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A droplet of water dripped from his still-damp golden hair, sliding down his sculpted muscles.
With the robe loosely draped over his lower body, he looked like a living Greek statue—broad shoulders that stretched in perfect lines, biceps so thick they wouldn’t even fit in my hands, forearms lined with visible veins.
His chest was just the right amount of defined, his waist lean, his hips firm, and his back muscles tightly woven together like intricate carvings.
He was practically walking testosterone. I swallowed hard without thinking and instinctively started backing away.
Of course, Ateol just smiled and followed me.
My face burned so hot I was sure it was glowing red.
“And why are you all bundled up?”
“Because people are supposed to wear clothes.”
“Well, not always.”
The back of my legs hit the bed.
I stumbled, and Ateol took that as an opportunity to push me down.
My body sank into the mattress.
At the same time, Ateol climbed on top of me.
His hair, still damp, cast a shadow over my face as another droplet fell, landing softly on my cheek.
“I thought you were particular about mood.”
“That’s why I’m doing this now.”
The sensation of water trickling down my cheek tickled.
Ateol gazed down at me in silence, then leaned in.
His warm, moist lips traced the path of the water droplet, moving slowly.
When his lips left my cheek, they traveled downward—until they met mine.
I didn’t turn away.
The kiss deepened.
Ateol wrapped his arms around me and nudged my body further up the bed.
The sheets bunched up, leaving my feet dangling just past the edge.
As the kiss continued, his hands moved, carefully undoing my clothes.
Knots loosened, accessories slipped off, fabric parted.
I had been so determined to fully dress myself earlier that I’d ended up wearing several layers.
Ateol chuckled softly as he peeled them away one by one.
“You’re well-defended.”
“Don’t laugh….”
At my grumble, his chuckle grew louder.
Strangely, seeing him laugh like that made him look a bit younger—perhaps because I had seen the 38-year-old Ateol just a moment ago.
When the belt finally came undone, the layers of fabric wrapped around my body slid off one after another.
“Mmh… ugh…”
“Your voice.”
“Uhk….”
“I like it.”
Ugh… I tried to suppress any sounds, but Ateol had no intention of letting me off easy.
His tongue invaded my mouth, licking and sucking so intensely that staying quiet became impossible.
The muffled whimpers slipping from my throat were so embarrassing I wanted to die, but resisting was getting harder.
Even as we kissed, Ateol expertly lifted my body just enough to remove the last of my clothing.
Then, he unfastened the robe from his waist and let it fall to the floor.
At some point, both of us had ended up completely naked.
Realizing this all at once, I instinctively pushed him away, rolling to the side of the bed and yanking the blanket over myself.
I knew I was basically doing the ostrich trick—hiding my head and hoping the rest of me disappeared—but I couldn’t just sit there.
Naturally, Ateol followed.
He lifted the blanket, slipping inside with me, and whispered playfully.
ꔚ
“If you prefer it a little darker, I’ll accommodate.”
It wasn’t darkness I needed—I needed a way to escape.
I struggled to wriggle away, but before I could, Ateol grabbed my legs and spread them apart.
The blanket was thin—thin enough that even beneath it, I could see just fine.
And beneath his gaze, I was completely exposed.
I flinched and looked down—only to see his as well.
“…….”
For a moment, I was speechless.
What the hell is with that size…?
He seriously expected to use that on me?!
Somehow, my brain already knew exactly how this was going to work—whether it was from Yuri’s memories or some buried experience of my own, I wasn’t sure.
Not that it mattered.
The point was—that thing was huge.
Without meaning to, I tensed.
“Why did you suddenly get so nervous?”
Ateol’s fingers trailed along my inner thigh.
A shiver ran up my spine.
My dazed brain reacted before I could think.
“B-Because you’re too big.”
“Hah… I don’t think that’s particularly helpful to say right now. But more importantly, you prefer this side, then?”
As he spoke, Ateol’s fingers brushed against the tightly closed space between my legs.
I gasped and instinctively tried to back away—but only managed to squirm slightly.
I was still trapped beneath him.
“And what about you?” I muttered.
“Have you ever… done it this way before?”
Though I didn’t specify, Ateol understood immediately.
He shrugged, answering with ease.
“No.”
“Then why—”
“I always let my partners choose. No one has ever chosen to… take me.”
“Take…”
His wording was so crude.
My face went red again, and Ateol—clearly amused—grabbed my ankle and brought my toes to his lips.
“Uhk—!”
His tongue traced the curve of my foot, pressing against the sole before sliding between my toes.
I shuddered as he sucked gently, nibbling and playing with them, all while keeping his eyes fixed on mine.
My body was heating up.
“S-Stop that… it tickles.”
“But you seem to enjoy it.”
“I—I don’t…!”
I never would have imagined my feet could be sensitive.
The tingling sensation seeped into my stomach, melting into warmth that spread through my whole body.
When I glanced down, I could see myself slowly growing harder.
His tongue traveled upward—from my foot to my calf, then my thigh.
As my legs slid apart, Ateol buried his face between them.
Half-hard, my length slipped between his lips.
A warm, wet heat enveloped me, sucking me in.
My entire body jolted at the sudden, intense pleasure.
“Hngh…! Ah—ah….”
He took me in deep, his cheek bulging slightly.
Then, he pulled back, licking up my shaft and teasing the tip with his lips.
My stomach clenched.
Whether he was doing it on purpose or if the thin blanket amplified the sounds, the wet noises were obscene.
My toes curled against the sheets as I moaned helplessly.
It didn’t take long for the pleasure to overwhelm me.
Just as I was about to release, Ateol pulled back, gripping my length in his hand.
My climax crashed over me in waves.
Sweat clung to my skin, the heat beneath the blanket almost suffocating.
Then, without warning, Ateol flipped me onto my stomach.
My legs spread apart, and something wet dripped between my thighs.
It was my own release.
“H-Hey, what are you—”
I don’t think I’m mentally prepared for this yet…
And yet, somewhere in my body, a subtle itch made me feel strangely restless.
When I stole a glance at Ateol, he braced himself with one hand beside my head, then leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my temple.
“This isn’t your first time, of course… But I prefer to take things slow, letting you ease into it.”
What do you mean, “of course”?
It could be my first time.
But if the hazy memories creeping in are anything to go by, I must have done something before—maybe after drinking too much, maybe something else.
Ateol gently closed the legs he had spread apart earlier and lifted my hips slightly.
He said he’d take it slow, but was he really going to go all the way?
As I tensed and gripped the sheets, I realized his length wasn’t touching me where I had expected.
“Tighten up.”
Ateol pressed both my thighs together firmly, then slid his arousal into the narrow space between them, where my thighs met just beneath my ass.
The heat of him, slick and damp, pushed down on me from above.
His hard length rubbed between the cleft of my ass, over my perineum, brushing beneath my own arousal.
“Tighter. Don’t let it slip.”
“Ngh…”
The husky depth of his voice sent a strange shiver through me, heightening my arousal.
I clenched my thighs together, and Ateol let out a breathy sigh before beginning to move in earnest.
It wasn’t even inside me—just between my thighs.
And yet, the friction alone felt surprisingly good.
Each time he thrust, my body was pushed forward.
Then he would grip my hips and pull me right back against him.
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