65. In the Heat of the Moment 1
65. In the Heat of the Moment 1
"If you don't wake up, I'll eat you...?"
The words were spoken in an incredibly cute voice, but they were so utterly absurd that I couldn't find my voice.
'Living my life, I really do run into all kinds of things.'
What on earth did she come in here to do?
I kept pretending to be asleep to see more of her reaction, and she placed her hand on my chest.
The familiar citrus scent tickled the tip of my nose.
Apparently, her hair was moving back and forth right in front of my face.
"Are you really not going to wake up? Then..."
While I was wondering what she was up to, the buttons of my pajama shirt began to come undone one by one.
The speed was no joke... She was seriously planning to take it off.
I cracked my eyes open.
"Do you know what time it is... What's the matter?"
"See, you were awake after all. Hurry up and get up."
When I opened my eyes, Liber was looking down at me.
Liber, who had climbed on top of me and was fiddling with my buttons, had a slight blush on her cheeks and was smiling at me.
"...What kind of situation is this."
"You heard everything, didn't you? I came to bossam you."
Bossam? A girl sneaking into a men's dormitory where a guy lives alone and saying something like that—it was scandalous.
When I briefly considered how Liber had gotten into the men's dormitory, I recalled that the academy banned men from entering the women's dormitory, but the reverse was not a problem at all.
Liber, wearing an alluring smile, was dressed in a thin slip dress, the likes of which she had never shown before.
It was an extremely thin, minimal dress that left her legs bare below the thighs and exposed her shoulders, with the blue of her underwear showing through.
I had never seen her in clothes that revealed this much skin, so the gap in her image was immense.
As thin as it was, the dress revealed every curve of her body, showing off her balanced, sturdy figure without filter.
I definitely thought she looked beautiful.
It was a funny thought to have now, of all times.
We never put it into words as friends, but Liber was always beautiful.
I had thought it, but that was as far as it went.
When a friend suddenly shows up in thin clothes and says she came to do lewd things, bewilderment came before excitement.
It could all be an elaborate hidden-camera prank, couldn't it?
If they went this far, and I got excited by myself thinking it was possible and made a move...
'...So you were looking at me with those kinds of eyes...'
I could end up hearing something like that.
If that happened, it would be insanely embarrassing, so I couldn't let it slide right now.
"This is too much for a joke. Since when are you some hot-blooded adolescent boy?"
"Yeah... I think I am."
"....You are?"
"I think I am an adolescent boy."
What kind of bullshit was this? The absurdity of it left me speechless.
"I got... hot-blooded and came here... Tomorrow's the full moon, you know."
When I glanced sideways, I saw the nearly full moon behind her.
"When the full moon rises, there's this feeling like your blood is boiling... Have you ever felt it?"
"What are you, a werewolf..."
The fact that she became more vigorous when the full moon rose—at the very least, ordinary people didn't get excited looking at the full moon.
For a moment, I thought she was just talking nonsense, but her tone wasn't a joking one, so I didn't dismiss it.
Getting excited at the sight of the full moon was a trait of beastmen or werewolves, but it was plausible enough that Liber, who outwardly looked just like a human, could exhibit it too.
Because there was no way to definitively say that such beings' blood hadn't mixed into the distant ancestors of the Simore family, who used a white wolf as their family crest.
'Wait... Now that I think about it, isn't something a bit off?'
With that in mind, looking at Liber again, I started to notice things I hadn't seen upon first waking.
It wasn't just her flushed cheeks—her skin was heated all over, her breathing was roughened, and the biggest change of all was... her amber eyes.
Her eyes, beautiful like jewels, were glowing faintly.
Her golden, glowing eyes were even more noticeable because the only illumination was the faint moonlight filtering in through the gaps in the curtains.
"My family has this thing...! Normally... I would... handle it alone, but today it's a bit hard, so..."
"...By yourself?"
The moment I heard that, I got slightly excited.
It was because I had imagined Liber masturbating by herself in her room every time the full moon rose.
"Ah, really...! Making me say this kind of embarrassing stuff... Can't you just hold me once without asking questions...?"
She must have found it embarrassing herself, as she eventually started pounding on my chest with her fists.
It wasn't a cute tap-tap—there was real strength behind it, making a thud-thud sound.
I wasn't entirely sure, so I was playing a little hard to get, but honestly, I was excited.
It's not like I was asexual, nor did I dislike women.
From what she was saying, it didn't seem like she was just testing me.
No man would refuse when a woman this beautiful came to him on her own asking to be eaten.
"Who said I don't like you?? I do like you, but... we really didn't have anything like that..! Don't do something you'll regret. You've got a fiancé, and you're not even afraid..."
"Don't bring that up."
When I mentioned her fiancé, she grabbed the collar of my half-undone shirt.
The identification tags hanging around my neck clinked together, and a clear metallic sound rang out.
"....I didn't come here on impulse... and I don't do this with just anyone."
She buried her face in my chest and spoke quietly, as if making an excuse to someone.
I couldn't see her face, but I could tell that her expression was not a very good one.
Even so, the thought of embracing Liber still didn't occur to me.
There was truly nothing between us.
Why me, of all people? That a cute and kind girl like this would come to a short, foul-tempered piece of trash whose fists fly faster than his words to ask to be held—there had to be some ulterior motive.
We really were just friends. The thought that I couldn't do this to a friend I'd been joking around with just hours ago was my last line of defense.
As I kept putting up a wall, Liber suddenly flared up in anger.
"You seduced me first, and now you're acting like this?"
"I did...??"
"That's right... You're the one who made me feel this way first!"
The words coming out of Liber's mouth were clearly the same language as mine, but I couldn't understand what she was talking about.
"Being incredibly strong and teaching me swordsmanship for no real reason... Bringing me a bunch of elixirs from who-knows-where when I got a little hurt... Coming to visit me every day in the hospital, and staying by my side without a word when things were hard... Looking so ridiculously cute while saying things that sound so dependable... You... You seduced me first!!"
Everything she was fervently shouting were things I had actually done.
But to me, those were just actions I took because Liber was an important character and a friend whose personality meshed well with mine.
W...Was that so?
Were those... things that could cause a misunderstanding??
".....Fine, I wasn't going to go this far... but if you keep this up, I have my own ideas too."
Suddenly, Liber's brow furrowed.
It was the expression she made when she was genuinely angry.
It was frightening how she stared at me without a word, with her dimly glowing golden eyes.
"...Why are you suddenly acting all serious..."
But, thinking I couldn't back down here, I was about to hold my ground when Liber hurled a short, single sentence.
It was something I had truly never even imagined.
"No way. Is it because your thing is as small as your height, so you're backing out because you have no confidence?"
-Ppajiik!
A vein popped up on my forehead.
"Kyaat?!"
When I came to my senses, I had grabbed Liber—who'd been on top of me—thrown her down onto the bed, and climbed on top of her.
Liber, who had been on top but was now pinned underneath me, wore a surprised expression.
It wasn't that I had no sexual desire.
It was just that other things took priority over my sex drive at the moment...
One of those priorities—Liber—was right in front of me continuing to provoke me, and it was hard to hold back.
The fact that she deliberately said those words to me meant she was provoking me to go all the way.
I knew full well that this wasn't a good decision.
Letting a cheap provocation push me into a physical relationship on impulse—I would definitely regret it later.
"From now on, everything that happens is something you brought on yourself."
I let out a low, threatening growl.
Liber, lying sprawled on the bed, looked incredibly appetizing.
As delicious as she looked, she was clearly a poisoned apple that would make me sick if I ate her, but after hearing that crap, if I just let it slide, I wouldn't be a human being.
Now that I'd already thrown her down, I might as well enjoy devouring her.
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The moment our positions were reversed, our lips met.
Whether she was flustered or just didn't know what to do, the confident demeanor Liber had shown moments ago was nowhere to be found. She simply shut her eyes tight, puckered her lips, and savored the innocent kiss.
That reaction was incredibly cute.
This alone wasn't enough to satisfy me.
This time, without separating our lips, I parted hers.
When I subtly moved my lips to guide her movements, she obediently opened her mouth.
Liber, who had been speaking so boldly moments ago, was now just closing her eyes tightly and surrendering her body to my movements.
She obediently parted her lips, and my tongue slid smoothly into her mouth.
"Hnn..??"
I felt Liber startle as she sensed that lump of flesh invading her mouth.
When my tongue tapped and knocked on her teeth—clenched shut from surprise—they soon parted, and I met Liber's tongue, which had been shyly hiding inside.
"Hah... Hah..."
Our tongues and saliva mixed, creating a wet, sloppy sound.
She wasn't used to it, but Liber, moving just as I guided her, was an excellent student.
As we passionately explored each other's lips, a heat that felt like it could burn rose from our bodies. When I paused to feel it, I realized it wasn't just a metaphor.
Liber's body temperature was hotter than usual.
It wasn't just the degree of heat from mutual excitement and arousal.
Liber's body temperature had literally become so hot that it felt like touching her would burn my hand.
I thought she had just been spouting nonsense to bossam me, but it seemed something really was happening to her body.