Chapter 5: A Night of Unveiling
However, Seraphina's body, raised in his arm, was so light. She felt like she would blow away in the wind, so she gripped him tighter and hugged him.
"I'll do what you want inside, so be gentle," said Seraphina.
"… Oh, I see," he replied.
He remained silent after her words and only then took steps. It was not uncommon for a room to be arranged at a banquet.
There were always rooms where people who drank too much could rest for a while. And it wasn't hard to rent a room at a grand mansion that was holding a banquet.
It was easier to find a place for Seraphina, who was known for her illness. When her face was recognized, she was quickly ushered into a room.
As soon as the door of the dark yet well-prepared guest room closed, his lips rapidly searched for hers, and Seraphina's firmly closed lips felt a slippery tongue invade her mouth.
"Yes…" she murmured.
She held onto him with her small hand and pushed him on the shoulder; however, he pulled her hand back. And Seraphina, still in one arm, had no choice but to be constrained. The more she pushed him away, the more he pressed her against the wall.
As soon as the button on her back was pulled down, the loose clothes came down, gently exposing her body.
Her white skin, reflected in the moonlight, entered his eyes. As the moonlight poured over her swollen chest, his lips slid down towards her peaks as if drunk.
"Wait, a minute…!" Seraphina exclaimed.
Her back stiffened with the chilly sensation on her chest. It was a shock to her, who had felt only the hands of the indifferent servants. Seraphina's lower stomach felt numb as his tongue teased her chest.
This different sensation made her body shudder.
When a man's hand touches a woman's body, they say it is delicate and soft, as if touching a petal, which differed completely from his touch on her body. Far from being delicate, his touch tried to consume Seraphina.
Every time he bit her nipple with his mouth slightly, she squeaked and gripped his shoulder tighter. Her face glowed with shame when she heard a voracious sucking noise in the quiet room.
"It's your first time, but you're feeling it," he remarked.
"It's weird…?" Seraphina responded.
It's weird. He laughed cynically at the pure question she asked out of ignorance.
His face turned red, but his eyes did not avoid hers. When he saw her purple eyes burning with passion, he felt as if his body was heating up further.
"No, it's not weird. It's good to feel it," he said.
Hold me. A quick reaction came from her body as he whispered in her ear. He grabbed her shy and stiff wrist and placed it on his chest.
As he raised her hand to his chest, he saw her hand move with curiosity, and the corner of his mouth rose.
Seraphina's cold fingers dug into his shirt, and he let out a slight groan.
It was a colossal problem for him. As it was his first time, it was difficult for him to control his rationality.
However, he didn't want to lose his rationality. Instead, he wanted to make her curious eyes get more excited by the heat between them. But it was difficult to handle his heat when he encountered her innocent eyes asking for intimacy.
His hand that stroked her chest slipped down. Her face glowed with shame as he rolled up the dress that was wrapped around her legs.
"There's no place where it's not white," he said.
It was not comparable to his skin, which was moderately tanned because of sword training. Her white porcelain skin was like a wax figure.
He fell under the illusion that she would melt down in his heat if he held her.
He squeezed inside her cold thigh, leaving a handprint on her white skin. As he raised her skirt and put his hand over her thin underwear, she reached for his shoulder in a hurry.
"That, that's where…" Seraphina stammered.
"Until when do you want me to wait?" he asked.
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Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone