You Should Have Run Away When You Had the Chance
Only the sound of their soft breathing filled the room.
Arcia straddled Ian's lap as he sat on the bed. Pop.Pop. Her beautiful, slender fingers moved slowly, unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
"Ian…"
"Yeah…"
Shh. With a slightly flushed face, she called his name again and slipped off his shirt.
"Ian…"
"Yeah…"
Arcia kept calling his name, as if she just wanted to hear his voice. Naturally, she began to undress herself as well.
"Ian… Could you undo this for me?"
Her cheeks tinged pink, she asked about the buttons on her back that wouldn't come loose.
"Sure…"
As if entranced, Ian carefully moved his hand behind her back. Facing each other like this, their posture was so close it felt like an embrace. His hand gently touched her back. It was warm. The skin under his fingertips was far softer than he'd imagined.
"Ian…"
Arcia called his name, as if it tickled.
"Hold on…"
With clumsy fingers, Ian undid one button of her dress. Pop. Then another. Pop. With each button undone, her shoulders trembled ever so slightly.
"Arcia, you're shaking."
Ian said softly.
Arcia gave a small smile.
"It's fine…"
Pop. As her words fell, the last button came undone. Shh. Her dress slowly slid down from her shoulders with the soft sound of fabric brushing skin. Through her red hair emerged her white, smooth shoulders. The dress glided down her curves and pooled on the bed.
In the dark room, moonlight filtered through the window, softly spilling onto the bed. Her skin glowed faintly in that light. Through her red hair, her slender, sleek shoulders. The gentle line of her neck descending softly, and her breasts quietly revealed under the moonlight. Perfectly proportioned—not too large, not too small—the gentle curves rose and fell with her breath. Soft shadows settled beneath them, naturally drawing the eye. A narrow waist flowing prettily downward like a beautiful line. At the end of that line, a round curve that curled up enticingly.
Ian stared, barely breathing. As if—taking his eyes off her for even a moment might make her vanish.
Her body was beautiful… and dangerously alluring.
Slowly, she lowered her head to look at him. Her red eyes sparkled beautifully.
"Ian."
Arcia wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.
"You can run away if you want."
"Huh?"
Her tone was playful, but her hands gripped him firmly.
"It's not too late yet."
Her face drew even closer. Close enough to feel each other's breath.
"But if you stay…"
The corners of her mouth slowly curved up.
"Who knows what I'll do to you."
Ian's heart pounded hard.
"Arcia!"
He called her name loudly and grabbed her arms, pulling her down onto the bed.
Thud.
She could have resisted easily if she wanted, but Arcia fell naturally onto the bed.
"I never planned on running… not from the start."
Ian said lowly. He lightly pinned her wrists above her on the bed.
Until now, he'd been unconsciously drawn into Arcia's strange aura—but not anymore. This time, it was his turn to take the lead.
Arcia's red eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"…Oh my."
Her voice sounded startled. But the corners of her mouth lifted even higher, as if delighted.
"Our Ian… fufu."
Arcia chuckled lowly.
"More aggressive than I thought."
"I'm not like other guys."
Ian tried to sound manly, seizing control—but
"Then…"
Arcia just laughed, as if he were adorable.
"…prove it."
At her provocative words, Ian roughly claimed her lips.
"Hah…"
"Ngh…"
Their breaths grew ragged. Ian didn't stop there, continuing his kisses slowly downward. To her flushed cheeks. Smack. To the soft line of her neck.
"Ngh…"
Even to the beautifully swollen curves of her breasts.
"Ha…"
As if determined to leave his mark everywhere, Ian obsessively explored her body. Slowly, he moved his hands to strip away her undergarments. Her hidden breasts were revealed, gently swaying with his touch.
Ian brought his lips carefully to her breast. Smack. He traced it slowly, inching downward. In the moonlight, that place faintly flushed red—like her eyes. His lips gently touched the tip, tinged the same red.
"Eek…"
Arcia's breath trembled softly. Her hand lightly gripped his hair, pulling him closer.
Ian teased her small peak with his tongue. Deeper. Rougher.
"Ngh…"
A small gasp escaped her lips. Shh. While continuing to kiss there, he naturally slid down her lower undergarments. The friction of soft skin and fabric sounded strangely erotic.
"Hik…"
Arcia's breathing grew rougher. But Ian didn't stop exploring her.
His hand slid lower, lightly brushing her red petals.
"Ahh…"
A lewd moan burst softly from her. Ian gently stroked upward along her folds, slowly caressing the small bud with his fingertips.
"Heut…"
Arcia's breath grew more disordered. Her body trembled subtly with every flick of his fingers and tongue. Enjoying her reactions, Ian teased it more playfully.
"Haa…"
Her lips parted, her hips lifting slightly.
"Do… do it…"
She whispered desperately through her ragged breaths.
Ian slowly, so very slowly, pushed himself between her petals, making her ache even more.
"Nngh…"
Perhaps from the prolonged teasing, her hips quivered finely even as he entered slowly. Creeak. As Ian began to move slowly, the wooden bed frame let out a small groan.
And—
"Aaaah…!"
Arcia's pent-up moan exploded loudly.
"Hup."
At the same time, Ian's breathing grew rough.
Creeak.
"Ah…"
Creeak.
"Aah…"
With every thrust, her moans grew louder.
"Ah… Ian…"
When she called his name, Ian responded by roughly claiming her lips again.
"Haup…"
Inside her petals, it was so warm. No—hot and soft enough to melt him. Creeak.Creeak.
"Hup… Nngh…"
Even as she kissed him, Arcia couldn't hold back her moans.
"Haap."
"Hup."
As her cries grew louder, Ian's breaths turned even more ragged.
"Ngh…"
Unable to contain the pleasure, Arcia began to tremble finely.
"Ah…"
Matching her, Ian increased his pace, climbing toward climax. Creeak.Creeak.
"I-Ian… Aah!"
"Urgh!"
Finally reaching the peak, Arcia's hips bucked upward. But Ian thrust deeper, pressing her back down onto the bed.
Moments later, in the afterglow, Ian collapsed atop her, bodies overlapping.
"Ian."
Arcia called his name lovingly.
"Yeeah…"
Lost in the lingering pleasure, Ian replied weakly.
"Sorry…"
For some reason, she suddenly apologized to him.
"Huh?"
A bit more aware now, Ian blankly asked back.
"You should have. Run away when you had the chance."
She said something incomprehensible again.
"What…"
Grab. Before he could finish, her hands gripped his shoulders hard.
"Eek…"
Arcia twisted her body, forcefully pulling him down. Ian's body fell limply onto the bed.
"Sorry… It might hurt a little…"
She whispered softly.
"Huh?"
Ian looked at her in bewilderment.
"What's going o—"
Before he could finish, Arcia smiled faintly.
"Fufu."
Her red eyes curved playfully.
"That was nice because it was different."
Her finger lightly brushed his cheek.
"Now, big sis will show you something even better."
Her voice was soft. Clear. Perfectly prim.
It was like a painting come to life—if only Ian weren't pinned beneath her…
"W-wait a sec."
For some reason feeling uneasy, Ian tried to pull away from her—but
Grip.
As he moved, her right hand clamped down harder on his shoulder.
"No."
Her clear voice turned cold, unlike before.
"Now."
Her hand pressed his shoulder down firmly again.
"It's too late."
