“Episode 7”
Memories vividly flooded back. The day after a late lunch, when Clodan personally carved apples for dessert. Ray finished hers sweetly, but the shock on Mrs. Merry and Philip’s faces was quite evident.
There were other instances. Afternoon spent reading by Ray, with Clodan sitting beside her, feeding her cake with a fork, then pouring tea. Like a baby bird receiving food, every time Ray opened her mouth, the fork went in. Flipping through the pages of a book was Ray’s only responsibility.
It seemed like a natural, spontaneous action, but Mary’s reactions, as relayed, were intense.
“Really? Is this about the master I serve?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Goodness,” she said, looking at Ray strangely, as if peering at a deceitful cough drop. But her attitude changed after witnessing the truth. His actions seemed astonishingly unusual to her.
“You’re suppressing your true self, so it must be quite a torment.”
“True self?”
Mary’s excited lips opened momentarily, and Philip, who was clearing away the tea cups, interjected.
“Be careful with your words.”
Philip said, eyes wide open. It carried an air of warning, as if he were going to cut off an insolent tongue. The mood soured, and Mary, annoyed, left the room. Ray, immersed in her reading, forgot about the forgotten conversation.
“Clodan, wait a moment.”
That’s when Ray became aware. The pretense had been peeled off Clodan, revealing a malicious, nervous man, and he chuckled at her surprise. Ray, who wasn’t accustomed to the situation, was the only one feeling embarrassed.
“Clodan, don’t… do that in such a place.”
But Clodan provocatively stuck out his tongue. Then he calmly tasted the area he had just kissed, as if savoring the aftermath. Ray’s resisting wrist was seized by him.
“It’s ticklish.”
Clodan paid no mind and changed his target. He pulled down her loose nightgown, revealing her shoulder. Ray, with closed eyes, couldn’t bear to witness. Clodan’s tongue enveloping her shoulder, biting and teasing like a suckling piglet, was unbearable. Her head spun.
“Ray.”
Clodan, using the sheet as a blindfold, called her as he tasted her shoulder.
“Don’t like it?”
Clodan knew. Ray, repressed and raised in deprivation, was inexperienced in refusing affection and craved the love of others. Even now. If she didn’t want it, she could curse or run away, but all she did was nibble on her innocent lips.
“Seems like you like it.”
Clodan, hunched like a hatchling, acted even more impertinent. Although both wanted each other desperately, the situation felt unjust. Ray was on the verge of rejecting him each time, yet it was unfair. But what could be done? The inevitable happened, and the woman was as lovable as ever.
Clodan gently pushed away her reason.
* * *
She had no choice but to cry out like an injured beast. There was no way out. Struggling without any gain, the battered Ray belatedly understood the term “child’s play.”
“I-I don’t like it! Ah, ah, ah!”
She hadn’t even completely taken off her underwear. Helpless, with her ankles entangled, she was frantically enduring the pleasure given by Clodan. His tongue expertly navigated the sensitive area. The gentle touch of his fingers stimulating her intimate parts. Ray’s lips had been sealed, only quivering with each moment she couldn’t release.
Ray was doing whatever she could, moving her arms and legs frantically. Attempting to push Clodan’s head away, she was unsuccessful, and she trembled as she could not detach her tightly held lips. Philip warned her.
“Be careful with your words.”
He said, with eyes wide open. It was an energy as if he was going to cut off the cheeky tongue. Mary, who was disgusted, left the room. Ray, immersed in her reading, had forgotten about the forgotten conversation.
“Clodan, wait a moment.”
At that moment, Ray became aware. The pretense had been peeled off Clodan, revealing a malicious, nervous man, and he chuckled at her surprise. Ray, who wasn’t accustomed to the situation, was the only one feeling embarrassed.
“Clodan, don’t… do that in such a place.”
But Clodan provocatively stuck out his tongue. Then he calmly tasted the area he had just kissed, as if savoring the aftermath. Ray’s resisting wrist was seized by him.
“It’s ticklish.”
Clodan paid no mind and changed his target. He pulled down her loose nightgown, revealing her shoulder. Ray, with closed eyes, couldn’t bear to witness. Clodan’s tongue enveloping her shoulder, biting and teasing like a suckling piglet, was unbearable. Her head spun.
“Ray.”
Clodan, using the sheet as a blindfold, called her as he tasted her shoulder.
“Don’t like it?”
Clodan knew. Ray, repressed and raised in deprivation, was inexperienced in refusing affection and craved the love of others. Even now. If she didn’t want it, she could curse or run away, but all she did was nibble on her innocent lips.
“Seems like you like it.”
Clodan, hunched like a hatchling, acted even more impertinent. Although both wanted each other desperately, the situation felt unjust. Ray was on the verge of rejecting him each time, yet it was unfair. But what could be done? The inevitable happened, and the woman was as lovable as ever.
Clodan gently pushed away her reason.
* * *
She had no choice but to cry out like an injured beast. There was no way out. Struggling without any gain, the battered Ray belatedly understood the term ”
