The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 1.21

“I…”

Yuria couldn’t continue and avoided his gaze. Her voice trembled thinly with shame. Or perhaps it was because of some other emotion.

Each time she exhaled a heated breath, the inside of her throat felt hot enough to burn. It wasn’t only her breath that was hot. Her chin where his hand touched, her face where his gaze swept over, not only the skin of her entire body but even her insides, every part of her was heating up unbearably.

“Luke, I… mmph!”

Luke covered Yuria’s mouth with his lips, sealing it shut. Yuria’s hesitant attitude and her reddened face were already a clear answer.

That day, he and Yuria had imprinted on each other.

Yuria had already recognized him properly as a man, as an alpha, long before then. That fact alone melted away all of Luke’s anxiety.

“Ha.”

A sound that seemed like a short laugh and also like a sigh flowed into Yuria’s mouth. Even that was hot. Forcing her gradually hazy mind to hold on, Yuria sucked on his tongue. His thick, soft tongue tasted faintly sweet.

“Hnn, Luke…”

Yuria called his name as she panted shallowly. Her body, heated to the limit, craved every part of Luke even before her heat had begun in earnest. The first time she joined bodies with Luke, Yuria hadn’t even known who he was. Now it was different. Yuria clearly knew that the one kissing her was her student. She knew, and still she wanted him.

“I want to remember it properly this time, but I don’t know if that’ll go well.”

Luke whispered languidly as he undid Yuria’s buttons one by one. This time. Remember. Every word Luke uttered stirred immoral anticipation in Yuria. Her heat hadn’t truly begun yet, so even now, Yuria could push him away if she wanted.

No. She could, but she didn’t want to.

Just kissing him was sweet enough to melt her brain. What omega could refuse their imprint partner? When even touching felt this good.

Yuria wrapped her arms around Luke’s neck and panted. Yuria’s blouse was soon removed without resistance. The air against her heated skin was cool, and Yuria shrank in on herself. It wasn’t the first time she had shown him her body, but memories hazier than a dream didn’t lessen her shame in the slightest.

“Hnn, Luke…”

A firm, smooth hand pinched her n****e and twisted it. A tingling sensation spread through Yuria’s whole body, then gathered between her legs. There wasn’t a single thing that wasn’t embarrassing. The sight of herself exposing her bare skin and moaning before him, and even her legs fidgeting on their own, begging for insufficient stimulation.

“The sofa or the bed. Which do you prefer?”

Luke’s mischievous whisper tickled Yuria’s ear. Clinging to his body, Yuria shook her head hard. How was she supposed to answer a question like that? When she buried her bright red face in Luke’s shoulder and closed her mouth, Luke laughed softly and licked Yuria’s ear.

“Mm, hnnh…!”

“If you don’t choose, we’ll do it on the floor. I’ll put you face down and take you from behind like a dog.”

“Huht, I don’t want that…!”

“Then please choose. Where do you want to be f****d?”

The vulgar expression instead sealed her mouth. No matter what answer she gave, even if she kept her mouth shut, it was obvious she would look as though she were lewdly begging for s*x. Her face felt like it would burst from shame.

“You’ll have to decide before I take off all your clothes, Teacher.”

Compared to his gentle voice, his hands were fast. The way he lifted her skirt and pulled down her stockings and underwear all at once was almost rough. Luke gripped the fastening string of the skirt meaninglessly hanging around Yuria’s waist and smiled. It was the only piece of clothing left on Yuria’s body.

“Teacher?”

“Th, the bed. Let’s go to the bed, Luke.”

Yuria spoke urgently. The sofa was narrow and the bed was far, but whatever the case, it was better than the floor.

“Alright. As you command.”

Luke stripped off Yuria’s skirt in one motion and threw it aside, then lifted her body into his arms. Being held by him with her naked body bare, without a single thread covering her, made the bed seem endlessly far away.

Annoyingly enough, Luke’s clothes were not even the slightest bit disheveled. That was embarrassing, too. Even though she knew they were alone in the room, she felt as if she were the only one stripped naked in the middle of a plaza.

Yuria buried her face in Luke’s shoulder. At this rate, it seemed it would be better to lose her rationality instead. Then at least she wouldn’t have to feel shame.