Chapter 058. Sweet Morning
“Umm… Haa…”
Each time she bit into something soft and indulged, sweet moans ceaselessly poured from the woman’s mouth.
“Hng!”
But at the moment of brushing against that peak, she shivered, bit her lips, and stubbornly suppressed her moans.
The more she did, the more persistent Raymond’s actions became.
“Ah… Hnng!!”
At the scream-like sound that burst out despite her restraint, the lower part, which hadn’t even been touched yet, kept fiercely clamoring.
Begging to be released quickly.
Begging to be let into the place where it belonged.
Honestly, she couldn’t even remember how long she had been holding back.
Was it when she saw those red lips moving incessantly, saying she couldn’t sleep?
No, it seemed to have started from the moment he found the woman descending the darkened third-floor stairs.
The lower part, faithful to instinct, had already been steadily growing in volume for quite some time.
In Raymond’s life, abstinence and patience were not particularly difficult.
From a time he could hardly remember, he had to remain composed and steadfast in place of his father, who had forgotten the Cheister name, and the result of whipping and tempering himself was the Raymond von Chester of today.
A cold and perfect Raymond von Cheister, unshaken by any situation or anything.
That belief was like an unbreakable, solid fortress.
As it had been until now, it would remain unchanged in the future.
But—
As if mocking that very notion, one day, suddenly, a challenge was thrown into his life.
A woman who had clung to him tenaciously, as if imprinted in his mind from the moment he first saw her.
Raymond thought it was distasteful, or perhaps a sense of displeasure toward her.
A lowly status, nothing, and incapable of becoming anything.
So he believed he could cleanly shake her off, and he was confident he would.
But he realized once again, in this very moment, that it had been impossible from the start.
“Ah, s-stop… Haa… Your Grace…”
At the plaintive, crying sound, Raymond finally spat out what he had been rolling on the tip of his tongue and looked down intently at the woman’s face.
Her under-eyes, reddened and raw in no time.
Her cheeks, flushed with heat.
The slightly parted red lips beneath.
The sight of the woman lying there, gasping for breath without a single thread on her, was intensely lascivious and decadent.
Raymond slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips to the moist under-eyes of the woman.
Chaste, soft kisses made the trembling of the woman’s body in his arms palpable.
How much time passed like that?
As her rapid breathing gradually stabilized, Raymond’s hand slowly moved downward.
Pushing through the thicket nestled between her slender legs, the woman’s body jolted as if burned.
Pressing down the writhing woman firmly, Raymond whispered lowly into her ear.
“Shh— It’s okay…”
As if responding to his tender, soothing voice, the tension in her inner thighs began to soften.
Raymond didn’t rush, slowly and carefully rubbing the inside.
From the moisture curling around his fingertips, he could tell her body had long been ready.
How endearing and lovable that was.
Even after that, much more time passed before Raymond finally straightened his waist.
Soon, the sound of loosening his clothes echoed clearly in the darkness, and the shadows of the two began to slowly intertwine.
The moment Raymond’s body fully sank into the interlocking space, a long sigh burst from both their mouths simultaneously.
It was the moment when breathtaking ecstasy finally began.
* * *
As her eyelids slowly lifted, Deborah finally woke from sleep.
An unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar bed.
Her eyes, blinking in a daze, took in the scenery for a while before suddenly widening.
As she tried to sit up abruptly—
“Ugh!”
A sudden pain startled her, and a short moan escaped through her teeth.
‘What in the world…’
A throbbing pain deep inside her, a sensation she had never felt before.
Her puzzled expression, tilting her head, gradually turned to shock as her gaze moved downward.
A body without a single thread, dozens of marks scattered across her skin like feverish blossoms.
“…”
As her hand slowly traced those marks, a memory suddenly flashed through her mind.
‘Haa… Ah, ah!’
‘Ha…’
‘Your G-Grace… Hng, s-strength… Nng!’
‘Right… Just a little, a little more…’
Her face flushed hot like a red rose as the memories of the previous night flooded in.
And naturally, her gaze shifted to the side.
“…”
Seeing the man lying face-down with his eyes closed, she vividly realized once again that the memories from earlier were not a dream but reality.
That’s right. Last night…
They had finally crossed that line.
Perhaps because the heat of the night had swept through, it felt as if she had been abruptly pulled back to reality.
What should she call this feeling?
An indescribable unease seeping into the overwhelming happiness.
The thought that she had foolishly crossed into a relationship with an obvious end.
“…”
Once the ominous thoughts began, they kept growing, chaining one after another in her mind.
As if to cut them off, Deborah shook her head vigorously.
It was already something unavoidable.
If she had started it knowing the end, that was her burden to bear alone.
Worrying about things that hadn’t yet come was as foolish and futile as it could get.
Deborah’s gaze suddenly turned to the scenery outside the window.
The faint light of dawn creeping in.
It was a scene heralding the imminent arrival of morning.
She had to act before someone opened the bedroom door and came in.
The moment Deborah hurriedly turned her gaze to find her clothes—
Oh, a force suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her body back before she could resist.
“Leaving?”
A low, hoarse voice, still heavy with sleep.
She had tried to slip away quietly, but it seemed her movements had disturbed his deep sleep.
“…It’s almost morning.”
At her words implying she had to go, the man let out a short hum.
Though the man’s arm touching her bare skin bothered her, Deborah continued speaking as if it were nothing.
“And, the friend I share a room with might wake up…”
There were probably a couple of hours left until waking time, but she still had to go back now.
If someone saw her leaving his bedroom…
Thinking it was best to hurry out before the day fully broke, Deborah opened her mouth again.
“Then I’ll—”
But her words were cut off by the soft sensation touching her back.
“Ah…”
A short moan burst out.
Chaste, chaste.
As he kissed her bare skin closely, Deborah’s body trembled as if convulsing.
“…W-Wait, Your Grace, hng…”
Perhaps due to the lingering effects of the previous night, her hypersensitive skin heated up far too quickly.
As the intensity deepened, Deborah, realizing the man’s intentions, wriggled her body.
“Wait, Your Grace, please—”
But, as expected, her goal was not achieved this time either.
The arm around her waist pulled her closer, causing her body to fall backward.
The man’s large body immediately covered hers.
Chaste, chaste.
This time, kisses landed on her lips, then continued to her neck.
Amidst the meltingly sweet kisses pouring down, a secretive whisper reached Deborah’s ear.
“…Stay a little longer.”
“…”
The pleading, low voice.
‘I shouldn’t… I need to leave now…’
Even though her mind knew it was wrong, it was hard to stay composed with the man’s actions moving downward.
“Ah…”
With the short moan that burst out, the heat of the previous night quickly seeped back onto the bed.
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By Anna 💓
