The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 239

A gaze, sticky and undeniable, raked over every inch of her body. Her naked form, visible through wings that had grown quite demure since they’d come to the bed, was a sight to behold. He also liked that there was so much skin just begging to be kissed and reddened, but what he loved most was her constant wavering, even as she lay nestled comfortably in the bed.

Inside the Hall of Glory, everything was his. His eyes gleamed blue, as if denying the bright midday, and Evelyn stammered, consumed by that gaze.

“Ah….”

What was she agonizing over?

If her lust-addled body was the problem, she only had to ask him, the man before her. If she were to desperately beg him that she didn’t want to be controlled by ancient, dusty relics like powder, he could certainly wipe it clean. Yet, Evelyn did neither, only breathing in and out in ragged gasps.

Looking back, she had always placed the final choice in his hands; it was a convenient escape. Evelyn’s body always craved him, but she was habitually steeped in the habit of hesitating and not speaking her desire.

Until now, Cassis had pretended not to notice her shamelessness, but his thoughts had changed. He wished that Evelyn, slow to voice her thoughts, would also slowly prepare herself to come to him completely.

So, Cassis placed his fingers between hers, which held his own, and applied a light pressure to her knuckles, asking,

“Can you bear it, hmm?”

“Hmph… yes….”

A transparent lie.

Her eyes, blurred with excitement, and her clear lips, on the verge of parting, yearned for obvious things from him. Not ambiguous gestures, but for her to shed her clothes and everything else and come to him.

The Cassis of before, who would have raised his knee to her crotch to heighten that excitement, now spoke in a low voice.

“Then I suppose that means I can leave it to you, doesn’t it?”

“…Yes?”

“Undress me. It’s alright if you’re clumsy.”

Evelyn was flustered by his bolt-from-the-blue words. Even before she knew the true nature of the powder scattered by the wings, she had suspected her body was acting strangely. Usually, Cassis would readily solve these things for her, but now he was telling her to do it herself….

Cassis wished to clear away the hesitation clouded in her eyes, murky with lust. Therefore, instead of readily granting the wish she desired, he kindly reminded her what she needed to do.

“Go on. You’ve seen me undress before, haven’t you?”

“Ah… I…”

“Now.”

Cassis took his hand from where it had been stroking himself and gently placed it on her thigh. The ball was in her court, and he decided to wait.

In truth, he was impatient, anxious. Having to just watch Evelyn, naked with magnificent golden wings, was too great a trial for him. It was also his desire to shed all the clothes that bothered him and merge with her immediately.

But no, if he couldn’t overcome this temptation, Evelyn would never speak of love from her own lips. She would assume that if she just waited, he would always come and take care of everything. Therefore, Cassis decided to steadfastly wait for her touch.

Finally, she raised her upper body, and her hands moved hesitantly. The moment her fingers, clumsy, touched his thin summer coat and fumbled with a button hidden in a buttonhole, Cassis felt his lower body swell. He was a being whose desire could explode boundlessly from just a single button.

Hurry, Evelyn.

He silently endured, a desperate plea echoing in his mind. Evelyn, having finally unbuttoned everything, came closer, raising her knees, and tugged at the sleeves below his arms, as if to pull the coat off his broad shoulders.

“Cough…”

He tried to hold it in, but a guttural moan eventually escaped, thick and heavy. She, who usually reacted to his every move, didn’t even ask why. She seemed to be engrossed in the task he had given her earlier—to undress him—and Cassis felt absurd, wanting to laugh at himself.

Her hands finally shed the summer coat and reached for the doublet he wore underneath. Her wiggling fingers, as if curious about the faint stripes, caressed the muscular area around his stomach, then traced the pristine garment with her fingertips, unsure where to open it.

This is driving me crazy. What else could this be but seduction? His mind was reeling for a long moment before he took her hand and guided it to where she should open.

“Here.”

“Yes…!”

Her voice was somewhat strained but clear as she tugged at his doublet, struggling to remove it. As she tried to gather the corners of the garment, as if to fold it neatly, Cassis firmly caught her wrist, stopping her.

“Forget such leisurely acts.”