Moonlight Ball - Chapter 68

When Iris was asleep, Sidrain would suddenly slip into her bed. Kissing was a daily routine. He kissed her without hesitation, and she was at his mercy like sandcastles being swept away by the waves. Iris always tried to come to her senses. She tried hard every night, but she had fallen for him, hard.

“You said you had lost all sexual attraction!” She protested albeit a little embarrassedly.

“That didn’t include my fingers and tongue,” he said as he took another step towards her.

“You have to take responsibility,” he said, his face inches away from hers, “If I lose sexual attraction, you have to take responsibility somehow. I’m not saying I’m going to do anything to you. I just want to see your face when you experience heaven.”

She tried protesting, she was telling him not to do it every day, but once he started touching her, she lost all strength in her body and her arms felt too weak to push him away. And as time went on, she found that she didn’t want to push him away.

This feeling was strange, but it wasn’t bad. In fact, it felt good. This hot and dizzying sensation was addictive. It was not easy to reject. Moreover, she was the one receiving all the pleasure. He didn’t ask for anything in return. He never requested to do the strange things or positions she saw in the book.

In fact, he was always fully dressed. He would only take off her top then suck on her nipples with his lips and rub them with his fingers.

“What’s my lady’s favorite thing to do?”

His fingers roamed her chest; tugging and teasing as it explored. However, the touch was full of affection. It didn’t hurt her. She always felt nothing but thrilling joy. He didn’t insult her, even if he teased her.

“Stop, stop, now… ”

“Not yet. Today, my queen has only experienced heaven once,” he said.

He told her he was going to take her to heaven and a warmth spread from her chest all the way to her inner thigh and across her entire body. He wanted her to experience the sensation repeatedly.

When he had no morning schedule, he would do this to her all morning. Then she couldn’t think of anything. Her mind became senseless and she felt as if her brain became like melted jelly.

“If you made me lose sexual attraction, I have to see you experience heaven two or three more times,” he whispered.

“Oh, not my ears. Ah!”

“You like that the most,” he said a smile playing on his lips

Sidrain’s thick tongue swirled in Iris’s ear. As it went in and out over and over again, Iris felt helpless. Even if she tried to run away, her thin body was firmly trapped within Sidrain’s strong arms.

“Ahh!” Iris burst into a moan while tightly clutching Sidrain’s arms. Her thighs trembled. Her thighs were firmly held by Sidrain’s big hands.

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Iris decided to read, “Everything about pregnancy! From how to get pregnant, to how to give birth without getting sick!”

She wondered why she hadn’t read it properly last time. She thought it was a book that needed to be read properly. It was a necessary book for Iris, since she felt that her relationship with Sidrain has changed these days.

She didn’t hate it.

And that was where all of Iris’ problems stemmed from. She didn’t hate everything Sidrain did to her. Was it right to be used this way? She thought about it. If she really didn’t like it, she would’ve used magic scrolls and thrown gloves at him as she was a person who valued her free will.

But she didn’t hate it, actually, she thought it felt good.

Not only the thrill she got from everything, but Sidrain was good at making her feel certain things. It was difficult to say exactly how good it was, but Sidrain was now her favorite person after her teacher. In fact, despite asking him to duel a few nights ago, Iris had begun to grow fond of Sidrain little by little.

That night, Sidrain had crouched in a corner and sat silent until dawn broke.

“Did I do something wrong?” she’d asked hesitantly.

“No,” he’d replied, his voice cold.

And that was all he had said but he’d looked slightly surprised that she was aware she had done something wrong.

By the time it was almost morning, he’d stood up with a sigh and looked back at her. It wasn’t long before he frowned, pulled something out of his luggage and wrapped it around her.

“Did you wear light clothes because you were planning to fight me?” he’d asked softly as he wrapped the fur around her.

Her body had heated up in an instant, and she’d realized how cold she was.

“It’s hard to control mana when my clothes are too heavy. It weighs me down too much,” she’d said rather embarrassedly.

“I see,” he’d said and then smiled. He then strode up and picked up her things. She quickly reached out to stop him.

“Oh, I got it,” she’d began.

“The duel is over, and I lost. So let me carry it. I’m the loser,” he’d said.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”