Ch.99Happiness (4)

*

Just as I remembered, as I had longed for, as I had expected.

No,

Even more than I remembered, more than I had longed for, more than I had expected,

Making love with her again after so long was ecstatic.

We no longer acted like awkward virgins.

We were already experienced man and woman, and all the experience we had was only with each other.

Like puzzle pieces that had always been meant to fit together, our bodies joined perfectly, becoming one as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

From that point on, my head was spinning so much that it was difficult to remember exactly what happened.

Fragrance and heat, touch and burning gazes.

Like sweat so thoroughly mixed that it was impossible to tell whose it was, her moans and screams, provocations and pleas all tangled wildly in my mind.

Time, infused with happiness and pleasure, washed over our bodies like waves.

Ragged breaths found their way through our disheveled hair.

Despite the campfire burning in the middle of the room, the cabin was chilly, but thick beads of sweat now covered both our bodies.

A drop of sweat formed on my forehead, traveled down a strand of hair, lingered at the tip for a moment.

Growing larger, the droplet finally fell from my hair and shattered against her chest beneath me.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her labored breathing, her large breasts swaying slowly but heavily with each breath.

I slowly collapsed onto her chest, resting my head there.

Her soft, supple skin stuck to my face, slick with sweat.

Thump-thump-thump,

I could hear her heart beating rapidly.

Catching my breath, I spoke.

“Why… do you always do this?”

“Huff… what… do you mean?”

Silvia ran her fingers through my sweat-soaked hair.

My hair wove between her fingers.

Once she had a firm grip, she slowly stroked my head as if combing it.

It felt so pleasant—my hair spreading smoothly without catching anywhere, her hand gliding seamlessly between the strands—that I purred like a cat.

“Every time we do this… why do you provoke me?”

“What?”

I planted my arms firmly under her armpits and lifted myself off her.

With a sticky sound of flesh separating from flesh, I heard her shallow moan.

I lowered my upper body slowly, like a cat—no, like a tiger stalking its prey.

Just enough for her nipples to barely brush against my chest.

She flinched as she looked up at me.

“Saying things like I can’t imagine how long you’ve been holding back, how many times you’re going to do it, that you’ll wring me out until I faint…”

I slowly raised my upper body until I was face to face with Silvia.

As the small, hard protrusions at the center of her breasts brushed against my chest and solar plexus, she arched her back sharply and trembled.

I gazed at her face, now flushed crimson.

She bit her lip in embarrassment, looking at me with moist eyes.

“And then in the end, you always beg me to stop for just a moment, saying you feel like you’re going crazy.”

I found myself smirking with contempt.

Her still unsteady breathing and body that occasionally twitched with lingering pleasure.

And her flushed expression, hovering somewhere between joy and shame, somehow made me smile arrogantly.

This beautiful face, so far removed from her usual impressive confidence or playful mischief, appearing almost vulnerable.

Her breath as sweet as perfume distilled from rose petals, and her red eyes moist like strawberries.

Her cheeks flushed as if someone had pricked her skin with a needle and spread the blood across them.

And her provocative lips, revealing a tangle of complex emotions—the slight rebellious indignation that still remained, the surrender that abandoned everything in the face of pleasure, and even the expectation that I might punish her rebellious attitude.

A woman.

My utterly lovable woman.

This beautiful woman who perfectly embodies everything from heroic dignity to the vulgarity of a back-alley prostitute—she is my love, my lover, my Silvia.

I gazed at her lovely face for a long time.

A savage desire to conquer and macho satisfaction began to dominate my mind.

Every time I slept with Silvia, I was newly surprised to discover this side of myself.

Perhaps in my subconscious, I had found it pathetic to always be the one protected by her.

An urge surged within me to grab and shake her as she lay defenseless beneath me.

And, quite amusingly,

I could clearly sense the shameful desire flashing across her expression—the desire to be handled roughly, at my whim.

“Silvia.”

“Ash,”

Sir, or noona.

I dropped the familiar titles and called only her name.

She didn’t seem surprised, didn’t resist, didn’t try to correct me.

She simply gazed at my lips obediently, with a frown that suggested displeasure, yet with eyes that betrayed unmistakable anticipation.

I realized immediately.

She was waiting for a command.

“Turn over.”

And I gladly did so.

*

I couldn’t remember when I had fallen asleep, but when I rubbed my sleepy eyes and came to my senses, morning had already arrived.

Actually, it might even be afternoon.

The window was radiating a bright white light like frost, much brighter compared to the dark room.

As I slowly sat up, I found that Silvia was gone, and my body was covered with the deerskin that we had laid out on the floor yesterday to dry.

She must have covered my naked sleeping body out of concern.

While I appreciated her thoughtfulness, I wondered if the skin would ever dry properly at this rate.

The musty smell of the wooden floor rising with the cold air, and the terrible stench of the improperly treated leather assaulted my nostrils, gradually clearing my still half-asleep mind.

“Ow, ow, ow…”

As I gently shook my head to shake off the remaining drowsiness, I felt a dull pain throughout my body.

It must be the aftermath of rolling around mindlessly on the hard wooden floor last night.

Suddenly feeling a sting in my knee, I looked down to see a large scab had formed.

I let out a wry laugh.

“To think I didn’t even notice until it got this bad, I really was out of my mind.”

Had it been building up?

Of course, I had never pleasured myself.

Or rather, I hadn’t realized how much I had been craving physical intimacy to the point of losing myself in pleasure like this.

Am I secretly a pervert?

Or does Silvia make me lustful?

As I was pondering these thoughts,

The cabin door opened and Silvia entered.

“You’re awake.”

“Good morning, Silvia noona.”

“Yes, good morning, Ash.”

This morning, I couldn’t find my clothes that I had carelessly thrown somewhere last night, so I assumed she had taken them when she went out.

However, my assumption was only half correct.

She had indeed taken my clothes, but Silvia was still naked.

My clothes were in her hands.

More precisely, she was using my clothes as a makeshift bundle to carry something.

The door had only been open for a brief moment, but the wind that rushed in during that short time made my whole body shiver. I wrapped the deerskin around me like a cloak and said,

“If you took my clothes, you should wear them… Aren’t you cold?”

“As if this thin tunic would block much wind anyway.”

“Still, it would be better than wearing nothing.”

Silvia shook her head with a smile, then spoke in a voice both dignified and caring.

“It smelled of sweat, so I washed it. I also picked some fruit while I was at it.”

“Ah, thank you. You didn’t have to…”

I scratched my head and smiled awkwardly.

Silvia grinned at me, then slowly bent down to bring her face close to my ear and whispered.

“Ash… you said ‘suck’.”

“What?”

“Last night… don’t you remember?”

I blushed deeply and said,

“That… that’s not what I meant…”

“Hehe… is that so?”

“You know what I meant, Silvia.”

“I’m not sure I do?”

I reached out with the hand hidden under the deerskin and wrapped it around her neck.

“Not sure? Then how did you suck so deliciously?”

“…”

“Do you like this? Is that why you keep provoking me?”

“…”

I smiled provocatively, waiting for her answer or denial.

I wanted to see her blush and protest that it wasn’t true.

However, Silvia remained silent for a long time, simply allowing herself to be held by me.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine.

Oh no, did I go too far?

It was just a game we played in bed,

A light deviation between lovers, a small role-play, nothing more—was I getting too cocky?

After all, she was someone who could perfectly strip my bones and skin even while naked—why would someone like her submit to me?

I thought I had sweated enough last night, but suddenly cold sweat began pouring out.

“I’m sorr—”

I was about to apologize as I slowly unwrapped my arm from around her neck.

At that moment, she slowly nodded.

“…Yes.”

“I’m sor—what?”

“I think… I like it… I think so.”

“…”

“No, not ‘I think’… I… like it. When Ash handles me roughly.”

I had vaguely known, but

Hearing that shameful confession directly from her voice completely dispelled any remaining drowsiness.

“I love it when you give me orders, Ash.”

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