Her pupils dilated greatly. The woman, who was staring up at him blankly, gulped and swallowed her dry saliva and asked.
"What kind of method do you want?"
"...Well, I don't know."
He stared down at her, sweeping her lips with his leather-gloved hands. Her eyes were so dark that a faint blush spread over her transparent white skin. Suddenly, a strange thirst arose in the back of his throat.
He tugged at the collar that was tightening his neck in frustration and spat out somewhat roughly.
"At least you won't be doing a rough job with only the hem of your skirt rolled up."
The reddish aura that had dyed her face was now spreading to her earlobes and the nape of her neck.
He inadvertently chewed on the flesh on the inside of his cheeks, then succumbed to the urge to touch her and bent over the bed.
She tensed her shoulders tightly, tucked the hem of her skirt, and wrapped her knees. He wrapped one hand around the cheek of the woman who was staring at him as if she were wary, and looked into her eyes.
"What are you going to do?"
"Uh, you need to tell me what you want specifically..."
"I'm going to take enough time to prepare so that you can accept my body without difficulty."
When he touched her lips, which seemed to be clotted with blood, with her thumb, her dark blue eyes shook violently.
The woman, who was looking up at him with frightened eyes, turned her head to the side to avoid his hand.
"Do you really need that? It's better for both of us to just finish it quickly."
He withdrew his arm and shot an icy glance into her eyes.
"If you are not willing to accept my demands, get out of this room. You don't seem to be a mare, but I have no intention of accepting such treatment."
His pale pink face turned pale in an instant.
Barcas was determined to weaken. If they withdraw from here, they will have to repeat that terrible night again.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest and nodded as if he were not standing up quickly. The woman, who was clutching her skirt tightly and chewing her lower lip, let out a trembling voice.
"Then. Just do one thing."
He waited silently for her words.
The woman, who had been moxibusting for a long time, continued with a sullen face.
"At least put out the lights, and then I'll put up with whatever you do."
He twisted his mouth.
He knew that this woman did not mean to insult him. However, her martyr-like attitude, like a martyr before he was about to go to asceticism, made him feel twisted. If he hadn't known that she was genuinely frightened, he would have turned around and left.
Barcas, who had been staring at her, soon walked to the window. The candles were extinguished one after another on the candlestick placed in front of him, and then the cover was lowered in front of the fireplace. However, the sunlight that had not yet subsided was pouring into the room through the window.
He looked out the window at the light purple dark clouds and the golden sunset, then turned his gaze back to her. His wife was still clutching the hem of her dress and giving him a wary look.
He felt a little dissatisfied, but if the darkness reassured her, there was no reason not to take a step back.
He also lowered the curtains above the window. Finally, thick darkness fell in the room.
"Are you done now?"
Thalia nodded slightly. Then he replied in a tight voice, as if he thought he wouldn't see anything.
"Yes... That's it."
He waited for his vision to get used to the darkness before slowly approaching the bed.
The woman who sensed his spirit reached out straight to him. He straddled the bed and leaned over so that his wife could touch him.
Soon, her ice-cold fingers touched the nape of his neck. He hugged it and pulled it to his face, and the woman, who had been shrinking her head in surprise, soon began to caress his cheek.
His lower stomach tightened as if to confirm its existence, and a strong heat soared.
His eyes twisted at the violent reaction of his own body.
He had felt his body warm up when he was around this woman before, but he dismissed it as just a general reaction that a man would show in the prime of his life.
He was a little surprised that he still had such a desire, but he had never taken it seriously. He just decided that it would not be impossible to leave a successor.
He ignored the fact that his body never reacted to others. He can use an aphrodisiac as needed.
He was trained to control all desires thoroughly, and he regarded the separation of body and mind as nothing. Sexual desire is just an instinct for racial reproduction.
There was no reason to put meaning in such things.
However, such firm thoughts were simply shattered under her touch.
Barcas let out a long breath and put his arms around her waist. As it was, the knot of the dress behind her back was untied, and the hem of the garment opened up, revealing her delicate skeleton and graceful curves. As he carefully swept it down as if savoring it, a nervous voice leaked out of her mouth.
"Oh, you can't see anything, right?"
Instead of answering, he lay her down on the bed and pulled her dress down her ass. Then, Thalia, who took a heavy breath, grabbed the hem of her clothes. In the dark, he could see her shoulders stiffening with tension.
"Answer. You can't see anything, right?"
Barcas, who was staring down at her anxiously disturbed face, whispered soothing words in her ear.
"Yes, I don't see anything. So relax."
Only then did the woman finally let go of her clothes.
He pulled the hem of her dress to her toes. In the bluish darkness, an unrealistically elaborate body was revealed.
Delicate shoulders that look like carved Ivory, perfectly curved breasts, a slender waist that seems to be less than a handful, and a flat abdomen that is tightly curtailed. Barcas, who was slowly sliding his gaze along the precise lines like a craft to be placed on the altar, suddenly stopped looking at her.
The moment he saw the bandage that was tightly wrapped from the top of her slightly twisted knee to her calf, it felt like a knife was stuck in her throat.
As if to shake off the sensation, he hurriedly climbed up on top of her and brought his tongue to her swollen lips.
The woman, who was surprised by the sudden contact, immediately opened her mouth.
He whipped through the soggy mucous membranes and wrapped her silky hair around his fingers. The more I moved my tongue, the hotter he felt the woman's skin get.
He regretted granting her request to turn off the light.
If the surroundings were bright, he could clearly see her pale skin burning to her feet. He could have seen that her lapis lazuli-like pupils became blurred and the red corners of her eyes became moist.
Feeling his thirst burning more and more intensely, he scraped the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth with his tongue. He greedily sucked it in and passed it down his throat, but his hunger was not relieved at all.
He was overwhelmed with strange nervousness and pushed his tongue deeper into her soggy mouth. The little tongue flinched and ran away. He unconsciously chased after it. As he persistently held back the chatter, the woman let out a moan and tilted her head back.
He instinctively held on to the attempt to escape.
The heat that had burned his throat was now burning in his stomach. It was like drinking Belladonna's juice.
"You, take it off too. The hilt of the knife presses on my stomach and hurts."
Half-distracted, hanging from her lips, the woman pushed his chest against him and whined.
He let out a heavy breath and lifted his head. When he stood up, his upper body, he saw his lower body, which had become hard like a stone, pressing down on her abdomen.
If he tells her that it's not a knife handle, how will she react?
Maybe she'll be tired of turning blue and cowering.
He didn't want to see it, and he wanted to see it.
He wiped his mouth wet with saliva and tore off the button on his top with his other hand.
After throwing off his clothes in an instant, he unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants.
Cool air touched his hot skin. However, his body, which was hot with excitement, did not cool down at all.
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