“I think I feel a little dizzy…”
What? He was that exhausted? Startled, I leaned in closer to check on him.
“You’re dizzy? Then what should we do? I need to call someone right away—”
I was already preparing to run to Seiris’ room when he stopped me.
“You just need to stay by my side.”
Even in a situation like this, his words sent a flutter through my chest. But no matter how romantic it sounded, I doubted my presence alone would help with dizziness. Worried, I reached out and gently stroked his cheek.
Kelian closed his eyes briefly, like a docile beast leaning into my touch. Seeing him show even the slightest vulnerability made me want to do whatever I could for him.
“Is there… anything else I can do for you?”
I still didn’t think me just being here would actually help. Maybe I should wake Seiris and ask for a healing spell. As I furrowed my brows, deep in thought, he answered with something completely unexpected.
“There is.”
“What is it?”
“Give me a kiss.”
“…….”
For a second, I thought I had misheard him. But no—there was no mistake. Hesitantly, I tried to pull my hand away, but he caught it, gently guiding me as he leaned back further and further until he was lying on the bed. Looking up at me with an almost pleading expression, he asked softly,
“Do you not want to?”
He was asking the most unnecessary question in the world. Who could possibly say no when he looked at them like that? And in my case, the problem wasn’t that I disliked him—it was the exact opposite. My feelings for him kept growing, and that was the real issue. I felt like I was being tested.
“That’s not going to help with your headache,” I protested weakly.
But instead of replying, he started tracing lazy circles on my palm with his index finger. The sensation sent a strange thrill up my spine. I tried to hold out, to endure, but when his fingers slid up the inside of my wrist, I could only bite my lip, barely holding back a whimper.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
Even though they had accepted me back, my guilt hadn’t completely disappeared. If he kept acting like this, I might start believing he still had feelings for me. Worse—I might start expecting more.
“I like you.”
Kelian answered without much hesitation, as if my question didn’t even require thought. The same eyes that had just moments ago pleaded so desperately for a kiss now gazed at me with unwavering seriousness.
“Aine, I like you.”
His voice melted into my ears, lingering in my mind long after he spoke. My lips parted slightly in shock, but I had no time to close them.
Unless this beautiful hero had suddenly mistaken me for someone else, I hadn’t misunderstood. Kelian was attracted to me—romantically, physically.
“Why?”
The question slipped out before I could stop it.
“My level is low. I deceived you. And honestly… I’m not even that good of a person. My only friend is Malri…”
I was rambling, sounding more like I was begging him not to like me. Yet, I couldn’t stop myself.
Then, Kelian, perfect even with his damp hair falling over his forehead, pulled my hand toward his lips and kissed it.
“I have never once thought you were kind.”
“…….”
That was… shocking in a completely different way.
Seeing my expression, Kelian let out a small chuckle and kissed my palm a few more times before continuing.
“The only thing that matters to me is your feelings. Whether you like me or hate me. That’s all.”
The only thing he cared about was my feelings… My mind, which had frozen in shock and confusion, slowly began working again.
Standing before Kelian, who had just laid his heart bare, I could no longer lie to myself. Maybe I wasn’t capable of suppressing my emotions any longer.
He lay there, waiting for my answer. I leaned closer, closing the distance between us. Despite his naturally cool body temperature, his hand—tightly intertwined with mine—felt burning hot. As if drawn by gravity, my head tilted downward.
And then, awkwardly, I parted my lips and kissed him—a man impossible not to love.
My tongue, inexperienced and hesitant, sought him out, tracing memories of past kisses. His own tongue relaxed, yielding to my movements as if silently encouraging me to take the lead.
“Mmnh…”
A strange, breathy sound escaped from between our lips, making me self-conscious. But when I pressed in deeper, sucking gently on his tongue, the wet sounds of our kiss echoed softly.
“Haa…”
Kelian’s breath, thick with restraint, sent shivers down my spine. I kept going, kissing, sucking, tracing the shape of his tongue until my lungs began to burn. Only then did I finally break away, panting. My chest rose and fell in rapid succession.
Dazed by the heat of the moment, I spoke without thinking.
“Me too.”
It was a clumsy confession, far less refined than my kiss.
“I like you too, Kelian. Really, I like you so much.”
The way I gasped between words, breathless from the intensity of our kiss, made it sound less like a heartfelt confession and more like something shameless. But I didn’t care. I needed to say it—I needed him to know.
Whether he truly understood me or not, I wasn’t sure. He only stared at me, his golden eyes fixed on my face.
“…Kelian?”
Had I come across as too much just now? Maybe I’d been too shameless, and he was regretting it. His silence made me uneasy, so I called his name.
He covered his mouth with one hand, his expression slightly dazed as he answered.
“No, it’s just… I like this too much.”
That was a relief.
As my breath steadied, I finally managed a smile.
“That’s good to hear.”
Kelian liked me. And I liked Kelian.
Such a simple truth, yet it filled me with overwhelming peace. As if wordlessly agreeing on it, we both squeezed each other’s hands. Then, the moment our gazes met, he lunged at me.
“Right now, ha, I might not be able to hold back.”
His words weren’t a warning, just a calm acknowledgment of reality.
Before I could process it, he nipped my lower lip and slipped inside through the parted space. I had thought my kiss had been intense, but compared to this… it had been nothing.
His tongue boldly explored, sliding beneath mine, curling up against the roof of my mouth before wrapping around my hesitant one and pulling it into his rhythm.
“Mmnh, hah…!”
Even the sounds of my own voice, escaping through the heated exchange, seemed to fuel him. He swallowed them greedily, his tongue invading deeper, moving with a desperate hunger.
By the time he finally pulled away, I was panting.
“If you don’t like it, bite me, Aine.”
I thought he would give me a moment to recover, but instead, he sealed our lips again. Bite him? What, his tongue?
As if his words had given him permission rather than restraint, his hands roamed lower. Even through my white dress, I felt the firm squeeze of his grip on my backside, parting and molding the flesh shamelessly before returning it to place.
Then, he shifted, pressing me down onto the bed beneath him.
Our positions had completely reversed.
Settling between my legs, Kelian reached into his inventory and, just like before, retrieved a contraceptive potion. Was it just my imagination, or was the bottle even bigger this time?
The sight of his throat moving as he swallowed, the way the liquid slid down—it was far too sensual.
Once he had drained the bottle, he looked down at me, taking in the disheveled mess I had become beneath him.
“We’re both wearing white.”
As the saying goes, we were both dressed in white. If someone saw us, they might have mistaken us for devotees heading to the temple to pray, yet here we were, doing something entirely different.
“Your clothes will get dirty.”
I meant it as a suggestion to take them off, but Kelian responded in a completely different way.
“Why don’t you dirty them for me?”
“…What?”
“My clothes, I mean.”
For a moment, I felt my face heat up. The hero, who had already been making dangerously suggestive remarks, was now doing it as naturally as breathing. And as his white clothes finally came into focus amid our feverish kisses, a wicked urge stirred within me—the desire to truly dirty him.
Kelian had always given off an air of restraint, his cold and expressionless demeanor making him seem almost ascetic. But dressed in white, he looked even more untouchable. The problem was that I knew just how red his tongue was, how unbearably hot it felt— and that contrast was driving me insane.
“…Yes.”
Dazed, I mumbled my response, and he leaned down to kiss me again. It was softer than before—at least, that was what I thought—until it quickly grew rougher.
My dress was pushed up from below, slipping past my chest in one fluid motion. The cheap negligee underneath bunched up along with it, stopping just short of fully covering me, leaving my chest half-bare in an awkward way.
His hand brushed against the exposed underside of my breast, gently cupping it.
“Ah…”
A sigh-like moan escaped my lips. His thumb pressed in, rolling my hardened nipples in slow circles. My body instinctively twisted, my legs brushing against his thigh multiple times.
“You’re sensitive here too.”
He murmured in a low voice before taking the untouched nipple fully into his mouth.
“Haa…ngh!”
Every time he sucked firmly and swirled his tongue around, my eyes clenched shut. I wasn’t sure if I was really this sensitive, just as he said, or if my senses were simply overwhelmed. Either way, I felt like I was going insane.
While I was too dazed to react, his hand left my chest and trailed downward, brushing over my most intimate area. The slow, deliberate motions felt as though he was testing the wetness there—shame burned through me as I realized how soaked I already was.
All we had done was kiss, a little touching, and yet… I was already this wet.
A single finger slipped past my entrance, parting me with ease. The intrusion was shockingly smooth and natural.
“You’re so hot… and completely soaked.”
He whispered his observation into my ear, his tongue tracing along the curve of my earlobe as he described exactly what he was feeling.
“Don’t… ngh… don’t say things like that.”
Hearing such words from someone who never seemed like the type to say them only made it all the more embarrassing.
“Shall I stop, then?”
It seemed he took my words as “stop talking and just move your fingers faster,” because he simply responded lightly before starting to thrust his fingers in and out. With each movement, wet sounds echoed through the room.
“Haa… ah! Keli… hng, Kelian….”
“Yes, Aine.”
Beneath his calm voice, the lewd, slick sounds only grew louder. His fingers moved at an intense pace, faster than before. It even felt like there were more of them now. No—there were more.
As I trembled helplessly, he pressed a deep kiss against my neck. My legs, sprawled across the bed, tensed, and my toes curled inward. Just as I thought I had reached my limit, as if sensing it, he gently withdrew his fingers.
The next moment, all the strength drained from my body. Gasping, I barely managed to look up at him, my breath coming out in ragged pants.
“Haa…”
Kelian tilted his head slightly toward me, letting out a slow, deep breath. His brows were faintly furrowed, and even in my weakened state, I couldn’t help but feel concerned. He had mentioned feeling dizzy earlier—was that not just an excuse but the truth?
“Is your head… still feeling light?”
But Kelian shook his head.
“No. Aine, it’s just that you’re too sexy.”
It was an answer I hadn’t expected. At the same time, I couldn’t quite agree with him—because in my eyes, ‘he’ was the one who was truly sensual. Even now, with his golden hair and deep teal eyes, he looked like a living masterpiece, a breathtakingly gorgeous man who made the entire world seem brighter just by being in my view.
As I thought about it, a strange sense of immorality washed over me at the realization that just moments ago, that very man had been sucking on my chest and thrusting into me.
Kelian lifted my limp body and positioned me on top of him, making me straddle his lap. My legs spread apart as I perched there, my weight supported by his hands gripping my waist. I blinked down at the unfamiliar posture in confusion, and he explained,
“I want to go in deeper.”
“D-Deeper…?”
When Kelian lowered the front of his trousers, his cock sprang free, rigid and taut. It was still an intimidating size, but not as overwhelming as before. Rather than outright rejection, a hazy memory of the pleasure from when it had filled me and stirred inside surfaced, mingling anticipation with fear.
“Yes, deeper.”
Kelian gripped my waist with both hands and aligned his length between my spread legs. As the tip pressed precisely against my entrance, I swallowed hard. He was seated at an angle on the bed, while I braced my hands on his shoulders, preparing for the impact to come.
“Hngh….”
But no amount of preparation made a difference. The head pushed in abruptly, and with each descent of my waist guided by his hands, our bodies joined deeper and deeper. My supposed readiness proved meaningless as my mind turned completely blank.
My walls, stretched tight, swallowed him endlessly. Perhaps because of this position—straddling him while he sat at a slant—it felt terrifyingly deep. Only then did I fully grasp what he had meant earlier.
“Too… deep… ah, Kelian, stop….”
Perhaps some shred of rationality still remained in him, as Kelian abruptly halted his movements. Despite his unusually chaste appearance today, his eyes were clouded with raw desire.
He had stopped pushing in, but judging by the heavy, swollen sensation in my lower abdomen, it felt like he was already buried almost entirely inside me.
“I won’t put it all in.”
Hearing that now, I couldn’t help but protest.
“You’ve already put almost all of it… in.”
“…No.”
Kelian denied it with a troubled expression. Skeptical, I lowered my gaze to where we were joined—and froze.
There was still nearly half of it left.
The thick veins running along the base were clearly visible, a stark reminder that he hadn’t even fully sheathed himself yet.
How… how was that even possible?
“I’m going to move.”
“W-Wait, ah—ahh!”
Just as it felt like he was pulling out, Kelian suddenly thrust his hips upward while dragging mine down onto him. The overwhelming fullness made my upper body collapse forward, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. As if he had been waiting for that, he licked along the curve of my throat before sinking his teeth in.
“Haah… ah, mmh!”
His hands slid lower, firmly grasping my hips before moving to cup my ass. My body was completely at his mercy, bouncing with every movement he dictated. I was lifted and dropped over and over, the stretch between my legs unbearable as his thick, searing heat forced me open again and again.
I had thought there was nothing left to spill, but each deep thrust wrung more slickness from me, making everything impossibly wetter.
“Ugh… Aine.”
He called my name in an unbelievably lewd voice. Tears clung to the corners of my eyes as I trembled from the relentless motion, barely managing to lift my head and take in Kelian’s appearance through my dazed vision.
Unlike me—half-naked with only a negligée messily bunched above my chest—he remained perfectly dressed, save for his loosened trousers and the way his rigid length was buried deep inside me.
Of course, his eyes, darkened with obscene desire, were far from as pristine as his attire. Still… it felt unfair that I was the only one in such disarray. I wanted to ruin his composure too, just as he had once asked me to.
“Ahh! Ahhng! Kelian, aah, stop—w-wait! Just—just a moment!”
“Did it hurt?”
“No, just… hngh… don’t move. Stay still like this.”
Obediently, he froze mid-thrust, though the tension in his jaw betrayed his frustration. His tongue ran slowly over his lower lip, as if trying to quench an unbearable thirst.
Still straddling him, I pushed against his shoulders, urging him back. He yielded without resistance, his body tilting backward like a well-behaved child. A flicker of curiosity crossed his face, but as I continued to press him down, he finally relented, sinking onto the bed with a soft thud.
“I… I want to do it too.”
The place where we were still connected felt unbearably heavy. This position, where he reached so deeply inside, made the idea of moving on my own daunting. But as I looked down at Kelian, who lay beneath me, gazing up in quiet anticipation, a surge of determination took over.
The urge to dirty him—to ruin the pristine white of his clothes—consumed me, making me feel like some kind of pervert.
“Kelian, you can’t move. Absolutely not.”
“Absolutely…?”
“Promise me.”
“…And how long must I stay still?”
“Until I say it’s okay.”
Despite the rather unfair terms, Kelian nodded. Though he still looked somewhat dazed, he didn’t voice any objections.
“I promise.”
Only after he confirmed it aloud did I gather the courage to lift my hips slightly. As his tip dragged along my deepest spot on the way out, a soft, trembling moan escaped me.
The negligée, which had been precariously draped over my chest, slipped down, cascading over my spread thighs and barely covering the space between them. Like a pair of translucent wings, the thin fabric did little to conceal anything, but still—I was grateful for even that flimsy bit of modesty. It made me feel a little less exposed.
“Aine, this is… haah.”
I lowered my hips again. I wanted to move as fast as he had, but doing it myself made my movements instinctively more cautious. He was just too big. Too big, and yet… it felt so good.
A dull ache spread through my lower abdomen, heat pooling behind my eyes.
“Ahh… hngh… ahhng….”
I had no idea what kind of expression Kelian was making as he watched me move on top of him. Or rather, I didn’t have the presence of mind to check.
Every time my soaked walls stretched around his thick length, the tight, overwhelming fullness sent waves of pleasure through me, making it impossible to think of anything else.
“Ahh…!”
It felt so good—too good—but… was this really enough to dirty his clothes? Or was I the only one drowning in pleasure?
Even to myself, my movements felt clumsy. Unlike Kelian, I wasn’t fast or forceful, and a new worry crept in—what if he found this unimpressive? What if, to him, I was the only one enjoying this?
Though, if that were the case… his cock, still standing thick and rigid inside me, certainly wasn’t showing any signs of disinterest.
Driven by that anxious thought, I abruptly dropped my hips harder than intended—taking in the rest of him in one go. The half of his length that had still remained outside suddenly buried itself to the hilt.
“Ugh…!”
“Aahh…!”
My chin tilted back involuntarily, my entire body nearly toppling backward from the overwhelming sensation. Before I could lose my balance completely, Kelian’s hands firmly gripped my hips, holding me steady. My lower back tingled, my legs trembled uncontrollably, and the pleasure that crashed over me was so intense it felt as if my very sanity had been stolen away. Drool slipped from the corner of my lips.
Like this… I had taken him all the way in.
Kelian, who had momentarily lifted his upper body to support me, let himself fall back onto the bed once I steadied myself. One arm draped over his eyes, his fist clenched so tightly that his muscles stood out in sharp relief.
But I barely noticed. My mind was consumed by the sensation of being completely filled, of having no space left inside me to take anything more.
“Ahh….”
I wanted to move, but it was easier said than done. I struggled for a moment before placing my hands on his chest and tentatively rolling my hips again.
Pulling back enough to expose even the tip was impossible—it was too deep, too snug. Instead, I could only lift slightly before sinking back down, taking him in again with shallow, desperate motions.
“Ahh… ngh….”
I could feel everything—how my walls clenched around the thick length buried deep inside me, how they pulsed and tightened as if trying to trap him there. Kelian must have felt it too; his breathing had turned noticeably rougher.
And yet, with his arm still covering his eyes, I couldn’t see his expression.
Even in the midst of this overwhelming, almost torturous pleasure, a strange urge welled up inside me—I wanted to see his face.
“Kelian…”
With my trembling fingers, I reached out and grasped the arm shielding his face. Slowly, I pulled it away.
What I saw beneath it was… utterly feral.
His expression was like a honed blade, sharp and dangerous, his eyes darkened with raw, unrestrained hunger.
“Can I move now?”
His voice was thick with desperation, and before I could even think, I gave a small nod.
The next moment, his hips snapped upward.
“Ahh! W-Wait, Kelian—ahhng!”
“Ugh… haah…”
Finally freed from restraint, Kelian pounded into me with reckless abandon, as if he had completely lost his mind. He drove himself in with relentless force, filling me so completely that there was no space left untouched.
Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he sat up, pressing his mouth over the thin negligée covering my chest, his lips latching onto my nipple through the fabric.
“It feels… weird… something’s weird—ah!”
On the edge of pleasure, something unfamiliar surged up inside me. I didn’t know what it was, only that it felt strange—so strange that all I could do was repeat the same words over and over.
Kelian’s mouth latched onto my chest, sucking so hard that the thin fabric of my negligée turned damp with saliva. His relentless torment—his thrusts below and his lips above—gave me no reprieve. The foreign sensation only intensified, spreading like a fever through my body.
“Ah… K-Kell…! Something—!”
My words collapsed into incomprehensible sounds, my own voice unrecognizable to me. My head buzzed, my thoughts sinking as if I were drowning.
Kelian suddenly pushed me down onto the bed, spreading my thighs even wider as he pounded into me with even greater speed.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
The wet, obscene sounds filled my ears, each thrust emptying and refilling me in a relentless rhythm.
I couldn’t hold on anymore. I didn’t even know what I was trying to hold back—only that I wanted to, yet I couldn’t.
“Ahh—mmh…!”
As his length withdrew for the briefest moment, something gushed out from within me, spilling messily between my legs.
I wasn’t even sure what it was. Was it just my slick, or… something else entirely?
The thought made me want to cover my face with my arms and disappear.
“…….”
I wished—desperately—that he hadn’t seen. But the way Kelian suddenly stilled made it clear that wasn’t the case.
Mortification slammed into me, so intense I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. Maybe if I stayed there forever, I could escape this crushing embarrassment.
The only small consolation was that I had finally managed to dirty his clothes, just as I’d wanted. But… that didn’t really make me feel any better.
Kelian remained silent, simply staring down at me. The atmosphere turned unbearably tense, thick with something I couldn’t quite name. Then, in a voice so low it was almost a growl, he muttered something under his breath.
I barely caught it, but—was that a curse?
Had he just… sworn?
“I’m going to lose my mind.”
This time, I heard him clearly.
Kelian lowered his head, bringing his face dangerously close to mine. The arms that caged me in trembled, his veins standing out in sharp relief.
“If you hate it… bite me again.”
His voice was dark, heavy with warning.
“I can’t promise I’ll stop this time.”
He had said the exact same thing before kissing me breathless, before completely stealing my senses away.
That same ominous feeling coiled in my chest, but I was too overwhelmed to respond.
And in the silence, he moved again—this time, with a force and persistence unlike anything before.
