IWSC CHAPTER 14, EPI 68

Ares groaned as I continued to struggle. I took advantage of the moment when his strength weakened and quickly slipped out of bed. He made a displeased face, but I pretended not to notice and hurriedly picked up my nightgown from the floor.
How on earth could I get that big man to get up?
I paused for a moment, then quietly approached the bed again. I carefully ran my hand along Ares’ thigh as he lay on his side.
I called this the “Sunlight Strategy.” If force wouldn’t work, I’d have to heat him up to get him awake.
“Ugh…”
It seemed to work. He began to stir.
Encouraged, I moved my hand to the inside of his thigh and gently touched the part of him that had stirred so deeply inside me the night before. With a smack, Ares grabbed my wrist. He squinted his eyes open and smiled crookedly.
“Are you trying to seduce me this early…?”
“Maybe…?”
My original goal was to wake him up and send him back to his room.
In the end, I achieved that goal. But not before paying the price for poking a sleeping lion, and it was a very intense price.
Despite just waking up, his strength was fierce as he pushed me back. Grabbing my wrist, he swiftly wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me onto the bed with a surprising speed.
“Oof…!”
The sudden impact made my waist lift slightly. Ares’ head slipped under my loose neckline, and his warm lips touched my chest. The soft yet burning sensation made my breath escape between my lips.
“Ha… Ares…”
Even though it had only been one night, my body already began to heat up, anticipating what was to come.
As he took my breast into his mouth, even the slight pain felt like a thrilling stimulus. His tongue teased my hard, sensitive nipple, making it feel like my entire body was being slowly devoured. It was as if he were a predator savoring his prey before feasting on it.
Ares released the arm wrapped around my waist. His now-free hand slipped under my disheveled nightgown, moving with confidence as if he knew exactly where to go. His large hand pressed down on my most intimate area, gently but firmly, while his fingers began to carefully enter the place already wet with anticipation.
“Ahh…!”
“I’m pleased… you’re already like this.”
Ares lifted his lips from my chest, laughing in a low, wicked tone. To be honest, I hadn’t expected my body to be this heated already. Perhaps it was the experience of the previous night, but my body had prepared itself well to embrace the pleasure.
Ares adjusted his posture, and soon his fully swollen manhood was pressing against my slick entrance, thrusting inside without hesitation.
“Ahhh!”
“Aah…!”
Once again, a heavy pain that I couldn’t quite get used to pierced through my body. My short cries of pain were soon drowned out by Ares’ groans of pleasure.
He gripped my thighs tightly with both hands, then began to thrust into me with the ferocity of a beast. Before I could even adjust to the pain, the overwhelming pleasure of his intense movements engulfed my defenseless body.
“Ha, haa! Ah! Ahn!”
I couldn’t think of anything—it was dizzying. The sharp waves of pleasure that rushed through me made me clutch the sheets in desperation. My legs, limp from the sensation, shook and swayed helplessly in the air as Ares continued to move.
“Ugh! Bianca…!”
Ares called my name in a breathless voice, thick with arousal. The sound of his low, husky voice alone was enough to drive me wild.
“A-Ares…! Stop, stop…! Ahng!”
Suddenly, a burning heat rushed through my entire body. The overwhelming pleasure made my head tilt back on its own. I was nearing my limit…!
“Hah!”
With a loud groan, Ares thrust hard into me one final time.
At that moment, the climax hit me like a bolt of lightning. I gasped, unable to release the moan stuck in my throat. My whole body tensed up, tightening around Ares’ manhood as if I never wanted to let him go.
“Ugh…!”
With a strained moan, Ares trembled for a while, pouring his heat into me as he shook.
After the peak of ecstasy passed, my body felt like it had melted, completely relaxed and exhausted.
Until the red dawn broke, I had been thoroughly devoured by the hungry beast known as Ares. He stretched leisurely as he got up. While he slowly put on the nightwear he had discarded the night before, I lay there on the bed, panting and staring at him in a daze.
“Haha, Bianca. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Too tired to even stand, I could only nod weakly. He gave me a deep smile, kissed me, and carefully peeked through the door. Once he was sure no one was around, he quickly slipped out.
I barely managed to get up and headed to the bathroom. As I soaked in the tub, slowly washing away the remnants of our lovemaking, I noticed something alarming—my body was covered in reddish marks! What was all this?!
Startled, I quickly finished my bath and stood in front of the mirror.
There were red marks all over my neck, collarbone, and even my chest. I stared in shock for a moment before realizing they were traces Ares had left on me from last night and this morning.
This was bad! While I could cover most of the marks with clothes, how was I supposed to hide the ones on my neck?!
There was no choice. Until these marks faded, I’d have to keep my hair down to cover them. Ugh.
After breakfast with Ares, I changed into light, dark-colored clothing and headed to the beach. Since I was finally by the seaside, I wanted to indulge in my favorite pastime—swimming.
Having learned survival swimming and various other styles from a young age, I wasn’t particularly afraid of water. But I knew not to underestimate it either—especially the sea, with its unpredictable waves.
Luckily, the coastal cliffs acted as a windbreak, so the beach in front of the villa had relatively calm waves. It was the perfect condition for a swim in the sea.
This beach is a private property of our family, accessible only to those staying at the villa. With only Ares and me on this sandy shore, there was no need to worry about anyone’s gaze. I laughed out loud and waded into the emerald water.
“Be careful, Bianca.”
Ares’ voice, laced with amusement, warned me from behind.
The sand beneath my bare feet felt pleasantly ticklish as it was washed away by the waves. I stood there for a moment, enjoying the sensation, before walking slowly further in. I quite liked the appropriately cool temperature of the midsummer sea.
Once the water reached my waist, I leaped lightly off the sandy bottom and dove into the sea. Moving gracefully, I closed my eyes and sank into the water. The buoyancy felt like I was flying through the sky.
In the sea, you don’t have to make much effort to stay afloat. After a brief dive, I floated to the surface, looking up at the sky with my arms spread out. My body gently bobbed with the soft waves.
With my eyes closed to the dazzling sunlight, I called out to Ares.
“Ares. Come on in. It’s wonderful.”
I heard Ares’ laughter from a little distance.
When I turned my head slightly, I saw Ares approaching me slowly. After walking a bit, he suddenly vanished with a splash.
Where did he go?
Just as I was wondering, something suddenly grabbed my hips from below and pulled me down with a jolt. Before I could react, I was swiftly dragged underwater.
Surrounded by emerald water, Ares, glowing golden, smiled brightly as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I floated back to the surface, helplessly clinging to him.
“Ares! You startled me!”
As soon as I emerged from the water, I punched Ares’ shoulder, trying to calm my racing heart. He laughed heartily.
“Hahaha, were you really surprised?”
“Of course!”
Even as I huffed and puffed, Ares only continued to smile and chuckle.
Ares, as free in the water as I was, and I chased each other while swimming, playfully floating side by side. We played like children, enjoying ourselves thoroughly.
After our swim, we emerged on the sandy shore, our wet clothes sticking to our bodies. Ares, who had come out of the water first, quickly wrapped a large towel around me.
“Thank you.”
“It’s for my sake. It’s hard for me to control myself when you’re so drenched.”
Ugh, that soothing, seductive voice of his again!
After just two encounters, Ares had truly become a master of seduction!
My face, flushed with heat, must have been bright red even without me looking. Oh, how embarrassing!
Back at the villa, I washed off the salty seawater and sand. As I was drying my wet hair, I heard Ares calling from outside the door.
“Bianca, may I come in?”
“Come in, Ares.”
Ares, looking as refreshed as I did after my bath, came and sat beside me.
“I need to finish the painting I started yesterday.”
“In that case, we’ll need some music to please the ears.”
Ares returned from his room with a violin.
Being able to paint while listening to him play the violin—how could I possibly wish for more!
I began adding colors to the sketch I’d made yesterday. Meanwhile, Ares tuned his violin on the sofa and asked me,
“Is there a particular piece you’d like to hear?”
“I’d be happy with anything you play.”
“Haha…”
His laughter seemed somewhat shy.
As soon as I picked up my brush, the soft, soothing tones of the violin filled the room. The melodies, so calming, allowed my brush to move effortlessly across the canvas.
The sky’s red hues were particularly enchanting. The blend of red and blue, transitioning from light to dark, mirrored the time of day. This mysterious color evoked the same sense of the period I was currently experiencing in my life.
In all the years I’ve lived, there isn’t a single thing I don’t regret. However, at least in my current state, I have no regrets that linger deeply in my mind.
From the moment I decided to accept Ares on the day cherry blossoms fell, I’ve loved him with all my might. As my life wanes, I realize with a heart that aches, that meeting Ares and sharing such passionate love was a great gift bestowed upon me by his free will, avoiding the ‘pillar’ of fiction.
If only we had more time, we could move beyond the fresh beginnings of our romance and experience a deeper, more mature love. A love that, after many conflicts and trial and error, would be characterized by firm trust and a more adult understanding.
But as with everything, there is an end, and I’ve come to understand that my end may come a little sooner than others. I don’t particularly see myself as unfortunate for this. Who in this world lives a life without the tiniest bit of regret until the final unexpected moment?
I turned slightly and looked at Ares, who was playing the violin. It seemed he had been watching me throughout, and our eyes met immediately.
Without either of us needing to speak, we shared a bright smile toward each other.