Chapter 468
Chapter 468
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 468
Chapter Title: Clasped Hands (4)
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“Uh…”
My thoughts spun wildly.
This expression fit the situation to a tee.
Even if I tried to guess Amelia’s intentions amid a mix of faint anticipation, mild apprehension, and a hefty dose of confusion, it wouldn’t have made the scene before me any clearer.
There on the bed was Amelia in a negligee that was barely more than naked.
It looked like a camisole dress hugging her modest breasts, but its real purpose leaned more toward flaunting her body than covering it.
Just a light tug on the ribbon at the ends with her fingertips, and it would slip off like gift wrapping.
Even before unwrapping, the contents proved top-quality—the sheer black lace revealed glimpses of Amelia’s sparkling white skin underneath.
Her waist was slender as celadon porcelain, her smooth belly without a hint of excess fat, drawing the eye to the deep, elegant dip of her navel, while her pale, flawless thighs captivated further.
A delicate neckline frailer than a doe’s, draped with lustrous golden blonde hair that reflected the light seductively.
Her knees pressed tightly together, hands resting demurely at her sides, exuding the obedient aura of a captured fairy.
Even back when Amelia had been prickly as thorns, her beauty had been beyond reproach—that much Si-woo knew.
No red-blooded man could help but feel desire stir.
Si-woo had never imagined the saintly Amelia, who at first glance seemed utterly chaste, could look this sensual.
For a moment, Si-woo lost his words, his mind finally kicking into gear belatedly.
He’d locked the door as she’d first asked, but he had no clue what to do next.
“Could you come closer?”
He swallowed hard and stepped toward her.
Amelia kept her posture perfect, shoulders squared back against the urge to hunch, displaying her outfit just as Sophia had advised.
At that instant, her sky-blue eyes flicked sideways toward Si-woo, her full lips parting to let a fragile voice emerge.
This, too, was straight from Sophia’s script.
“What do you think?”
“You’re… too beautiful.”
It was an embarrassing thing to say right to her face.
Yet it fell heartbreakingly short of capturing his true feelings—cliché as it was.
The silver lining: Amelia, rigid with tension, seemed to relax just a fraction.
As if she’d steeled herself fully, she continued.
“I want to… attend you tonight…”
Night service.
The very thing Sophia had tricked her into demanding from Si-woo at their first meeting—the spark that had tangled their relationship.
Hearing it now, reality finally snapped into focus.
Yes.
Incredibly, Amelia had dolled herself up, changed into provocative attire, and waited on the bed… all to be with Si-woo.
No one could nitpick with “It’s 5 a.m.” at a time like this.
But there were lines that couldn’t be crossed.
“Lady Amelia, I… I have a lot of girlfriends.”
Amelia already struggled with interpersonal skills, especially anything romantic.
Yet here she was, resolve hardened.
With not a shred of resentment left toward her, Si-woo felt profoundly grateful for her effort and sincerity.
That’s why he had to make it clear once more.
That he already had many lovers by his side—and couldn’t devote himself to her alone.
The very reason he’d held back his feelings for her all this time.
“They’re precious people who love this flawed me, and I can’t gaze only at you, Lady Amelia.”
“I know. It’s fine.”
But Amelia showed no hint of fluster.
She simply nodded and pressed on.
“Sophia advised me to refuse if you asked for anything you didn’t want.”
When she’d heard Sophia’s friendly counsel.
Amelia hadn’t grasped it easily at first.
But upon hearing about refusing acts that sparked disgust or excessive shame…
Regret had washed over her anew.
She’d once made Si-woo stand before the lectern and ordered him to masturbate in front of the twins.
Known he couldn’t refuse, yet forced his release by hand anyway.
It couldn’t be excused as mere clumsiness or love.
It stemmed from petty, base revenge—a wicked urge to see him suffer.
Si-woo might not care anymore, might have forgiven her.
But Amelia refused to gloss over her sins.
And his other lovers left no room for her to wedge in.
“But…”
Amelia looked straight up into Si-woo’s troubled eyes.
“Order me to do anything… no matter how shameful. I won’t refuse.”
To love Si-woo with all her might, she couldn’t flee from shame or humiliation.
That was the bare minimum atonement she’d set for loving him openly.
Even with his other lovers.
Even if unrequited.
She’d offer her purity, her heart.
Not mere self-satisfaction for penance, but born of love for him.
That was Amelia’s vow, her wish.
“I’ll give you… everything I have.”
Those words were enough to shatter Si-woo’s restraint.
As always, he cradled her pointed chin and claimed her lips.
Soft, thin lips.
Unlike usual, gloss made Amelia’s lips shimmer—and they burned hot, impossibly tender.
Until now, Si-woo had always held his breath during kisses on purpose.
He knew full well what disaster inhaling her scent might bring.
But not tonight.
Each breath through his nose carried the sweet fragrance of ripe fruit, a hazy flesh scent, and the subtle aromas clinging from her perfume work.
“Mmm… chu… slurp…”
Her head tilted up like a baby bird begging for food, letting Si-woo’s saliva flow naturally.
Yet true to her word, Amelia refused nothing—swallowing it all, tentatively tickling his tongue in return.
Amelia wasn’t skilled at kissing.
But he felt her best effort: unlike before, where tongues merely tangled, she now devotedly suckled the one in her mouth.
Overwhelming arousal from just a kiss made Si-woo’s breaths come rough.
“Puha… haa… haa…”
Their lips parted briefly.
Amelia, who’d held her breath the whole time, gazed up with cheeks flushed ripe red.
Her eyes dreamy, unfocused, as if emerging from a trance.
Kneeling on the bed, she aligned perfectly with standing Si-woo—framing a scene straight out of fantasy.
“Si-woo… excuse me…”
Of course, Amelia knew nothing of pleasing a man.
But tonight, casting aside pride and face to serve him, she drew on every scrap of knowledge.
The memory of Si-woo receiving oral from the twins, glimpsed once through the carriage window.
Amelia recalled it now, intent on recreating for him.
She dropped to her knees on the rug like his slave.
Swallowing nervously, she undid his belt.
Pants and underwear slid down naturally.
His furious erection loomed over her face, casting a shadow.
It was huge.
Amelia knew its shape, its size.
She’d even stroked it to climax before.
But viewing it clinically, without lust, differed vastly from seeing it now—right before making love.
“So… big…”
Her hot breath made the shaft twitch up and down.
Lips bitten in resolve, Amelia rose slightly.
Si-woo panicked.
He hadn’t expected such bold initiative from her—shock dominated.
Kneeling before a man, taking his member in her mouth.
For prim Amelia, acts laced with taboo.
Especially as her first time.
“Lady Amelia, you don’t have to go this far.”
She shook her head vigorously at his protest.
“I want to… so badly.”
“But…”
“Please.”
Her stubborn gaze broke Si-woo’s resistance.
Less resignation, more surging anticipation and excitement.
Could he have dreamed of this before?
Associate Professor Amelia on her knees, pleasuring him orally.
Tell his past self, and he’d dismiss it as nonsense—a pipe dream.
“…Okay.”
Securing minimal consent, Amelia spoke with final resolve, tone firm.
Hands neatly on her knees, she extended her tongue toward Si-woo’s heavy-hanging shaft.
Her long tongue lapping the beaded droplets at the slit—pure sensuality.
Brows furrowed, she licked the glans tentatively like unfamiliar candy, stiffly exploring every inch.
Each touch of moist, soft heat and exhaled breath sent tingling pleasure racing up his legs.
Without using hands, her cautious laps added a thrilling conquest.
It declared her total surrender of comfort for his pleasure alone.
“Haah…”
After coating his glans glossy with saliva, her mouth opened wide to engulf it fully.
Sticky lips, plush tongue, lips delicately rimming the crown.
As her unsure tongue flailed against the filling girth, precum surged into her mouth.
Yet Amelia didn’t grimace—accepting, swallowing it all.
-Slurp… schluurp… slurp…
Lips soft around the glans, she began slowly bobbing her head, serving his pleasure.