Ch.103Love is an Open Door (5)

Evan was no fool.

He understood perfectly what Irene was saying now, and what she meant by crossing the line. He knew exactly what she was implying.

But the emotion that surfaced was bewilderment. This unexpected situation, the fact that Irene had said such things to him, was simply astonishing to Evan.

Her slightly parted lips glistened more than usual. Like someone parched with thirst, her eyes burned with desire, and Evan could only quietly swallow.

The line.

Crossing it.

As that thought crossed his mind, he noticed her robe slipping down past her shoulders. When the fluffy, wool-like robe fell away, it revealed shoulders so pale in the moonlight they appeared almost white. Seeing her flawless, pure white skin, Evan carefully reached out and grasped Irene’s arm.

Perhaps it was too soon. Though this was Evan’s first experience, it was Irene’s first time too.

Evan looked at Irene with a concerned expression.

He was asking if she was really okay with this, if he himself was okay with this.

Irene saw his expression and smiled quietly. She was grateful for his consideration even in this moment, and…

Strangely, she felt happy.

Evan realized that Irene’s grip on his wrist was stronger than he expected.

Even if he tried to exert force, it was as if he were caught in a snake’s coil, unable to muster strength.

Yet he couldn’t use mana, fearing Irene might get hurt.

Seeing Evan’s troubled expression, Irene chuckled softly, licked her dry lips, and spoke.

“…I might not be as good a person as you think I am.”

Pop-

Evan’s body trembled as Irene’s hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top down. He felt like prey.

Faced with a look in Irene’s eyes he’d never seen before, a gaze that seemed to devour him, Evan swallowed before carefully opening his mouth to address her.

“Irene-“

Or rather, he tried to speak.

As he attempted to speak, a tongue invaded his mouth, and Evan felt his vision go white for a moment.

As if refusing to let him speak, her tongue roughly explored his mouth, causing Irene’s saliva to drip from Evan’s lips.

Dazed with his mouth open, Evan quietly wiped his lips and slowly looked at Irene.

Irene was smiling. As if she found the situation amusing,

Confused by that sticky smile he’d never seen before, Evan finally spoke with a more serious expression.

“…Are you drunk?”

If she was drunk, Evan planned to completely forget this opportunity.

At least, they couldn’t have their first experience like this. He believed it should happen when both were in their right minds,

when both were sincere.

To do it under the influence of alcohol was not what Evan wanted,

and he feared she might regret it later.

“Do I look drunk?”

Irene asked in a low voice. When Evan heard her voice, clearer than ever,

he finally realized that Irene was in her right mind.

She wasn’t drunk, and with a clear mind, he finally understood that Irene wanted him.

Irene silently rested her head against Evan’s chest.

Her robe had slipped down, now draped across her chest. Her shoulders, collarbone, and nape were completely exposed.

Every time Evan’s hand passed over those areas, Irene exhaled pleasurably.

Her body trembled, and her cheeks flushed at the strange vibration she felt in her lower abdomen.

From Evan’s chest, now exposed as his shirt was removed, she could hear his heartbeat.

Irregular, yet beating faster than ever before. Irene found it pleasing.

Knowing that Evan was so excited because of her, Irene smiled quietly and whispered.

“I want you, Evan.”

“……”

“I want to know the Evan I didn’t know, and I want to show you the me you didn’t know.”

With her head slightly raised, Irene’s eyes were slightly wet and rippling.

Like the rippling lake they had seen in Siren,

Seeing those eyes shimmering in the moonlight, Evan quietly looked at Irene.

What he saw in those eyes was fear, and his hand rose quietly to embrace her.

The reason for her fear—perhaps she thought he might dislike her for being like this?

That couldn’t be further from the truth. Even if she demanded more than this, he wouldn’t dislike her.

So he wanted to tell her this one thing clearly: that he didn’t dislike her for being this way.

At Evan’s gentle touch, Irene, who had been pressing her lips tightly together, quietly raised her head toward him.

Her hair flowed down, touching Evan. Yet even that felt good.

Her hair connected them like threads, making her feel as if she and he were connected.

Her trembling fingers touched Evan’s cheek,

and the trembling completely disappeared as her face broke into a smile.

More precisely, her hesitation disappeared.

Knowing he didn’t dislike her even like this, Irene could smile a little more comfortably.

Their foreheads touched. A bit cold,

yet with a faint rising heat, Irene looked at Evan with half-closed eyes.

Their noses touched. Now their breaths mingled and scattered at each other’s ears. Hotter than before… and sweeter.

And with aroused, heated breaths, Evan smiled. His lips slightly parted.

As Irene’s saliva flowed into Evan’s mouth, a little more gently than before.

Their tongues began to intertwine. She thought it felt a bit gentler than their first kiss.

Perhaps it had been a bit rushed due to the influence of alcohol.

Irene realized her body was gradually relaxing in this pleasant act, more enjoyable than the hazy memory.

Like melting, when Irene’s face separated from Evan’s in her dreamy state,

seeing the thread of saliva stretching between their mouths, Irene murmured.

“I like you… Evan.”

The area around her heart ached. Not painful,

but a feeling as if subtle emotions were welling up, making it hard to breathe.

And… as Irene gently rubbed her lower abdomen,

she gripped Evan’s shoulders with a slightly different gaze.

“…Once more.”

She wanted to confirm it. What this feeling was,

what this tickling sensation that had been tormenting her was.

Irene continued to kiss Evan, mixing their tongues.

“Mmm… haa.”

Even as her breathing stopped with her mouth covered, even as she coughed momentarily as their saliva choked her throat,

Irene savored Evan’s tongue. She didn’t know why she was acting this way.

She didn’t realize her own innate talent in this area, simply looking at Evan.

By now her robe had completely fallen away, fully exposing her chest, yet Irene just stared blankly at Evan.

Without showing any sign of embarrassment, she embraced Evan and tore off the remaining shirt, throwing it to the floor.

“Ah, Irene.”

“…Stay still.”

Though Evan looked at Irene with surprised eyes,

Irene paid no attention to his gaze and licked Evan’s nape.

Seeing Evan’s body tremble, Irene smiled with pleasure and gently bit his earlobe.

Seeing Evan trembling beneath her body… how should she put it?

Irene didn’t yet know that this emotion exciting her was pleasure.

Unlike Irene’s slender body, her breasts were large. Soft curves that remained intact,

yet maintained their shape, touched Evan’s abdomen, gently brushing against his skin.

Evan felt a sense of crisis in this situation.

Clearly he should be the one leading, yet somehow he felt like he was being led.

Whoosh-

“……”

As he exerted strength to flip Irene over,

despite their completely reversed positions, Irene showed a strange expression.

Though her eyes widened as if surprised, what lingered in those eyes was…

…perhaps anticipation?

Evan trembled slightly at his shoulders and looked down at Irene beneath him.

Raising his hand to gently stroke her chin, he twisted the corner of his mouth as if genuinely sneering.

“I never knew the lady I serve could be so lascivious.”

But Irene quickly realized that Evan’s voice was trembling,

and she chuckled before pulling Evan’s cheek while lying down.

With the distance suddenly close, looking at the hesitant Evan,

Irene made a seductive expression and moved her lips.

“So, do you dislike it?”

If he said he disliked it, well… Evan didn’t speak further.

His moist lips touched Irene’s collarbone.

Hnngh, Irene let out a shallow moan as her waist arched slightly.

Evan began to leave his marks all over Irene’s body, recalling what she had done to him.

Gently biting with his teeth, on her neck, collarbone, chest.

“Hnng…!”

Holding her slightly spread breasts with his hand, when he gently bit her hardened nipples with his teeth,

Irene cried out loudly and scratched Evan’s back with her hands.

Not painfully, just enough to feel his teeth.

Seeing Irene writhing her waist like a wanton woman, Evan felt a strange sense of conquest.

Sweat beaded and flowed down her cleavage, eventually soaking her entire body.

Those eyebrows trembling every time his hands brushed against that white body,

those eyes looking up at him. Evan felt his heart pounding and quietly exhaled.

Red marks remained all over her body. Irene was looking at him, slightly biting her finger.

By now her robe was completely removed, revealing her naked body without a single thread beneath Evan.

Without even underwear, Irene was here, revealing everything to him…

Realizing this fact, Evan could look at Irene’s body more calmly, free from the sense of conquest that had filled his mind.

He hadn’t known because it had been hidden under clothes, but her breasts were much larger than he’d thought.

Though he smiled bitterly at the marks he’d left all over her,

what caught his eye were those hardened tips.

Pink nipples, not excessively large.

As his hand moved up from her lower abdomen, Irene’s body kept flinching at his touch.

While covering her mouth to avoid making loud noises,

yet anticipating Evan’s next action, Evan slowly embraced Irene’s nape.

“…Are you anticipating this?”

“No… I’m not.”

Irene knew well that this was a lie.

Though she hadn’t known until now that she had this side to herself,

Irene was feeling an incomparable ecstasy at Evan’s gaze looking down at her.

But unable to say outright that she wanted it, despite her body flinching at his considerate touch, her mouth was uttering lies.

“Liar.”

Evan’s voice penetrated Irene’s heart.

As he playfully touched her protruding nipples with his fingers and massaged her breasts, Irene’s eyes widened.

She hadn’t known she could feel so much from this; her body was much more sensitive than she’d thought.

“Mmm… hnn…”

“Even now, do you really not want this?”

Irene’s abdomen trembled. Her untouched lower abdomen quivered, startling her,

yet she could easily tell it was a fragment of desire wanting the next step.

Haa, exhaling a heated breath, Irene licked her wet lips with her tongue.

The flame of desire that had bloomed in the woman showed no signs of dying down.

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When they adjusted their position to sit facing each other,

Irene saw Evan’s swollen pants and quietly smiled.

Though Evan was embarrassed by her gaze, he didn’t avoid Irene’s approaching hand.

As his pants were slowly removed, and something huge sprang out when they came off, Irene’s hand momentarily froze in mid-air.

“…Oh.”

“Hmm.”

Evan laughed awkwardly. Irene also laughed awkwardly at the sight.

Having never heard of or seen such a thing before, she had thought it would be of a reasonable size, but…

this, no, this size was something she hadn’t expected at all.

“Are… other people this size too?”

“I don’t think so… probably.”

Staring blankly at Evan’s swollen member, Irene carefully brought her arm next to it to gauge its size.

If it was like what she’d seen in books, this would enter her… place.

Seeing it reach above her navel, Irene swallowed. She hadn’t seen anything like this in books.

But what came to mind was one piece of content from that book.

“Should I… calm it down?”

“Pardon?”

“I saw it in a book. If there’s something like this, you do this-“

As Irene’s small hand grasped Evan’s member,

she flinched at the heat transmitted to her hand.

Unconsciously closing her legs,

ignoring the slick fluid flowing between her legs, she kneaded that hot, large thing with her hand.

Like clay, and like a toy, it was kneaded, causing Evan to close his eyes tightly while suppressing his voice.

She said she saw it in a book—he wanted to ask what kind of book would show such things, but

with each brush of Irene’s hand, he could only exhale with difficulty, desperately clinging to his sanity that threatened to fly away.

With her hand moving up and down, Evan unconsciously gripped the bedding.

Though the bedding was wet with fluid and saliva,

he could only resist the pleasure threatening to overwhelm his mind, unable to care about such things.

“Kup…”

Seeing Evan in distress, Irene began to move her hand faster.

As his cheeks reddened, as his hands gripping the bedding turned white,

before even realizing what emotion was filling her mind, she was already feeling elation.

And pleasure. Though she had never done this before,

Irene somehow felt as if her body was moving naturally.

Up and down, as transparent fluid flowed from the swollen penis, Irene extended her tongue to gently lick the tip.

Slightly touching it with her teeth, also licking and taking in the flowing fluid.

Though she thought it was a bit bitter, Irene continued the act as she watched Evan writhe.

Finally, even as Evan’s posture collapsed,

Irene completely removed her hand and rolled the tip with her tongue, carefully taking it into her mouth.

“Ah, Irene…!”

Feeling his member enter her mouth, Evan struggled to call Irene’s name.

Hot and warm. The soft flesh and tongue of her mouth were caressing his genitals.

In the pleasure that made him feel like his waist would bend at any moment, Evan could only moan.

He had no choice but to surrender his body, holding Irene’s head.

Despite Evan’s waist bending from the rising sensation of ejaculation,

Irene instead gently wrapped Evan’s genitals with her tongue, urging him to climax.

How should she put it? Instinctively, she realized she was craving it herself.

She didn’t know what would happen after this. But she knew for certain that she wanted it.

Regardless of Evan’s hands holding her head,

as Irene maintained the stimulation, she realized Evan’s body was trembling.

She felt somewhat regretful. If she had horns,

couldn’t Evan have held them for a bit more comfort?

But unable to wish for what she didn’t have, Irene focused on the current act, clearing her thoughts.

In the silence, only lewd sounds echoed.

The woman craved the man, and the man had long been enveloped in pleasure within the woman’s passion.

In the pleasure that threatened to turn his mind white,

Evan finally realized he couldn’t hold back and grabbed Irene’s head.

As Evan’s genitals hit Irene’s throat, momentarily choking her and causing her eyes to widen,

she instead held Evan’s waist, allowing him to surrender to her.

And white fluid filled Irene’s mouth.

Filling her throat and flowing down,

filling her mouth to the point of overflowing and splattering on her face, leaving Irene’s face quite a mess.

Hair wet with sweat, stuck to her face now soaked with semen, Evan gaped blankly.

Though he felt guilty for making her like this,

he felt an even greater pleasure.

But unable to show it, Evan extended his hand to Irene with an apologetic expression.

Irene stuck out her tongue slightly at Evan, who looked at her apologetically.

White fluid pooled on her tongue, and after smiling mischievously with her tongue out, she swallowed it with a gulp.

Gulp-

Bleh-

Sticking out her tongue again to show it was clean, Irene smiled broadly.

It wasn’t hard to guess what had gone down her throat.

Evan, who had been blankly watching Irene lick the white fluid on her face with her tongue, quietly let out a hollow laugh.

If one could resist after seeing this, they must be a saint or holy person.

In his hazy consciousness, Irene laid Evan back on the bed and positioned Evan’s still erect genitals against her wet private parts, moving her lips.

With a somewhat lascivious smile, showing a seductive expression she had never revealed before.

“…I want this too.”

Irene’s eyes curved like crescent moons as she playfully touched the firmly standing penis.

If a succubus existed, it might be what stood before him.

In that illusion that wasn’t an illusion,

Evan could feel a chill running down his spine.