A chill ran down my back.
I lowered my eyes, trying to hide my embarrassment. I didn't know why I said that.
My heart was beating violently, as if it were about to explode. I thought that I might hear a thumping sound, and I got goosebumps all over my body.
I, who was in a state of panic and tossing and turning, soon began to pour out anything.
"Isn't it terrible just to think about it? So stop taking that beggarly medicine. That's how much I hate it..."
The words I uttered to cover up seemed to reveal my Innermost feelings, and my ears were hot. I wet my dry lips with my tongue.
Barcas, who had been standing motionless, felt the signs of his approaching the bedside. But I couldn't bear to lift my head.
I'm sure he has a stunned expression. Just a few hours ago, the woman who was on a rampage like a demon-possessed person was making nonsense noises, so he must have looked tired. Maybe he has a cold sarcasm in his heart.
I rambled on as if I was being chased by something.
"Do you know how terrible that medicine is? After drinking it, it hurts to the core. But you keep forcing me, so I... to stop it."
"Thalia."
A voice echoed right above my forehead, and I stopped speaking.
When I raised my head, my eyes filled my vision like a winter lake at dawn.
The man who was staring at me as if looking at a piece of a puzzle that could not be put together said in a low voice.
"I'll feed you, come here."
I blinked blankly.
I didn't fully understand what he was saying.
I looked down at the vial in his hand with confused eyes, then shifted my gaze to his smooth-looking lips.
Suddenly, a strange thirst arose.
I pursed my dark lips and looked away.
"I'm just..."
I just said, Why take it so seriously? Just as I was about to hesitate, he opened the lid of the vial.
I looked up.
His incomprehensible, transparent eyes stared at me as if to confirm his intention. It was an eye that seemed to be looking into me, but it was not looking at anything.
Keeping those ore-like eyes fixed on me, he brought the vial to the corner of his mouth.
My heart had a convulsion.
If you ask me to quit now, I will be able to keep at least my pride.
Didn't I struggle to avoid losing it even if I died?
If I don't have that, I am truly nothing.
'But...'
I looked up at him with trembling eyes.
The memory of the day his lips touched came to mind. What if I could reaffirm that night by giving a handful of pride...
I closed my eyes.
Then, a large hand with protruding bones wrapped around the nape of my neck.
The smell of water, mint, and the wind that had always made me uneasy ran through the tip of my nose. Soon, the mucous membrane filled my lips with the strong smell of grass flowers.
It was once a lip that only spat out words that made the heart ache. When I was young, I even thought that if I touched it, I might feel pain like a knife. His lips, which had been so cruel, were shaking all my senses.
I subconsciously grabbed his shirt tightly.
He tilted my head back and pressed my lips even harder. I, who was stiffening my body, couldn't resist the pressure on my cheek and opened my mouth. The essence of the concentrated herbs flowed down the tip of my tongue.
I frowned at the bitterness that seemed to burn in my mouth for a moment, but for a moment, his soft tongue squeezed through the mucous membrane.
Surprised by the deep penetration that seemed to pierce my throat, I pushed his chest out, and the slippery flesh receded a little. However, without any time to be relieved, the sensitive mucous membrane on the inside of my cheek was crushed.
I shrank at the unfamiliar stimulus. The soggy lump of flesh turned and rubbed the roof of my mouth, then stuckily entangled my tongue. A lot of saliva pooled in my mouth.
The bitter liquid mixed with the saliva of the two of us and flowed down the corners of our mouths. Without even feeling ashamed of it, the tip of his tongue dug deep again.
My throat tightened on its own, and I sucked him in. It was the moment when the instinctive movement to swallow something turned into a horrific, lewd act.
I let out a naughty moan that I had never imagined coming out of my mouth. The squeaking sound felt like it was soaking my eardrums.
I couldn't handle the increasingly violent movements and slapped his shoulders like a lump of metal with my fist.
Finally, his lips fell. Transparent saliva continued like threads.
I looked at it with trembling eyes, then raised my gaze. Then I saw a calm face that seemed to observe my reaction.
Suddenly, a deep confusion struck.
Maybe all the sticky behavior I just had was delusional? His expression was frozen with such a suspicion, but Barcas picked up the vial and shook it lightly.
"Medicine, there is still some left."
The beauty mixed with the sound of fine metal stimulated the eardrums.
My eyes widened, and then I hurriedly lowered my gaze. I felt a violent headache in my temples. It whispered to me and asked for another piece of my pride.
"What should I do with this?"
I parted my prickly lips and looked down at the shimmering shadows of fire.
I wondered how long I would be conflicted in the suffocating silence, but finally nodded. However, he did not show any reaction.
After hesitating for a moment, I struggled to squeeze my voice out of my tightly locked throat.
"...Feed me."
In an instant, my head fell backwards.
Immediately, a thick liquid soaked into my mouth. When I gulped it down, an unpleasant heat flowed through my esophagus.
However, the bitter taste was quickly washed away by the sticky saliva.
I squeezed his shirt and let out a heavy breath.
The hot flesh swam through the narrow space without rest. The back was pushed back little by little by the strong pushing force and eventually touched the bed sheet.
I looked up at him with a frightened face. I wanted to get up and stand up, but couldn't get away from him for a moment.
Leaning over the bed with one hand, Barcas continued to suck my lips.
From his face, which was covered in dark shadows, only his two eyes shone brightly. It felt like I was soaking in a cold flame. All the senses melt away, and the heart is filled with anxiety.
"Open your mouth wider."
A damp voice moistened the corners of my mouth.
I, who had been looking up at him with trembling eyes, slowly opened my chin wider
The hot flesh immediately scratched the tongue and invaded near the throat. Then, as if enjoying the touch of him grunting and sucking, he stayed for a while, and then slowly slipped out.
I was distracted by the repeated actions.
He twisted my head to the side to breathe in the air that had been exhausted, and he grabbed my hair. His long fingers wrap around my hair and pull it with a painless intensity. Even that felt like an eerie and obscene act.
"Barcas..."
A pleading voice mixed in the breath I exhaled.
I couldn't even tell what I was begging for. When I looked up with wet eyes, I saw a slightly distorted eye. A slightly rough palm swept up the sweaty nape of my neck.
I had a terrible curiosity.
Has anyone else ever touched it like this?
The image of him kissing Ayla crossed my mind.
He must have lain her on the bed and sucked her lips too.
Just as he responded to my own request without hesitation, he must have quietly responded to her request.
Because this kind of behavior would mean nothing to him.
For me, an event that seems to turn the world upside down will really be nothing to him...
"...Why are you crying?"
He let go of my biting lip and asked in a heavy, sunken voice.
A calloused thumb swept under my eyes. I hid my pupils under my eyelashes.
"...Tired. Stop it now."
Barcas, who was narrowing his eyebrows, slowly stood up. He looked so detached that it was hard to believe that he was a person who had been voraciously searching other people's mouths until a while ago.
He walked to the window and pushed it back. The cool, wet air pushed away the heat that was filling the room.
I stared at his profile in the dark, then turned to the other side and closed my eyes.
My mind gradually became confused.
If I open my eyes tomorrow, will I see today as a dream again?
I, who had been thinking about this in a daze, soon fell into unconsciousness.
***
"Since we have thoroughly cracked down on the entry, the unsavory Incident of last night will not spread."
Barcas, who was patting Tork as he was roughly tugging, looked at the lord of Darken.
The man stretched the corners of his mouth and trembled with a cube.
"By the way, you have a really great wife. Where can that angelic appearance have such a great temper...."
"Uzan Darken."
As if reading the warning in his voice, the man closed his mouth.
Barcas Added.
"I think it's better to crack down on your mouth first."
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