Chapter 63 🔞
It was a light kiss — just a soft peck, brushing against his mouth and then lifting away. But it was enough to make the man who had been sobbing open his eyes wide in shock.
His startled expression was both amusing and endearing, and Daphne smiled.
“I’ll forgive you if you say you love me.”
“……Tha–”
Theodore blinked rapidly, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again, trying desperately to see her face clearly through the blur.
“Something… like that… is enough?”
As if such an obvious truth could ever be worthy of forgiveness. His voice was a whisper, dazed and disbelieving.
Daphne shook her head.
“It matters to me.”
There is no such thing as something “obvious” in this world.
“Because from now on, you’re going to have to take responsibility for me.”
“…!”
“You will, won’t you?”
Her turquoise eyes sparkled as she smiled sweetly. Theodore’s face turned increasingly red. To take responsibility — he understood perfectly what she meant by that.
“……Daphne.”
“Yes, Theodore.”
“May I… love you?”
And so, at last—
“Of course.”
She nodded, her voice soft and lilting, like a song.
“Just as I love you, you must do the same.”
Daphne saw the golden eyes fill with joy, and in that moment, she felt something rise within her — an emotion so full, so overwhelming, that she hadn’t known it existed inside her until now.
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Chuuup.
The kiss was brief, just a soft, lingering touch that left a ticklish warmth behind. As her supple lips brushed against his skin, Theodore squeezed his eyes shut, only to open them again moments later, torn between the instinct to disappear into sensation and the desperate desire to see her, to watch her forever.
Thump, thump, thump.
The loud pounding of his heart was so fierce it reverberated against Daphne’s lips. She let out a soft, breathy laugh and asked,
“Do you really like it that much?”
“…Yes.”
Theodore looked up at her, dazed, his gaze hazy and full of awe. She straddled him now, pressing kisses to his neck, his collarbone, and his chest. With every touch, he thought he could die happily right then and there.
As her lips moved further down, Daphne paused, amused by the thunderous beat of his heart, and lifted her head with a grin.
“I like it too.”
“…”
That beautiful face flushed red. Daphne looked down at the man lying beneath her with a smile of quiet satisfaction.
Their kisses grew deeper, and an eager longing to feel one another’s warmth began to take hold. But Theodore, unwilling to let her lie on the cold floor, insisted on laying down himself instead.
Between the folds of his disheveled robes, his firm chest was revealed — muscles taut and defined, inviting her touch. When she pressed down, her fingertips were met with resilient flesh that pushed back. He flinched slightly at the contact, and his large, trembling frame struck Daphne as unbearably adorable.
‘Though I still can’t say that part of him is adorable.’
Daphne glanced down at the object that had risen from beneath his clothes, poking at her belly. She straddled Theodore’s thighs, but she couldn’t lean comfortably on top of him because of his erxct cxck.
‘I haven’t even taken it out of his clothes yet…’
All she could think about was its monstrous presence.
She leaned in at an angle and gently pushed it aside, and a groan rang out overhead. She lifted her gaze and saw Theodore gritting his teeth, the nape of his neck exposed above his collar.
‘…I suppose it’s a bit cute to see him react like this, isn’t it?”
Fighting back her mischievous smirk, Daphne used her lower abdomen to gently press at Theodore’s erxction. A low, pleading voice rumbled in her eardrums.
“Haah… Daphne.”
Daphne swallowed hard as she watched him throw his head back with a groan. The moist golden eyes that had been confessing his love, confessing his hidden feelings, were now silent with lust. They burned with a heat that made her want to impale herself on him right that very instance.
“Not yet.”
With a quick jerk, Daphne pushed herself to her feet. For once, she didn’t want to give him the initiative.
“Hmm… Ah, Daphne…”
Theodore let out a rough breath as he clenched his fists in both hands, his knuckles white from squeezing so hard.
Daphne swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth. When she lifted her gaze and looked straight ahead, she saw the room filled to the brim with traces of herself — a decade’s worth of feelings directed solely at her.
The shock she’d felt upon first encountering this space had slowly transformed into an inexplicable sense of fullness that ached dully in a corner of her chest. That sensation grew even stronger whenever her eyes fell on the pure white dress hanging from the coat rack.
Back when she wore that dress for her coming-of-age ceremony, Daphne had vowed never to stray from the arms of the divine. Never to leave the path laid out for her.
And yet here she was now, straddling Theodore Valentino — Theodore Valentino, who sat beneath her, holding back his excitement, waiting for her permission like a man on the edge.
Recalling that solemn promise made this moment feel all the more blasphemous. A sharp ache bloomed low in her abdomen, and Daphne bit her lower lip, laughing softly.
‘I suppose… I have my own perversions as well.’
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