Episode 55

“I feel the same. I want to be with you.”

“Then why push me away?”

Rosanna shivered slightly, and Kyle instinctively reached out, covering her shoulders with his hands. His warmth seeped through her skin.

“You have to learn to control yourself. I have to protect you, Rosanna. You have more to lose than I do. And people start moving around early in the morning—someone might see us if we don’t leave soon.”

“……”

“Are you… crying?”

His voice was laced with concern.

Rosanna lifted her head—and then burst into laughter.

“Got you.”

Kyle let out a breath of relief, exhaling deeply.

“Alright. I’ll respect your decision. But before we leave… make me feel good.”

“W-What do you mean—”

“Touch me.”

Rosanna leaned in closer, her body pressing forward. Kyle’s gaze involuntarily dropped to the soft curves before him.

“It’ll feel better if you do it rather than me doing it myself.”

Kyle hesitated.

Would he really be able to stop at just touching her?

His body reacted instantly to Rosanna, and he wasn’t sure if he could restrain himself. But if he hesitated too long, she would simply wait him out, wearing down his resolve until he gave in.

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to focus and reached out, cupping her chest with his hands. It fit perfectly, as if shaped just for his touch. He hesitated at first, rubbing lightly before giving a gentle squeeze.

Rosanna exhaled a breathy sigh, her voice carrying a sultry undertone.

“They’re… really soft….”

“I asked you to touch them, not to poke me from below.”

She was referring to the part of him that had fully hardened in response.

Kyle, mortified, immediately pulled his hands away.

“I can’t help it… I touched you, so… it just happened. …Is that enough now?”

Rosanna grabbed him by the nape of his neck and locked eyes with him. The laughter in her eyes faded, replaced by a deep ruby hue.

“I told you. To follow your heart. See, you want me. That’s your true desire.”

Kyle’s vision was filled with a red glow.

“Be true to your desires.”

Her charm worked without fail. The light in his eyes began to fade.

A single command was imprinted in Kyle’s mind: to act on his desires. His hands instinctively reached out to grasp her chest. With each squeeze, his arousal grew stronger.

Rosanna, who had been sitting with her legs apart, shifted her position and wrapped her calves around Kyle’s waist. Their groins pressed together, and the pressure against his lower body intensified.

She whispered into his ear,

“Do it with your mouth.”

At her words, Kyle, who had been holding Rosanna’s waist, bit into one of her breasts. The way his tongue rolled over her nipple was skillful, and the suction was strong. As he alternated between both breasts, he subtly lifted his hips, urging for a physical connection.

Could it be that he was fumbling because he didn’t know what to do?

After all, charm wasn’t omnipotent. Kyle was being true to his desires within the limits of his knowledge. The intensity with which he gnawed at her protruding nipple grew stronger. It seemed he was eager to satisfy his desires but didn’t know how.

“Ah, mm…”

Rosanna reacted sensitively to his caresses, tilting her neck back. She could feel herself growing wet below.

“Kyle, ah… give me your hand.”

One of the arms wrapped around her waist slipped away, and a hand appeared before her eyes. Rosanna kissed the back of his hand as if rewarding him, then sucked on his fingers. When two thick fingers—his index and middle fingers—entered her mouth, the space inside became tight.

She licked between the two fingers, her tongue sliding between them. Kyle bent his fingertips, tickling her tongue. Saliva pooled beneath the base of her tongue. When she opened her mouth to release the teasing fingers, a long strand of saliva stretched out.

Rosanna smiled with her moistened lips.

“I’ll teach you how to please me.”

Guiding Kyle’s hand downward, she lifted the hem of her skirt. His blunt fingertips pushed past her underwear and touched her intimate area. As his hand began to rub and move back and forth, the intensity grew, and Rosanna’s breathing turned into soft moans.

“I want to make you feel good.”

Kyle spoke with eyes devoid of light. Even under the influence of her charm, he prioritized Rosanna over his own lust. For him, serving her came before satisfying his own desires. That was his true longing, even after seeing her ruby-red eyes and inhuman appearance.

At one point, Rosanna had wondered if he might feel fear, but it was a baseless concern. Even if he knew her true nature, he wouldn’t treat her like a monster.

“My judgment was right after all.”

Kyle was the only man who could become her attachment figure.

Rosanna brushed back his sweat-drenched hair.

“That’s why I adore you.”

The moment she kissed his forehead, his long fingers slipped inside her.

Startled by Kyle’s sudden move—pushing both fingers into her at once—Rosanna leaned her side against the backrest. The stumble only deepened the penetration. Though she was already wet, his fingers didn’t stay still, stirring her inner walls and moving in and out repeatedly. Without any guidance, he occasionally rubbed her entrance or pressed her clit with his fingertips.

Rosanna had only led him to the entrance, but Kyle had figured out how to please her on his own. And he was doing it well. She didn’t have anyone to compare him to, but it certainly felt like he was doing a good job, judging by how she was feeling.

“Ah, ah…”

Overwhelmed by the mounting excitement, Rosanna’s thighs trembled. His fingers, the heat of his breath, their lower bodies pressed together, the moans scratching her throat—her entire body was sensitively absorbing everything about Kyle. His fingers, moving in and out of her entrance with increasing boldness, suddenly pressed firmly against her inner walls. Startled, Rosanna’s body contracted, and Kyle widened her insides with a scissoring motion.

The sacred atmosphere of the chapel was overshadowed by the sound of their lewd breathing. After a while, the wet, rhythmic sounds subsided.

“Haa… why did you stop?”

Rosanna, leaning sideways against the backrest with her senses heightened, opened her eyes. Kyle’s gaze met hers, and his eyes seemed to regain their vitality. It looked as though the charm had worn off, but that couldn’t be. Kyle was supposed to remain under the charm until his desires were fulfilled. The ability was that coercive.

Had the ability weakened after she experienced those strange symptoms? If so, it was a serious matter, but right now, the man before her was more important.

“What’s happening…?”

Kyle was confused. The moment he realized where his fingers had been, his face turned pale. He withdrew his hand and clutched his head, his brows furrowing as if he felt a headache.

“Ugh. I didn’t mean to… No, really, I didn’t.”

He denied it, blaming himself for acting on instinct. It seemed he was quite shocked to face his raw desires.

Rosanna let out a soft “Shh,” calming Kyle down.

“It’s okay to let go.”

“No. I would never think of holding you so carelessly…. Just give me a moment to figure out what’s going on.”

“You wanted this. You wanted me so much you couldn’t resist.”

Kyle’s eyes swept over her. Her flushed face, her chest exposed, her dress hiked up to her thighs as she sat on top of him.

Did I really… Did I really turn the noble lady into this wanton figure?

Guilt washed over him, but at the same time, his stomach tingled. Seeing the red marks scattered across her pale skin, the tingling turned into a boiling sensation. Ecstasy… Is this what ecstasy feels like?

At that moment, a splitting pain surged through his skull. His thoughts seemed to numb, and he gradually grew dazed. As his consciousness began to fade, Kyle rested his head on Rosanna’s shoulder. A voice, almost like a revelation, flowed into his ear.

“Surrender yourself to your desires. That’s all you need to do.”

“Yes….”

When Kyle raised his head, his eyes were dull again.

“What do you want to do?”

He hugged Rosanna and rocked his hips as if pleading. His arousal, threatening to break through his pants, pressed against her lower body. His desperate expression stirred an urge to tease him.

Rosanna slipped her hand between their tightly pressed lower bodies and firmly grasped his thick shape.

“You’re so unruly. Use your words.”

Her voice wasn’t angry at all—it was playful—but Kyle was in no state to tell. Even aside from being under the charm, he was lost in pain, desperate to soothe the throbbing trapped in his damp, constricting underwear.

“Ugh….”

“Come on, hmm?”

“It hurts… I want to take off my pants.”

Rosanna fumbled with his lower garments as he wished, freeing him.

“What next?”

“…I want to… go inside….”

His mumbling was hard to understand. Even in his dazed state, Kyle’s shyness remained intact.

“Again. I’ll make you repeat it until I hear it clearly.”

“Rosanna… I want to go inside you.”

His parted lips exhaled ragged breaths. Rosanna stroked Kyle’s head as he looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“Do as you want. You do it yourself.”

Kyle slid both hands under her skirt, cupping her body, and gently kneaded her buttocks with his grip. His mouth continued to suck and bite at her chest. The arousal trapped between their bodies twitched, pressing up to her navel.