~ Chapter : 1 ~
“Think carefully.”
“Hmm…?”
In a sweet, hazy consciousness, Litia asked in return. Was it the alcohol, or wasn’t it? Honestly, it didn’t matter either way.
“I told you in advance there’s no turning back. I don’t mind, but…”
The man with a gaze as dark as pitch persistently swept over her, then firmly grasped her faltering, slender waist. In response, Litia’s already flushed cheeks deepened in color, and she gave a bright, beaming smile.
“Mm, then I don’t mind either.”
“Really? You definitely said it with your own mouth. That you don’t mind.”
“……Yeah. I said it with my own mouth, Caliph.”
As she answered, the name the man had taught her scattered like a breath. Simultaneously, as hot lips touched her ear, she closed her eyes and slender arms wrapped around his neck. The man let out a low laugh before suddenly swallowing her lips.
“……Hnght.”
Thud. Her back sank into the bed, and her soft, silver-thread-like hair scattered messily. Hot breaths escaped between their slippery, entangled tongues. Each time Caliph’s hot tongue swept over her tender mucous membranes, Litia’s eyelashes fluttered. A thin thread of saliva stretched between their briefly separated lips.
“H-hold on….”
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
Her lips were swallowed again. His tongue swept the roof of her mouth and licked her teeth. As he sucked on her reddened lower lip, a moan involuntarily escaped. While mixing their tongues, the large hand stroking her waist covered her chest. Tug, rrrrip— Her dress tore unceremoniously.
“Haa, hng. Hht.”
Lips that trailed down from her earlobe and cheek, chk chk, passed her neckline and descended to her collarbone. Each time teeth grazed her delicate collarbone, Litia’s body twitched finely.
When hot breath landed on the perky chest revealed through her thin chemise, Litia’s waist instinctively arched. Each time the tip of his tongue teased her peak, the area around her navel trembled and tingled.
“Slow…ly… I’m dizzy…”
As she pleaded, fingers tangling in Caliph’s hair, he lifted his head slightly.
“Slowly?”
At his coaxing tone, Litia nodded dizzily. Unnoticed by her, a large hand pressed down on her exposed thigh.
Chk, chk, chk. He planted kisses on her exposed skin, slowly moving downward.
The man ran his tongue in a long line around her navel. Her pale stomach trembled, forming a delicate vertical hollow, and the man gave a small laugh. As Litia tried to twist and entangle her legs, the man chuckled softly and blocked her action demonstratively with his thigh.
“Not allowed.”
“Ah…”
Litia finally buried her face in the pillow as if fleeing. Compared to his composure, Litia was utterly disoriented. Wherever his lips touched felt searing hot and itchy. The warmth pooling inside her was gradually heading somewhere low in her abdomen.
Caliph’s lips finally reached the vicinity of where they absolutely shouldn’t touch. He undid the ribbon tied at her pelvis with his teeth, and the fabric slid down, revealing tender bones.
“Hht! St…stop…!”
From the first kiss to these unfamiliar sensations, her mouth kept drying and the corners of her eyes grew wet. Growing frightened by the spreading intoxication and heat, Litia shook her head.
“Shall I stop?”
The deeply sunken voice stirred Litia. Forcing her eyes open, she saw a pair of seductive, dark eyes that seemed almost consumed by heat.
“…….”
“Is it too much?”
Instead of answering, Litia slowly reached a hand out towards Caliph.
Caliph placed a kiss on her white knee, then obediently offered his face to her hand, rising to position himself over Litia. As he moved, he kept planting chk chk kisses, stoking Litia’s heat.
Litia felt as if she were being consumed by a large, dark shadow.
Twisting her body under the lips persistently touching her ear, Litia opened her mouth.
“Just a little… slowly….”
“Shall I?”
The moment Litia nodded and relaxed her body. As her strength faded and her legs parted slightly, Caliph’s hand reached between them. Simultaneously, a gasp burst from Litia’s lips.
“Ah!”
Even Caliph’s relaxed face lost its composure, overtaken by ardent passion.
Caliph lowered his head, gently biting the perked-up peak without hurting her, and kept kissing Litia’s cheek as he spoke.
“Hold me.”
“Hh, nng…!”
Litia pressed her forehead against Caliph’s shoulder and bucked. A desire to escape and a desire to embrace him assaulted her at once. Her body, beginning to soak thoroughly, was swept along helplessly by his hands.
“……Ah!”
For an instant, Litia pushed against the bed with her feet, her waist arching high. The feeling of reaching the peak and shattering poured through her entire body. Physiological tears streamed down.
Caliph embraced the limp Litia more tightly, stealing the tears flowing from the corners of her eyes and pressing his lips to hers with soft chk chk kisses.
“……Say my name.”
“Hh, haa, haa. Cal…iph.”
“Once more.”
“……Caliph.”
He swallowed her panting, moving lips again. Litia’s legs spread, and there was not a sliver of space between them as they pressed together.
In that moment, Litia opened her eyes and pushed against Caliph’s shoulder.
“Ngh…! Ah!”
At the unfamiliar pain, Litia tightly closed her eyes again.
Between the incessant kisses, she thought she could hear his voice saying this was irreversible.
How many times it had been, she couldn’t know.
Shaken again by the overwhelming pressure filling her, her whole body trembled. In the blink of an eye, she dozed off, only to feel damp kisses against her ear. As she squirmed to escape the pleasure, a low, soft laugh sounded right next to her.
“Open your eyes.”
“Hht, no… aah.”
The pleasure, which had receded slightly as if in consideration for her, came rushing back. Her mouth fell open on its own from the warmth simmering up once more. Her throat ached from the shrill moans. Their slickly pressed-together skin trembled.
“Ah, ah, Cal, Caliph.”
“Yeah, keep calling me like that.”
“Nngg…”
An endless-seeming long night continued.
Through the dim dawn until the sun rose.
Her throat ached with thirst.
A hand as white and slender as snow groped clumsily across the bed. Enduring the overwhelming fatigue, Litia barely managed to open her eyes.
“……Ngh.”
Simultaneously, along with the unfamiliar scenery, a fierce lower back pain and a stinging soreness assaulted her dizzyingly.
Where Litia awoke was an incredibly spacious room.
It wasn’t the noble-style room she had grown accustomed to, adorned with lavish patterns or paintings. A vast space, a bed large enough to feel expansive, and in contrast, only a few pieces of furniture with almost no ornate decorations.
Where is this? Why am I lying here…?
Litia groaned and looked around.
It was as if a veil had been drawn over her mind; everything was pitch black. She tried to concentrate to recall her memory, but the area behind her left shoulder hurt as if pierced by dozens of needles. Her whole body ached as if beaten, but her left shoulder was especially severe.
Litia clenched her body with effort and struggled to sit up. Lacking strength, she reflexively put a hand behind her, and it landed with a thud on something warm and firm.
“……!”
Litia turned her body, startled out of her wits.
Covering her mouth in shock, she removed the hand she had placed and looked down to see the broad, bare back of a man.
Huh…?
This man…?
Litia blinked her surprised eyes.
Man, man, man, man, why is a man next to me… Ah. A memory surfaced instantly. The man she met on the terrace at the banquet hall she attended last night.
The man she had asked for help, to hide her, to save her from a somewhat rude, violent man who was only a former lover in name.
But then, why did it end up like this…?
As if answering her, a headache came along with memories beginning to creep up. As the memories started, Litia covered her mouth again.
I’m crazy. I must be insane. Litia pressed her aching forehead and tried to calm her startled heart.
Yesterday, after meeting on the terrace and talking… then leaving the banquet hall separately to spend a little time together, and after that…
Litia closed and opened her eyes tightly.
No matter what, how could I spend a night I never even dreamed of with a man I just met? She had never even had a lover, let alone a crush or first love.
The so-called former lover she mentioned was originally the lover of this body’s original owner, a relationship born from a somewhat forceful confession and used only for show. Even that, Litia herself had cut it off yesterday.
But still, how could this happen? She was angry at herself for releasing her long pent-up frustration through such a deviation, but the milk was already spilled.
Litia held her head, which felt ready to split from the hangover, and staggering, tried to sit up, even holding her breath for fear of being caught. As she moved, she glanced back. Fortunately, the man was sleeping face down, revealing only softly disheveled black hair and a broad back, his face not visible.
She had to get out of here before the man woke up.
Though her body felt leaden and utterly drained, now was the chance to escape. Just as she very slowly turned her body and placed her feet on the floor…
An arm, hard as a shadow, suddenly wrapped around her slender waist and laid her back down.
“……Ah!”
In an instant, Litia was lying on the bed again. Her heart pounded as if about to burst. She looked up to see dangerously dark eyes gazing at her with apparent amusement.
Languid and somehow full of mischief—the same eyes she saw yesterday.
Indeed, it was that man.
Perhaps he hadn’t been asleep; there was no trace of sleepiness in the man’s eyes. It was the face she had stared at, enchanted, at their first meeting because it was so pretty, so beautiful.
How can someone be this beautiful?
That thought had crossed her mind as she sipped her drink and stole glances at him. And speaking of which, the man’s fine lips, as if drawn, curved up.
“Where are you going?”
