NOVEL NEXT Episode 22
Episode 22
You have two moles lined up under your left eye, and one more under the right side of your lips.
With an expressionless face, your eyes, which would clearly rise sharply, appear languid and drooping due to your habit of looking down on others in every situation. And next to your habitually curving lips are three distinct, black moles.
When ten fingernails caress him as if tapping, your lips, already curved like a crescent moon, twist strangely as you pull the location of the moles.
“Unless you’re trying to please me, it means you’re sincere… Dating? You and I are dating? My, my goodness. Are you saying we can’t sleep together without the word love…?”
“…..”
“How cute. Someone as innocent as you will get eaten up by a guy like me, Mr. Ryuseong.”
He vaguely thinks he wants to devour your moles again.
If he said he wants to hotly lick your cold skin with his tongue, glare at you and see the expression you make, what would you answer.
Even you, who look down on everything to the point of arrogance, wouldn’t be able to hide your shaking eyes then.
‘Who the hell is getting eaten by whom…’
“Don’t look at me with such a pitiful face. What you’re doing is cute, so I can play along… But let me ask you one thing instead. There’s something I’m curious about.”
Your eyes are a light purple color with low saturation and high brightness. A bright hue that can be mistaken for a thin scarlet. A white-hot, scorching purple, closer to destruction and mad desire than creation, constitutes you.
Ryuseong knew those eyes.
They were eyes wanting to devour.
“You impudent man, with what confidence are you discussing patience in front of me?”
Eyes that carefully observe the prey, waiting for a chance to thoroughly dissect the tension of muscles, reaction of nerves, and movement of joints, and mince the flesh with molars.
“Do you think you can endure it?”
The eyes of a predator.
“I’m saying I’ll let you go all the way, and you’re satisfied with just a kiss, you.”
A gaze looking down from afar. Eyes affirming you won’t be able to do it. Looking down on you. Putting you down…
Emotions flared up darkly. Ryuseong opened his mouth as he pleased.
“Shall we make a bet.”
Before he finished speaking, he grabbed your shoulders. And flipped your body over.
It’s not that he didn’t feel resistance, but with one hand he pressed you down on the bed, and with the other he brought a potion bottle to his lips and bit it open. Pressing down your lower body that seemed to want to kick, he tilted the bottle and poured the silver potion on you.
“Who will beg first.”
As the potion poured down your neck, your shoulders trembled from the cold. As if wanting to escape from being forcibly pressed down earlier, you were struggling. He tightly gripped your shoulders with his hands to keep you from moving. But you were still smiling perfectly as if it was drawn.
“…Not bad, a bet. I think it’d be fun to see you cry.”
“The one crying will be you.”
Judging from the signs of the wound healing, it seemed one potion wouldn’t completely heal it. It may be just cheap stuff to Cassice Demillang, but he poured all the A-grade potions that others can’t get even if they wanted to.
He had heard there are constitutions that don’t respond well to potions originally, but he didn’t expect it to be you.
‘So that’s why you always carried top-grade potions.’
Having cast blood magic with such a constitution, you’re absurd, but without commenting, he tore open one more potion. After pouring a couple more, the shirt you were wearing started getting soaked.
But you didn’t seem to care that the shirt, which had been covered in blood with your collar torn and collarbone exposed, was transparently revealing your skin, only seeming to dislike the cold.
“I’m cold… Will you warm me up?”
And you say that. With a disgusting expression as if you’re fragile, leaving room as if asking to be hugged. Attracting people terribly elegantly.
Damn Cassice Demillang.
You would have been like this at any unknown point in time too. A meaningless urge surged up. Sticking out his tongue, he licked your collarbone and sucked up the potion collected there. Deeply, enough to leave marks.
“This isn’t a kiss, so didn’t you lose?”
Slightly baring his teeth, he growled.
“Didn’t I kiss your collarbone.”
“…Aha? So that’s how you’ll play it?”
Then I don’t need to mind my manners either, right?
In an instant, you muttered something meaningful and pulled his black hair back. Forcing his head up, you swallowed him with cool lips when his eyebrows were furrowing.
***
It was the first time the other person’s tongue felt hot when kissing.
Maybe it’s because Ryuseong’s body temperature is high to begin with, but usually it feels lukewarm or warm at most, but earlier when Ryuseong licked the collarbone with his tongue, it felt like he would get burned.
‘Maybe it’s because Cassice’s body is cold.’
Cutting the thought short, he dug deep into the mouth while grabbing Ryuseong’s hair and entangled their tongues. Everything this bastard said, like wishing for an innocent love affair or dating, was funny, but unfortunately, I knew this type well. Ascetic. Struggling to forcibly wrap up desire neatly.
Ryuseong also seemed to roughly try to lead the kiss a few times, but as if that would work. Deliberately inducing lewd, squelching sounds, he wrecked him with the corners of his lips curled up. Scratching the roof of the mouth with a blunt tip, pushing in deep to entangle to the roots, and thickly smearing the hot, slick mucous membrane, soothing and coaxing it.
‘I’ve lived promiscuously for how many years, you think I can’t properly play with one young thing?’
Yeah, of course you’ll want to get on top of me too. It’s natural for any man to think of wanting to be on top. But you know what. I do it better, bastard. I have more experience than you…
“…?”
Huh, what. What the.
Cassice Demillang, why are you so sensitive?
‘Why do you feel this much just from kissing…?’
Wait. Wait a minute. Trying to push away the chest, that damn protagonist bastard wouldn’t listen, so he clenched a fist and hit him. But his wrist was grabbed and he was slammed to the floor.
“Ugh…”
Wow, listen to that moan. That came out of my mouth?
Damn it. This is driving me crazy. I forgot this isn’t my body. If it’s not my body, the sensitivity I knew could be different.
And I underestimated the protagonist’s skill as a genius. Even though the original work described the protagonist as a bastard who’s good at anything physical.
As he learned kissing from me, his initially clumsy, rough, overeager tongue movement changed so much it was unrecognizable.
The novice who tried to force his lips apart and shove his tongue in, then lost momentum when gently lured, now thickly sucked the root of the tongue and even rubbed the roof of the mouth like I had done. So now I was being driven to the point I wouldn’t be able to even breathe properly on my own if he didn’t let me go.
Ah, fuck. The sensation is lewd. You can’t keep touching and sucking the sensitively heated spots. I might get aroused. I want to push him away but I have no strength. His fingers are fiddling with my earlobes. Unlike mine, the joints are thick and firm, and they’re so hot it felt really strange. Due to the sound of skin brushing, echoing in the narrow ear canal, it felt like even the eardrums were being violated.
Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes and flowed down my cheeks. My mouth is wet too, fuck. I’ve never been rendered so helpless like this. L-like this. This fucking bastard fuck.
“…Where’s that confidence from earlier.”
When I desperately grabbed his collar and clung to him, he lightly bit my lower lip with his canines, pulled it, and paused for a moment. And the words he uttered while smiling askew were that. An infinitely handsome man to my taste was looking down at me, raising one corner of his lips.
…So I didn’t even want to imagine what kind of expression I was making…
“…Mm, that was okay. Not a bad kiss.”
Wanting to die of embarrassment, I forcibly pretended not to cry, to be fine, to be calm, but when Ryuseong’s fingertips roughly swept down my neck, a thin, suppressed breath escaped like a moan again.
Ah, fuck. I get now why Cassice Demillang wore tuxedo gloves and wound a cravat up to his neck even in midsummer.
“Aren’t you absurdly sensitive?”
You probably avoided all contact because you feel this much!
I never imagined I would suffer like this in my own body. It was humiliating to be sneered at by that Ah-X bastard.
It was a reality so unfortunate it was sad.
No, how much more experienced am I than you. You think you’re something just because you’re good at kissing when you haven’t even gone “oh”? The world is vast and I’m fucking goo-
“Heuk.”
Ah, fuck. What did I just do?