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I squirmed, trying to move away, but Ateol swiftly grabbed both my wrists, locking me in place.
The more I reflexively struggled, the tighter his grip became.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I—I thought we were done talking.”
“Most people wouldn’t let an opportunity like this slip by.”
Ateol smirked.
It was an ominous smile.
“And I’m far from ‘most people’—I’m a scoundrel through and through.”
His lips crashed against mine again.
It was just as relentless as before—perhaps even more so.
This must be his natural style.
As we kissed, he expertly slid his thigh and knee between my legs, parting them.
In one fluid motion, he lifted my wrists above my head, holding them with a single hand.
Even with just one hand restraining me, I couldn’t move an inch.
With his free hand, he tugged at the waist tie I had clumsily tried to undo earlier, loosening it completely.
Though my clothes were layered and intricately designed, Ateol effortlessly slipped his hand inside, undoing a few knots as he went.
Fabric slid off my shoulders.
His fingers skimmed down my neck to my shoulders, and with just a few more deft movements, my robes fell open, baring my skin.
So, he wasn’t joking about being a scoundrel.
He watched my startled reaction with amusement before biting down on my jawline.
Then, without hesitation, he undid several more knots in a blink of an eye.
“……!”
Before I even realized it, my robes were completely undone.
My stomach was exposed.
Horrified, I instinctively curled in on myself, but Ateol pressed his palm against my chest, forcing me to face him directly.
At the same time, his fingertips brushed against an utterly inappropriate spot.
A sharp sensation shot through me.
My entire face burned.
“What…!”
“If you’re going to react like this, why did you climb on top of me in the first place?”
“That’s—that’s not the point! It was just too sudden—”
“Then would you prefer I announce everything before I do it? Though from the way you twitched just now, I’d say you’re already pretty sensitive. In that case, should I suck on your—”
“Don’t you dare!”
What the hell?!
I shouted, but Ateol only chuckled, his face shamelessly amused.
For a moment, I was distracted by his expression—just long enough for him to lower his head.
Wait… what did he just say?
Suck on my…?
“Hrk—!”
“You make the cutest sounds.”
ꔚ
With those teasing words, Ateol’s tongue swirled over my nipple.
A jolt of heat shot through me, even more intense than when he had brushed against it with his fingers earlier.
I writhed, trying to escape, but my wrists were trapped in his grip, and my legs—at some point—had been caught between his thighs.
“Why are you so surprised?”
Well, obviously…!
I mean, has anyone ever—wait.
Has someone ever done this to me before?
It wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar sensation…
Maybe someone had, once, in the past?
But I couldn’t remember.
I simply shook my head in denial, and Ateol, apparently taking that as permission, took my nipple fully into his mouth.
He sucked.
Loudly.
A shiver ran down my spine.
It was broad daylight.
I was in bed, letting another man suck on my chest.
But there was no time to process the sheer absurdity of it—Ateol was far too skilled for that.
As if determined to prove his scoundrel status, he licked my nipple like it was candy, kissed around the areola, and rolled my other nipple between his fingers.
“Ah… ngh…”
The most humiliating part?
It felt good.
I had no idea my chest could be this sensitive.
If my hands were free, I would have covered my mouth, but I couldn’t—so I bit down on my lips instead.
Was it just that my chest was naturally sensitive?
Or was Ateol just that good?
I had no clue.
All I knew was that my heart was pounding wildly… and that something lower down was starting to react.
“Has it been a while?”
“W-what do you mean…?”
Out of nowhere, Ateol bit my nipple lightly when I questioned his sudden remark.
A sharp, electric sensation ran beneath my skin.
Was he asking if it had been a while since I’d done something like this?
Of course, it had.
I couldn’t even remember the last time.
But when was it, exactly?
I could vaguely recall doing something like this before, but the details were completely missing.
I tried to hold back, but the truth slipped from my lips.
“I don’t even remember when…”
It stung my pride a little, but trying to bluff my way through this only to be exposed by my clumsy reactions would be even more embarrassing.
Ateol raised his head slightly and licked his lips before speaking.
“It’s an honor. I’m looking forward to it.”
“What? Ugh, the way you talk is so damn greasy.”
“I hear that a lot.”
I had always thought of him as more sly than greasy, but now that we were in bed together… what the hell was this?
I flinched and turned my head away, but Ateol simply undid my belt and reached for my pants.
Even the intricate knot on my waistband came undone in an instant, as if it were nothing more than a ribbon in his hands.
My undergarments soon followed, and before I knew it, my erection was exposed.
“…Ugh…”
It was already halfway hard, dripping with precum.
I couldn’t believe it.
Just from having my chest sucked?
Ateol gazed at my arousal with apparent satisfaction before asking,
“Which do you prefer?”
“…W-What are you talking about?”
“Inserting this.”
As he spoke, his hand wrapped around my cock.
Instinctively, I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling it throb even harder in his grasp.
But Ateol didn’t stop there—his fingers, damp with the fluid beading at my tip, slid lower, past my perineum, teasing a place I had never touched before.
“Or be penetrated…”
He whispered the rest directly into my ear, his lips brushing against my skin.
It was the kind of filthy language I had never once heard in my six years here.
Stunned, I lifted my head, but Ateol merely tilted his own, as if to ask what was wrong.
By now, I had grown accustomed to the idea that men could be with men and women could be with women.
It was natural in this place.
Even I had come to think that if I were to fall for someone, their gender wouldn’t matter.
But I had never considered it this deeply before.
That place… I had never used it before.
There… h-he was talking about putting it in…
“S-Stop talking…!”
“But when I spoke politely, you said I was being greasy.”
“That doesn’t mean you should start crawling around on all fours!”
“I hardly did that. Besides, isn’t this kind of talk common in bed?”
“Not for me!”
“Ah, so you’ve only had elegant encounters.”
Elegant, my ass.
I didn’t remember anything about that.
The fact that having my chest sucked didn’t feel unfamiliar suggested I’d done it before, but everything else was a blank.
Had I done it while blackout drunk?
That would at least make sense—how else would someone like me, who barely had time to date, have ended up in bed with someone?
“I don’t know.”
“Then, which do you prefer?”
“I said I don’t know!”
“In that case, I’ll decide for myself. I, hmm…”
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