Chapter 21
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 21
I buried my face in the nape of his neck, which scattered its scent with every beat of his heart. The fragrance seeping into my nose made my head ring.
“Hah…”
It wasn’t enough. I needed more of his scent. The fragrance that seeped into me would swirl through my body only to vanish in an instant, failing to quench the thirst that felt like it was setting my entire being on fire. It was such a waste, all that scent scattering away before it could soak into me.
I opened my mouth and bit down on the skin of his neck, which pulsed with warm honey. I sucked with all my might, trying to keep the bursting fragrance from escaping elsewhere, trying to hold it all within me.
“Schlurp… slurp…”
Saliva dripped from between my parted lips, wetting his neck. Seeing my own spit trail down his throat to his Adam’s apple, a base sense of conquest reared its head, as if I had stained him with my own color.
“Hehe…”
This person was mine. My very own, just for me, someone who would look only at me, hold only me, love only me, never leave me—my eternal possession. My lips parted, and a confession escaped me before I even realized it.
“I… I love you…”
Whoosh—.
My body flushed with heat. More. I needed more. The heat soared without end until it hurt. My heart clenched so tightly it was hard to breathe. This impatient body of mine was demanding so much more.
My eyes darted around, searching for a way to quench this thirst.
His lips.
I saw them—the lips that always spoke such gentle words to me, the lips that were also vexing when they occasionally said mean things, the lips that shone with a smooth, pale pink. The tongue visible between his slightly parted teeth made my mouth water. If I pressed my lips to his, if I stirred that crimson flesh around with my own, this thirst would surely subside a little.
The thought had barely finished before my body was moving.
Mwah—.
Our lips met. The soft sensation of his lips yielding slightly to my kiss felt so good. I parted my lips, and his followed suit, which was so cute and so lovely. As I received the warm breath that escaped from his open mouth, a sense of fulfillment washed over me, as if my heart was filling to the brim.
I needed more of his breath. I needed the breath that would calm my feverish body, that would soothe my hungry and aching insides.
“Slurp.”
I moved my tongue, sweeping it across the inside of his mouth. His own tongue, pushed around by my movements, was adorable. Saliva began to pool, wetting my tongue. Worried that a single drop might spill, I greedily swallowed it all. Anything that came from this person’s body, whatever it was, I wanted to have it all for myself without sharing a single bit.
Mine, he’s mine…
Everything was mine. Mine, something I could never give up. So, there was nothing wrong with me taking it.
“Schlurp, slurp, mwah.”
It was hot, so hot my mind went blank. It still wasn’t enough. Even after kissing him for so long, the heat in my body showed no signs of cooling. Instead, it swelled even larger, growing to a point that was becoming unbearable.
“Hah… hah…”
My eyelids trembled, fluttering open to reveal his face. He was still sound asleep, and I found it infuriating.
“Hngh…”
It was his fault. I’d never been like this before in my life. I’d never been this hot, never felt so wretched that my chest ached. Just looking at him made me feel like I was going crazy, my body refusing to listen to me.
Thrummm—.
My lower belly vibrated. My insides clenched and began to heat up as if they were being scalded. The space between my thighs began to tighten and release on its own, moving to the rhythm of my heart. From within that searing heat, water began to well up, and soon there was too much to hold. It trickled out from my most secret place, dripping like drool.
“Hngh, heeing…”
The stream of fluid trickled down my inner thigh, tickling me. Once it started, it showed no signs of stopping. In a panic, I tried to block it with my hand, but the moment I touched the spot, a powerful jolt, like being struck by lightning, shot through me, threatening to pierce my spine.
“Hyaak…!”
A startled moan escaped me. My legs trembled so hard I could barely support myself. My body swayed and then collapsed on top of his.
“Hooo…”
Tears began to well in my eyes. It was so, so hot. I was dying from the heat, but I had no idea how to solve it, and I was terrified I might actually die from this.
“It’s all… M-Mr. Honeybee’s fault…”
He was the one who made me like this.
“B-But he’s the only one sleeping so peacefully…”
My trembling hand moved, pulling his own toward me.
“I-I made Mr. Honeybee feel good…”
I did it for him, but he hadn’t done anything for me yet. It was unfair.
“A-Adults are supposed to be clear about g-giving and receiving…”
So, I had to take what I hadn’t yet received. That was the right thing to do.
“It’s y-your fault, Mr. Honeybee…”
Gulp.
I swallowed hard. The hand I held was warm. It was large and thick, with small calluses here and there, a texture so different from my own that it felt foreign. I guided that slightly rough, large hand under my clothes, toward the space between my legs. The moment his hand touched my secret place, another massive shock, like being struck by lightning, swept through my body.
“Kkhiit…”
My eyebrows trembled. I bit down hard, stifling the moan that threatened to erupt. He couldn’t wake up yet, because this wasn’t enough. He had to do more, much more.
I placed my own fingers over his where they rested on my flesh and pressed down firmly.
“Kk… keuk…”
The finger pushing past my tightly closed entrance felt different from my own, giving me an unfamiliar pleasure. His finger, perfectly thick, began to fill me up more surely than mine ever could. With every slight movement, my whole body trembled, slipping out of my control.
“More, mooore…”
With a shaky hand, I now moved his thumb, placing it on the very top of my secret place, on the little bean that was peeking out.
“Kket… heuk…”
As I pressed down and rubbed it around, the little bean ached as if it had been struck by a hammer. The fluid that had been leaking from me began to soak our joined hands.
Squelch. Squelch.
“Kkhit… kkeuk… kkeut…”
The gushing fluid met skin, creating a constant, sticky sound. As my insides grew slicker, the finger I had put inside began to reach a little deeper.
“Kkiheut…”
Jjyu-beut. Squelch.
The hand’s movements grew faster. The fluid now gushing out was more than I could handle, soaking the hem of my dress and flowing onto the sheets, forming a puddle. Even so, I didn’t want to stop. My mind was blank, as if a switch had been flipped off.
Just more, deeper, fill me up tighter. That was the only thought that filled my head.
“He-ek… he-ek…”
I pressed down harder. I moved his hand with enough force to make my arm jerk up and down. The sound of the puddle had now changed to a lapping noise that echoed through the room.
Slap. Slap.
I was out of breath. Trying to move his hand to hit just the right spot made my whole body heave, leaving me breathless. I was using muscles I’d never used much in my life, and my whole body was screaming, but I couldn’t stop. The finger filling my insides felt too good, and all my focus was on clenching around it, suckling it, with no thought of stopping.
Finally, the finger that had been stirring my insides brushed against a place it hadn’t touched before, creating a pleasure on a completely different level from anything before.
“Kkyaak…! Hht…! Kkhiik…!”
Whooosh—.
My vision spun. Between my trembling, parted legs, a sticky fluid shot out forcefully. Even then, I didn’t want the finger inside me to pull out, so I clenched tightly, trying to hold on to it. But my quivering entrance spasmed powerfully, pushing the finger out.
Drip.
From the spot where his finger had been pulled out, my pulsing entrance spat out the last of the fluid it couldn't hold back.
“Haaah…”
A hot breath escaped me. My insides throbbed with a dull ache. Having been pressed so relentlessly, they couldn’t completely erase the sensation, still pulsing as if his finger were inside.
My eyes closed. I let my body fall against his, focusing on the scent and the heartbeat that radiated from him.
After some time, the heat began to subside. As I clung to his body, savoring the lingering pleasure, a sense of satisfaction began to fill me. This person would always be by my side. Even if this happened again, he would be here to quell the heat. Everything was okay now.
As I was thinking that, I took a long breath of his scent, and the last embers of heat began to flare with greed once more.
I want to do it more…
But then I shook my head, cutting off the thought.
No…! The, the whole way… when he’s awake…
Not alone, but together. Looking into each other’s eyes, held in a warm embrace.
“Eung…!”
Just imagining it felt good. The space between my legs felt like it was getting hot again.
W-What should I do…?
What could I do to become one with him as soon as possible? To possess that body, and all the scent it gave off? My thoughts raced, searching for a method, and soon, a suitable solution came to mind.
“Ah…!”
This would work. This definitely would.
“Hehe…”
It was a better idea than I could have ever imagined. With this, he would never be able to refuse.
My finger tapped his chest, expressing my cheerful mood. As I imagined what would follow, the heat flared up again, but I steeled myself and endured it.
T-Tomorrow…
Tomorrow. I would have him completely.
B-Before that…
I lifted my head and looked at the bed, which was thoroughly soaked in the tide I had unleashed.
Whoosh—.
“Aheuh…”
The splattered fluid was spread evenly over my clothes, his clothes, and the bed.
W-What if he thinks I was rude…
I was an adult who didn’t do things like wet the bed. A sense of injustice washed over me. It was actually all his fault. If he hadn’t made me feel so wretched, this wouldn’t have happened. It was so unfair that tears welled in my eyes.
“Heeing…”
I lifted my soaked dress. I could see my bare skin, slick and sticky with fluid. My cheeks burned.
“I-I have to wash up…”
I had to sneak out, wash up, and erase the evidence as much as possible. I had to change the sheets and secretly wipe the splashes off his clothes to make it seem like nothing happened. My mind made up, I began to crawl stealthily off the bed.
Tremble, tremble—.
When I placed my feet on the floor, my legs were shaking so much it was hard to stand properly.
And on top of that…
Drip. Drip.
Droplets falling from between my legs were leaving a trail wherever I walked.
“Hing…”
My face fell into a pout. I was so upset. If I had been fully satisfied, I wouldn’t be this upset. But I was left wanting, and the bed was soaked, and I was just filled with frustration.
“This is all…”
I glared at him, still sleeping so peacefully through it all. He was so infuriating.
“J-Just you wait…”
Tomorrow, I would absolutely, definitely go all the way.