"Are you scared?"
This time, I nodded.
With the words that burst out carefully, his hot breath poured out on me. It was the pleasant scent from earlier.
"...If you don't like it, I'll stop here."
I shook my head in enchantment.
'I don't hate it. I didn't hate it.'
I heard the sound of my robe falling to the floor in my hazy ears. The source of the sound was Brandt.
"Uh...?"
Irritating things poured into my field of vision that were unbearable.
I was fascinated by him from above, and as soon as my eyes turned down, I quickly turned my head.
'What should I do! I saw it!'
I saw it! And that's now... The one I saw at Chunhwa ( Korean erotic art )... No, there's nothing much better than... those!
For some reason, Brandt, with a confident smile, caught me in a panic. I couldn't resist his touch because of the shock I had just witnessed.
"Why are you so surprised?"
"Oh, can I not be surprised?"
"Well."
Brandt slowly approached me. His relentless gaze caused the confusion in my mind to evaporate, and my body loosened like a domino falling.
He kissed my hand. My heart flinched as if I was on fire, and the slight tremor stimulated me again. The volume of stimulation that weighed on my chest became larger and larger.
He kissed the tips of my fingers, and this time he came down and kissed the top of my foot.
"Oh, what about my feet...!"
The trembling continued from the tips of my fingers to the tops of my feet, and my spine rumbled.
I struggled for the first time. I couldn't stay still. The wind struck Brandt on the cheek with my foot.
"Oh, are you okay?"
I stood up in surprise and asked. Brandt didn't show any signs of discomfort when he was hit in the face by my foot. Instead of being displeased, he smiled and put me down again with a somewhat nervous face.
"It's okay."
"Aren't you hurt?"
"Is it just me on these little feet?"
Brandt asked if he was serious. He was right. How can my small feet scratch an impregnable man? I was really worried about being stupid.
As soon as I felt relieved and relaxed my body, he grabbed my ankle again. Reflexively, my legs fluttered.
"Don't you like this place?"
He asked. My heart tickled at the lower voice than usual. It was a terribly sensual voice. I shook my head with a shuddering awareness.
"Oh, it's tickling!"
Before I knew it, sweat was oozing over my skin, and it was damp. Brandt let go of my ankle. However, even as Brandt got closer, the numbness in my ankle was as intense as if it had been wrapped around my whole body.
"Are you okay?"
He asked shamelessly.
"It's not okay. I said it was tickling."
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to tickle you."
"Really?"
At my spoken tone, Brandt grinned like a hungry beast for several days and kissed me on the cheek.
"...!"
"Relax."
Brandt had a premonition of something and gently brushed my tense shoulder. It was a sweet but sensual voice that made my heart tremble at the same time. My weak rebellion lost my power to his sensuality, and I became powerless.
My eyelids closed at the strange feeling that filled my heart.
'Why are you so nervous?'
In my vague mind, I soon found the answer. Brandt was the problem.
"Edita."
He just called out my name, but my whole body trembled. I unknowingly grabbed the problematic man's forearm tightly.
Brandt raised his head and stared into my wet eyes. Then he hugged me in his generous arms. He was so warm and affectionate that it was hard to believe that he was a man who was like a hungry beast just now.
I unknowingly entrusted myself to him.
***
"Liar. You lied to me."
I whined to him as he lay on my side and held me in his arms.
When Brandt's pleasant flesh brushed against my nose, my whole body finally relaxed. However, the feeling of being betrayed by him did not resolve.
"It's not a big deal..."
"That's how it was."
"It's huge....."
I glared at him with eyes that kept squinting. Normally, it was a rebellious gaze that I couldn't imagine, but now that my whole body was melted and my mind was shaken, there was nothing to hide.
Brandt was not the usual person either. Even though a woman who wasn't in her mind was staring at him like that, he smiled low and kissed me on the forehead. It followed all over my nose, cheeks, lips, chin, and neck.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be that huge either."
The full emotions that filled his body were contagious to me, and I felt sluggish.
"It's tickling, tickling..."
"I'm really good at tickling."
"You're grumpy."
I was half-drunk in my sleep and complained. I clenched my weak fist and slammed him on the chest. Brandt didn't stop me and greeted me intact.
'Is it okay to get hit?'
I looked up at him with almost closed eyes.
"Are you okay? Doesn't it hurt?"
"It's okay."
"I wish you were hurt too."
"I've already been hurt enough because of you."
"No. I've never done that."
For no reason, I was heartbroken and hit him again. Only then did Brandt grab my weak wrist.
"Stop. Just sleeping"
Then he said sternly. Why are you so affectionate? I shook my head, thinking it wasn't Brandt.
"Can I really sleep?"
"You can do whatever you want."
I was completely exhausted and had no energy to hold on any longer. Brandt whispered softly through my languid eyelids, but I couldn't hear it.
I had a short dream in his arms.
'Don't go, Edita!'
It was a vision I had when I fell into the pond. It was clearer than then. Brandt's face was in pain, and his sadness soaked my whole body.
But just like in the fantasy, my feet were just moving forward to avoid Brandt, who was chasing me.
"I'll do whatever I'm told. Please.."
Brandt's cry pierced my heart. I couldn't believe that he was a man who could cry so sadly.
I wanted to go back and wipe away his tears, but my body didn't listen. It was only natural that this body belonged to the real Edita, not mine.
An iron gate appeared in front of me. Now. If you go inside that iron door and close the door, you will never be able to wipe away Brandt's tears. The weeping man is left alone outside the iron gate.
Just like me, who was a complete loner before coming here.
'I don't like that.'
I gave strength to my arms and legs. Then, unbelievably, the real Edita stopped. Her body moved at my will.
I turned around and looked at Brandt as he ran towards me.
'This body is now my body. Now I can wipe Brandt's tears.'
But the moment I reached out to Brandt, the illusion in front of me disappeared like a lie.
In the thick darkness, my eyes opened up. What was in front of me was a quiet darkness. A wave of fatigue came rushing in.
'Where is this... How did it happen...'
The warm and hard skin touched the hand that stretched around. I turned my head to check the face of the man asleep under the moonlight.
It was Brandt. He wasn't crying. I was fortunate.
"It was all a dream..."
When did I fall asleep? I remembered that I was exhausted and lost consciousness as if I was collapsing.
"I think I fell asleep and had a dream."
It was a strange dream. Brandt, such a strong man, cries like a young boy. Even though it wasn't the first time I saw it, my heart was pounding, and I wanted to deny it.
The Brandt in my reality was the fierce and hot man in my memory of last night.
'This person is sleeping next to me right now.'
I groped my memory with a hazy consciousness. Soon, a sweet memory was captured somewhere in the dream and reality.
'I can't stand it anymore.'
I clearly remembered the sight of a man who seemed to never collapse like a solid wall, talking in front of me as if pleading.
The sad appearance was a bit similar to the man in my dream, but I soon forgot about it.
I was half-asleep, smiling and digging deeper into his embrace.
The aftermath of the thick and dense body temperature that had enveloped me until I fell asleep rushed in like waves on the beach.
My whole body was full of tension due to the heat and strength that had been hot and scorching.
And Brandt's eyes stared at me as if observing me. Even though I could see that he was losing patience, I kept asking. "Are you okay?" Even a friendly voice asked.
I was ashamed and anxious. My heart tightened, and my heart became sad. Where did this emotion originate?
'Brandt...'
So I had no choice but to call him by name. He was frowning strangely, exhaled, and smiled.
I only called out his name, but his face looked happy as if he had won the whole world.
'Edita.'
His sweet voice calling me penetrated deep into my heart.
'Edita... How, you...How...this?'
It was the first time anyone had called me so sweetly. This night with him was the first time for me.
'I thought this was enough.'
Still, why do I feel like something is missing?
I tossed and turned with a strange feeling of fatigue and regret. At that time, Brandt's arm gently patted my body as I tossed and turned.
"Come on, go to bed."
Was he awake the whole time? Or is he asleep like me?
I shook my head curiously. I didn't want to sleep. I thought that if I fell asleep like this, I would forget everything that had happened in my sleep.
But fatigue overwhelmed me faster. Before falling into complete sleep, I pondered the sweetness.
'Mood...It was good.'
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