The Price of Seduction (Caresses)
7) The Price of Seduction (Caresses)
Now that I look at him, Drayan is actually quite handsome.
He’s not exactly the type you’d call a heartthrob, but he’s definitely the kind of guy who could make a woman fall for him.
Since he carries a shield around, he’s got some serious muscle in his arms, too.
“Mr. Sharuen?”
“Huh? What?”
“No, I just saw you spacing out and thought maybe…”
“Oh, sorry. Just lost in thought.”
Dreyan untied the bandage with a hand that trembled as if he were nervous, and since I was looking down at him, I could clearly see him stealing glances at my body.
It’s not that I’m some exhibitionist pervert—I’m just repaying him for his help.
It was a strangely exciting and nerve-wracking situation.
If, by any chance, Lenya were to catch us, the shame would be on a whole different level compared to when Meria caught me having sex with Milia before.
...I’m just a fucking trashy bitch, aren’t I?
“Hmm… The wound’s almost completely healed. It’s been less than a day—it’s amazing. It’s a shame I can’t heal other people, though.”
Sure enough, the gash on her stomach had completely closed in just an hour or two, and even though it’s hard to see through all the blood, the wound has healed quite a bit.
It’s just hard to see because of the blood, but you can clearly tell there was a big gash here.
Considering it was a long incision across the abdomen, this level of healing definitely proves my recovery ability is pretty decent.
That scar will be gone soon too, so I take back what I said about my recovery ability being half-baked.
I said that because, even though my healing ability is solid, the speed is slow—but to survive a life-threatening wound like that, especially with massive blood loss and no treatment, isn’t this practically invincibility?
No, wait—considering I survived a fall from that height, am I practically immortal already?
“I still have a little stomach pain, so could you re-wrap the bandage?”
That’s half a lie.
It’s true the scar area still hurts a bit, but as for whether I really need to re-wrap it—since it’s just a scar now—that’s definitely not the case.
Part of it is that I find Drayan cute—he’s so flustered, glancing at my body and not knowing what to do—so I just want to tease him for no reason.
...And seeing a little bit of it is kind of a turn-on, too.
Whether it was at the academy or when I worked at a restaurant, there were plenty of men who would sneak glances at my body, but back then, it just made me uncomfortable.
I’m not saying Draian is special; it’s just that I’m feeling turned on right now.
Right now, yeah, it’s just because of the succubus heart.
“Well then, excuse me... Ah.”
Draian wrapped the bandage around my waist as if to wrap his arms around me, and while he seemed to be being careful, his arms inevitably brushed against my stomach and back.
Once the pain subsided, what flooded in wasn’t hunger or sleepiness, but pure sexual desire.
It feels a bit like I’m seducing someone else’s man, but I’m not even naked—I’m just showing him my underwear. We’re not dating, and we’re not having sex. This isn’t exactly trashy.
To be precise, it’s not so much that I’m turned on by Drayan, but rather that pretending to be nonchalant about this—pretending it’s for medical treatment—gives me a strange thrill.
I definitely didn’t used to have this kind of kink.
“All done. It’s not too tight, is it?”
“Ah, uh. It’s fine, thanks.”
Before I knew it, the bandage was all wrapped up while I was lost in my own thoughts, completely absorbed in the moment.
“Ugh...”
I deliberately left my body uncovered by the blanket, rubbing my stomach and stretching my arms as I did so.
I hope I don’t get labeled a pervert.
Judging by how I look when I’m resting, how flustered I was when I stabbed him with the knife, and what Lenya told me, even if Draian thinks I’m a pervert, he won’t go around telling anyone.
“Well then, I’m going to go rest.”
“Yes, Ep.”
Dreyan answered, stammering.
It wasn’t even hot out, but I was so tense I was breaking out in a cold sweat as I returned to the next room.
Sure enough, they’d both fallen asleep not long ago and were still sleeping, so I quietly lay down next to them.
“......!”
Having calmed down a bit, I wrapped my head in the blanket as a wave of insane shame and regret washed over me, and let out a silent scream.
I’m crazy. Fuck, even though there’s a four-year age gap, what the hell did I do to that kid...
“Hah...”
What pisses me off even more is that even if I were fully conscious right now and could go back 30 minutes, I’d probably do the exact same thing.
No, now that I know nothing happened even after doing this, who knows what I’d do if I went back.
... I really need to jerk off.
Gulp
Anyway, those two have just fallen asleep so they won’t know, and Drayan won’t be coming out anytime soon either...
In the end, I couldn’t hold back. With my back turned to the group I’d just met today, I covered myself completely with the blanket and started masturbating again.
“Huff...”
At first, I clamped my mouth shut to keep any sounds from escaping, but I couldn’t control my excitement and let out a little moan, thinking, “Just a little bit won’t hurt.”
Slowly, deeper inside, thrusting, scraping against the walls.
‘He’s definitely jerking off by himself.’
The whole time he was unwrapping and rewrapping the bandage, Drayan kept his head bowed, looking down. He said he wouldn’t look, so he turned his gaze to the side, but I could feel his eyes drifting toward my stomach and chest.
It wasn’t so much that I felt it as that I could see it all.
I sighed as I recalled Drayan’s gaze, then started scratching my vaginal walls with my fingers again.
Masturbating while imagining a woman with a crush secretly exposing her body to seduce the object of her affection is definitely not sane.
But I only showed him. We’re not even dating.
Denying reality like that, I masturbated for a long time until I reached climax, and every muscle in my body tensed up.
“Ugh, gulp…!!”
I even forgot that I was a patient whose abdomen had been cut open and whose internal organs were damaged.
Perhaps the wound inside my abdomen hadn’t fully healed yet, because a wave of pain surged through me like crazy, and I froze in the position I’d been masturbating in, trembling violently.
It was hard even to turn my head, but when I barely managed to touch my stomach, it wasn’t wet.
‘Could the wound inside have burst…?’
The only silver lining was that I’d already climaxed once just before the wound burst, so I felt a bit relieved.
I told myself that even if I couldn’t help him find a girlfriend, at least I’d paid the price for my own sin of giving in to my lust and getting horny...
“Ah... I slept well... Ugh...”
“… Hmm… Whoa!? Are you okay?”
“Uh, yeah... I just didn't sleep well. I guess I was in a weird position.”
There's no way I could admit that I was jerking off while fantasizing like a pervert and my scar burst open, leaving me in bad shape.
And it was all because of those dirty thoughts, too.
Knock knock
Lenia knocked on the door to Drayan's room, her face still half-asleep.
“Time to get out of here, you criminal.”
Wait, did you lock her up?
“The sunlight after two hours is incredibly warm... and beautiful.”
You’re having a good time, aren’t you?
Drayan came out making a lame joke, but as soon as our eyes met, he turned his head away. Seeing that, Lenya turned her head toward me.
“Ah, sis, your clothes, your clothes!”
“Huh? Oh.”
Because I hadn’t been paying attention, my blood-soaked body, clad only in underwear, was fully exposed, and I belatedly covered myself.
“Let’s wash up first. You said you were tired and in pain earlier, but we can’t just keep going like this. Akurin.”
The round ball of water, as big as a head, that had formed in Liliel’s hand swept over every inch of my body as I stood at attention, and Liliel dried me off until I was just the right amount of damp.
“Hey, prisoner. Back to confinement.”
“Yes...”
Whether she sensed danger from the flushed-faced Drayan or was simply being considerate of me, Lenya gave Drayan a light kick in the rear and locked him back in the room.
“You’re not hurt, are you?”
“I’m all better. Can you use all types of spirits? I mean, all four kinds.”
“No, I’m only up to intermediate-level water spirits. People say I have a certain talent since I’m already at the intermediate level even though I’ve only been learning for a short time, but I can’t even summon the lower-level versions of the other three types. It’s a one-sided talent, but I use it effectively, so I don’t really regret it.”
I’ve definitely heard that for adventuring, fire or water spirits are better.
Wind and earth can be used in versatile ways, but that’s for those at a higher level; for a lightweight beginner like me, fire or water is probably better.
And the hand that just wiped my body feels kind of sinister.
“Ugh.”
Never mind.
It’s sinister.
“Stay still. Um... Can I take off your underwear for a second?”
“Wipe... me.”
Suddenly stripped naked, I could do nothing but accept those sinister hands.
It’s just cleaning, after all.
It’s for hygiene, after all.
It’s just...
“Huh.”
“Aren’t you being a little too sensitive?”
He’s caressing me while pressing a handkerchief against my chest—how can you call this being sensitive...!
To steady himself and apply more pressure while wiping me down, Liliel grabbed the lower part of my chest with one hand, then used the other—still holding the handkerchief—to press and rub against my chest.
Her movements were blatantly suggestive, but since she was strictly just drying me off, if I said anything, I’d just end up looking like the pervert.
“Are you taking care of down there?”
“It’s not like that, ugh!?”
Liliel gently caressed my groin, and I held onto her shoulders for support.
Why is it that all the women around me are perverts...
“Haa...”
From my groin to my thighs, from my thighs to my knees, and from my knees to my calves.
The sinister hands finally stopped after running over every inch of my body, and Liliel smiled with a slightly flushed expression.
“Okay, that's it. You said you had clothes, right?”
“......”
With a flushed face, I glared at Liliel briefly before putting back on the green clothes I’d bought in the elf village.
“Are you mad at me~?”
“I’m not mad.”
I said that, but I answered without even looking back.
Meanwhile, Lenia, who had been so distracted by Liliel that she’d completely forgotten I existed, stood in the corner with her mouth agape, seemingly shocked by our antics.
“Eeeeeek... Ah, uh. You’re back, you criminal.”
“I’m the victim here...”
“Anyway, you guys just love looking at chests, don’t you?”
Dreyan came out with his shoulders slumped and a glum expression. He glanced at me first, checked to make sure I was fully clothed, and only then met my gaze.
And this time, I was the one who looked away.
I’ll do better next time.