“Princess.”
A slightly muffled voice rang in my ears.
The longer I did not give a proper answer, the more the composure in his eyes disappeared.
The sight of the man expressing his anxiety in front of me seemed to grab my heart.
And as luck would have it, Michael appealed to me with an expression and voice that made me feel weak.
"Isn't it okay if I... shake you a little bit?"
"..."
“Please give me some leeway, even if it’s just a little bit.”
I couldn't delay the answer any longer.
“...It’s shaking. It’s shaking a lot.”
He finally made me admit it with my own mouth.
Michael's eyes widened in surprise. I was even more confused by his reaction as if he really didn't know.
It was then.
"Then..."
Michael opened his mouth as if letting out a breath.
"You gave me room, so I guess I'll have to be brave."
"...Uh?"
Suddenly, Michael's face came closer to mine. There was no wavering in his eyes that looked straight at me as if imprisoning me.
As if his wistful look hadn't been enough to soften my heart enough to elicit an answer, a man with a laid-back, languid charm took over my vision.
"Michael...?"
There was no response.
Ding ding ding ding
The grandfather clock chimed twelve times to signal closing time. If this were a fairy tale, it would be the moment when the magic would break.
"..."
"..."
I had a feeling, looking into the calmly staring violet eyes, that the playful games were over. I was clearly about to cross the line.
“Princess.”
I was excited and scared at the same time, wondering what would come out of those lips.
“I want to make a wish for the martial arts festival now.”
“Do you wish...?”
The sudden wish seemed out of the blue, yet exquisite.
Michael smiled more charmingly than he had in my past or present life.
“I want to kiss you.”
"...!"
The wish was only postponed, but it remained intact.
The sound of my pounding heart was loud.
My two eyes shook without mercy. I was dizzy. My judgment was paralyzed.
I didn't even notice Michael's graceful hands removing my mask.
With a thud, the mask fell into the sunflower garden.
Michael's hands dug into my hair and gently wrapped around the back of my head.
“Come on, deny it.”
It was a deception.
The only thing that opened the last escape route was words. There wasn't a single gesture in his body today that wasn't a seduction.
Aren't you still looking at me with longing eyes and touching my hair with your strange hands?
I just looked at Michael with trembling eyes, unable to say anything.
A long time had passed, even if it was interpreted positively. This time, Michael waited patiently, to the point of boredom.
It didn't work. He moved first.
'...!'
An unrealistically handsome face was closing in on me.
I couldn't even blink because I was caught in his thick gaze. It was only a moment before my vision, like my mind, was filled with Michael.
"Princess..."
A palm that held the warmth of his hands cupped my cheek as if it were his. Our noses brushed against each other and our breaths mingled.
Our lips finally touched.
"..."
"..."
Soft flesh gently pressed against equally soft flesh.
He gently bit my lower lip and licked my upper lip ticklingly. The sweet, wet sound rang in my ears.
My chin trembled slightly. Finally, a sound like a sigh escaped me.
"Ah..."
Michael didn't miss that opportunity.
"Ugh."
Michael's tongue slid between my parted lips.
"...!"
Michael's lips parted wide to invade my mouth with the tip of his root, and as it was, it engaged my lips seamlessly.
There were no more shallow, sloppy kisses. His kisses began to become greedy, like a predator.
It started from then.
“Hmph!”
A tongue full of the scent of wine swept through the teeth. It found the tongue that had been hidden, wrapped it around, and lifted the tip of my tongue to tickle the roof of my mouth.
I flinched at the sensation of my delicate flesh being stimulated, but Michael did not back down. Instead, he pressed on more persistently.
Our lips were rubbed together as if we were crushed. Michael changed the angle and deeply penetrated every corner of my mouth.
He explored every nook and cranny of my mouth.
While we were passionately kissing, Michael's gaze never left my face for a moment.
The pupils of those purple eyes, consumed by intense desire, seemed as if they would swallow me.
It was a gaze as intense as a kiss.
I, who was simultaneously being explored with his eyes and mouth, was out of my mind. My heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was breaking through my ribs.
My breathing wasn't normal either. I took shallow breaths through my nose, and with each breath, I felt like I was inhaling a potion.
I swallowed the sensations he gave me with that intoxicating feeling.
'Ah...'
The ecstasy that spread from my mouth to my entire body made my head melt.
The things that made me a Princess, such as my dignity and respect, are becoming distant. They are falling apart and collapsing.
The urge to lose took over my body and mind.
“......!”
Michael's eyes widened as he was lost in a hazy ecstasy while 'staring' at me. This was because I lifted both arms and hugged his neck.
I began to respond to Michael's kisses. It was slow and awkward, but Michael was also stimulated by my attempts to wrap their tongues around each other.
It's like melting candy together. The kiss continued. As our tongues repeatedly tangled in and out of each other's mouths, a sticky, sloshing sound filled the air.
Our mouths quickly became soaked to the point where we couldn't control ourselves.
When a stream of clear liquid ran down the corner of my mouth, Michael pulled his lips away and licked my chin.
And then our gazes crossed.
"..."
"..."
The eyes of the two people who had put the prank away were filled with excitement and eagerness.
Tak, tak, tak, tak.
By that time, the hot, humid summer air had finally produced rain. It started as a drizzle.
A mist slowly rose throughout the Garden of Worship.
Even though I was hit by the rain, the heat in my body that had already built up showed no sign of cooling down.
As if the wetness from before was a lie, my mouth was parched and I was complaining of a burning thirst all the way to the tip of my throat.
And we both knew that this was a need that wouldn't be quenched by a kiss alone.
Before we knew it, the mist that had swallowed our ankles had risen to our knees. The impatience for the performance was evident in each other's gazes.
“Michael.”
The person who speaks first is usually
As expected, it was me.
"Would you like to rest at my place?"
“...Is that literally true?"
I averted my gaze. The answer came in a slightly trembling voice.
“What if it’s imperial style?”
"..."
Michael froze without moving.
I still had my gaze turned toward the sunflower garden. I was waiting for an answer in a state of tension that made it difficult to maintain my sanity.
Michael's hand reached out to me. His trembling fingers slowly ran up my arm and reached my shoulder.
Michael carefully touched my shoulder, then took me into his arms and hugged me.
It was a hug that somehow resembled a desperate cling.
Soon, Michael dropped his words of consent, breathing heavily.
“My princess.”
"..."
"My Eve......."
"..."
As soon as he let out the call that was deeply embedded in his desire, Michael collapsed on his own.
His whole body trembled. What had seemed leisurely and languid up until now was a desperate struggle. In fact, his true intention was to plead.
“Please, let me covet... Eve...”
Michael slammed his emotions into me over and over again, like he was pulling out my heart.
And at the same time, he desperately felt my face and found my lips.
In order to continue breathing, which was on the verge of stopping, I took in the breath of the person I was kissing.
Swaaaa...
The rain got a little heavier.
The wet kisses lingered in the garden of worship.
A time for noble maidens and noble knights to mingle their desires. A week of pleasure was about to begin.
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