Chapter 31
“…..”
Celesto clenched his lower teeth. If he didn’t, it felt like harsh words would spill out of his mouth.
So even if it’s not great at first, you start to like it after a few times? Does that mean she’s had that kind of experience?
And she can do it well enough to teach kissing in the first place? Does that mean she’s done it enough to get that skilled?
With whom? He’d seen her grinding against Leocel before, but he’d never seen anything like biting and sucking—
The barrage of questions surging up all at once made his head throb.
Celesto pulled his hood down low with his hand. Then he lowered his gaze to the floor.
Roarna seemed to say something to him, but Celesto didn’t listen. He simply fixed his eyes on the stone tiles laid out in uniform patterns beneath him.
With Roarna out of his line of sight like that, it was a little better. It felt like his mind was starting to work again.
Stop thinking such insane things.
He repeated it to himself.
He shouldn’t care about something like this. There was no reason to care in the first place. He was just doing the exact same thing Leocel had done years ago. It would only be like this until the curse was lifted.
As if trying to convince himself, he muttered the same words over and over inside his mouth.
But all of it was meaningless in the face of the question surging up from deep within him. He found himself obsessing, to a maddening degree, over Roarna’s relationships with men—something he had never once cared about in his life.
…Ironically, the one who broke this hellish torment was also Roarna.
“First, sit over there.”
Celesto’s gaze followed Roarna’s finger. At its tip was a large sofa—big enough for a person to lie down on.
His c**k throbbed violently. Surely the mark at its base was burning bright red as well.
This is insane.
In the chaos of his mind, there was now only one thought.
Roarna’s body. Soft and warm, with pale skin that smelled sweet when her lips were buried in it.
Celesto drew a deep breath, as if gathering his emotions, then moved his feet with as steady a step as he could manage.
Don’t think, don’t think… please, don’t think about what we’ll do over there…
But the closer he stepped to the sofa, the more a familiar scent reached the tip of his nose.
Roarna’s scent.
Judging by how heavily it lingered, it seemed the sofa often served as a makeshift nap spot for her.
Celesto’s trembling hand drifted to his chest.
His heart was racing wildly. The hot throb that had started near his chest was already spreading throughout his entire body.
…Am I just sleep-deprived?
It seemed like a reasonable thought. He hadn’t slept at all for nearly three days. If he counted the restless nights caused by that strange excitement that began at the villa, there hadn’t been a single moment of true peace.
Yeah, that must be why this is happening.
As he forced himself to convince his mind, Roarna’s footsteps drew closer.
And with them came a sweet scent, like fruit soaked in sugar.
Celesto instinctively tried to step back. His chest and lower body were too hot; he wanted to run away.
But behind him was the solid back of the sofa.
Roarna, now beside the sofa, slowly leaned her upper body over it.
The delicate lower face visible beneath her hood drew steadily closer to him.
“Mm…••••”
Those small lips made a quiet sound, as if she were deeply contemplating something.
“I don’t have to take this off, right?”
Roarna lightly tapped his hood and asked.
Celesto nodded instead of answering. She probably couldn’t see exactly what his face looked like beneath the hood, but it surely wasn’t a sight he wanted her to see.
“Alright. Then….”
Roarna muttered to herself.
Just as the soft, whisper-like sound of her voice began to feel overwhelming, something Celesto had never even imagined happened.
Roarna sat down directly on his thigh.
Gasp.
Celesto swallowed hard.
She was so close. Even beneath his hood, her blue eyes shimmered, almost visible to him.
And…
The green eyes hidden under the hood gazed blankly at Roarna’s deep navy pants.
…It was unbelievably soft. Her hips lightly settled on his thigh, her leg gently draped over it.
“…….”
Even with his foggy mind, he couldn’t help but think how surreal it was. There she was, straddling his thigh, her lower body pressed against him.
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