he suddenly thrust his head forward.

“Are you tired after all?”

“No, I’m fine. I had a snack recently.”

It was an excellent excuse created on the spot. Evelyn truly wasn’t hungry, and her physical condition was comfortable. She thought she could just rest like this and eat about an hour later than usual.

Going to trial. Evelyn vaguely understood what that meant. It was time to bid farewell to the peaceful days of rest after being severely injured in front of the sacred site, and to return as one of the two nymphs residing in Jupiter Castle.

She hadn’t been able to greet Ruba and Nike because she had been confined to the bedroom. She hadn’t received any sick visits, but what did that matter? She much preferred to go out looking neat rather than showing herself in a disheveled state while lying down.

She was beginning to miss the pleasant air and fresh grass scent that she could smell just by stepping outside the Hall of Glory. And the fragrance of flowers she could smell just by going near the delphinium flower bed, which she had hurriedly fled from in shock after hearing Nike’s words. Those beautiful flowers, had they all withered away? Even if they had, other flowers would have been planted. After all, it was obvious that all the gardeners here were exceptionally skilled.

While Evelyn was imagining herself stepping outside the hall on her own two feet tomorrow, his tone suddenly became subtle.

“I need to check something.”

“What do you—ah!”

His hand abruptly lifted her thin negligee and examined the delicate body hidden underneath. Before her face could turn bright red, his palm found her bare skin and tenderly caressed her flat lower abdomen. As if it had been waiting only for this moment, her trembling skin’s reaction was too intense, failing to conceal the truth of her lower abdomen that should have remained motionless.

Having completed his clever inspection, Cassis spoke languidly, as if casually touching the vase on the side table.

“From what I can see, you haven’t eaten. If you had, there should be signs of fullness there, shouldn’t there?”

His purpose truly seemed to be confirming whether she had eaten. Instead of violently pushing away the rush of embarrassment, Evelyn was busy surrendering herself to the trembling sensation that his fingertips had unraveled. The brief touch’s lingering effect didn’t quickly recede but remained for a long time like a thick fog. As she struggled to catch her breath because of it, his urging came flying back.

Eat up, Evelyn.”

“I-I’m really not hungry. I ate at four.”

Foolishly, she tried to deny the carnal desire coiling tight in her belly, offering excuses to stifle it. But as if mocking her efforts, the mere brush of his hand against her lower abdomen—mistakenly convincing her he had touched her there—sent slick heat gushing between her thighs. There was no way the sound of her arousal was actually that loud, yet Evelyn grew flustered anyway. She didn’t want him to notice her body’s betrayal—and yet, she did. The two desires tangled messily inside her.

I’ve recovered already. So… it’s fine if he touches me a little.

And yet, when his idle, affectionate concern miraculously reached her, she wanted to greedily swallow every last drop of it, not letting a single scrap slip away. It wasn’t some petty urge to stake a claim over him, to ward off any potential lover—nothing so foolish.

“Mmm…!”

Lost in her own confusion, his lips suddenly pressed against hers. It happened without warning—just as she inhaled sharply. Breath stolen, her head spun, her body collapsing into the pillows as his thick tongue slid past her dry lips, filling her mouth with its restless writhing.

Ah… I wanted this. I wanted to feel him.

The moment she realized what had been missing—that both her body and heart had healed but still ached for more—tears welled in the corners of her eyes, spilling over to dampen the hollows beneath them. Evelyn twisted her head weakly, unable to pull away, surrendering completely as he bore down on her.

Those flimsy excuses hadn’t just been for her—he’d needed them too.

His hand slid lower, rediscovering the place he hadn’t touched in so long. The neatly healed flesh, untouched for days, swelled eagerly at the first brush of his fingers, drenching them in slick heat the instant it registered his warmth.

“Nn… Hah…”

A moan, soft as melting sugar, slipped from between their locked lips. Sensing the undeniable proof of her arousal, he smirked against her mouth, kissing her deeper.

The desire that had lain dormant since the Aeca Festival—docile, well-behaved—suddenly reared its head. When Evelyn had been in pain, it had been strangely subdued; no matter how he touched her, how he looked at her, it hadn’t stirred. Now, Cassis simply observed the bizarre shift in his own body’s reactions with detached indifference. There was no frustration. After all, Evelyn was right here in front of him. Wasn’t that enough?

“Hnng…!”

A stifled moan bubbled low in her throat.

“Don’t hold back.”

“Hah…”