Episode 77. The Many Types of Sleep
He was leaning back on a fancy sofa, tilting his glass.
As the door closed silently, Noah's languid gaze fell on her. Olivia was frozen, clutching the closure of her gown with both hands.
Noah put the new cup that had been overturned with careless hands right back and poured the wine.
“Don’t just stand there, come here, Liv.”
The name 'Liv' woke Olivia, who was frozen in the atmosphere.
As Olivia approached, Noah nodded across the room. As she sat down hesitantly, Noah offered her a glass of red wine.
“Have you ever tried it?”
“...Once or twice.”
“Is that all? Didn’t you drink it in the middle of the meal?”
When Noah asked again while pouring a drink into her glass, Olivia shook her head slightly.
“I feel motion sick when I drink it.”
“I usually like that.”
“...”
“But drink today.”
Olivia couldn't bring herself to raise her head, staring at the glass, which was bathed in light. She carefully lifted the glass with one hand. All the while, she held the closure of her gown firmly with the other hand.
Noah, who was tilting his glass, caught a glimpse of the sight and tilted his head in laughter.
“Why don’t you just drink comfortably? When did you ask me to take off my dress earlier?”
Olivia bit her lip and muttered in protest.
“...You said that would be better than fainting.”
“Wouldn’t that be better?”
“...”
Olivia, speechless, tilted her head back, putting her glass to her lips without even looking at him.
At first glance, Noah was wearing only a robe over his pants, which was not fastened, revealing his entire upper body, giving him a dissolute appearance.
A faint heat rose in the place where the sweet yet bitter alcohol had passed.
Noah slowly rested his chin on his hand as he looked at Olivia, who was finally refusing to face him.
The childish kiss kept coming back to him. His gaze, fixed on her plump, red lips, slowly drifted upward, revealing her flushed cheeks and downcast, dark eyes.
The tranquility of Noah Astrid.
There were countless things to worry about, but the peace she brought him made it all bearable.
“Liv.”
As he whispered softly, she shuddered and slowly raised her gaze.
“Have you learned what to do from now on?”
Noah hid his thirst with a languid voice.
But strangely enough, at that moment, the shyness and trembling in Olivia's eyes evaporated as if it were a lie.
'What?'
Noah frowned slightly, but Olivia quickly opened her mouth.
“I learned it from a royal sex education book.”
“...”
I guess I'll have to be careful about asking her 'Have you learned anything?' from now on.
Noah shuddered and thought back to a book he had read a long time ago.
“...Ah, that.”
“Yes. I heard that Your Highness also studied it.”
“...”
Studying?
While Noah was stunned, Olivia defined tonight's event as "learning and practice." This made it easier to endure, and a little bit of sanity returned.
Olivia took a moment to think about her words, then opened her mouth cautiously.
“The book described a lot of different types of positions, but there wasn’t much I could actually do about it.”
"...What?"
The tables have turned.
Noah, who had been sitting leisurely, widened his eyes in bewilderment. Stunned, he began to wonder what kind of education she had received and how.
“Something you can do proactively?”
“Madame Lehmann said that since Your Highness has also been educated, we should discuss it together.”
"Discussion?"
"Yes."
Noah was speechless and just blinked, her pitch-black eyes so serious.
What should I do with this girl?
Noah, who had been staring blankly at Olivia, slowly sat up and ran his hand over his face. Then he calmly asked back.
"Yes, Liv. So, in that book, there were some positions, or rather types, where you could be proactive, even if there weren't many?"
"...Yes."
“What is that?”
The face, which looked sharper with the chin pulled in, was as alluring as that of a devil.
Olivia stared at the handsome man's face, entranced, and bit her lip. She still couldn't bring herself to do it, but it was something she had to do tonight.
Olivia stood up, clutching her gown tightly. Noah's gaze followed her, glancing upward.
Olivia turned her head and looked at the bed. It was so large that it seemed like several people could lie down and roll around on it. Noah stared intently at Olivia's face.
What on earth should I say?
Olivia, who had been silent for a moment, seemed to have made up her mind, then took a deep breath and glanced at Noah. For some reason, a certain determination flashed in her eyes, and Noah couldn't bring himself to smile.
“Your Highness, you must go to bed and lie down.”
“...”
Noah stared at Olivia silently, then stood up with his mouth firmly shut. He walked leisurely to the bedside and suddenly asked.
“Lying down like this? With your clothes on?”
“...”
Confusion flashed across Olivia's clear eyes. Noah, who had been considering asking more, decided to wait and see what would happen, so he stopped.
“Yes, I understand.”
He went to the center of the wide bed and lay down, leaning against the soft pillows.
Noah, lying in a languid yet carefree posture, looked at Olivia provocatively.
His figure, bathed in melting golden light, was breathtakingly stunning. His sharp yet delicate face and his torso, as if roughly chiseled with a chisel, were surprisingly harmonious, exuding a wild yet sensual aroma.
“What’s next?”
At the soft voice that seemed to cling to her heart, Olivia's reason, which she had barely managed to hold onto, crumbled like white foam and scattered like dust.
She was slowly running out of breath.
Olivia desperately tried to catch her breath and regain her senses.
'Come on, Olivia. Imagined things are bigger than real.'
Olivia, urging herself, slowly released her grip on the gown. Feeling the frictionless silk flowing smoothly, she climbed onto the bed without further hesitation.
The longer you hesitate, the longer the hesitation will last, and the longer the hesitation, the more difficult it will become.
Olivia approached Noah, who was lying down as if he owned everything, and whispered softly.
“Excuse me, Your Highness.”
She felt the gaze fixed on her, but there was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to hide. Olivia had already shed her half-drooping gown and put her learning into practice.
“...?!”
At the same time, strength entered Noah's whole body.
Noah was stunned by the weight he felt in his stomach and the sight of Olivia's face looking at him from an unfamiliar position.
While his gaze was drawn to the slender, white arms and the nape of her neck revealed through the flowing gown, she boldly approached him and climbed on top of him.
Noah, whose alcohol had vanished in an instant, sat up halfway without realizing it.
Olivia gently placed her palm on his stomach and leaned in. Her black hair cascaded down around Noah like a waterfall.
A dizzying, brain-shaking scent pierced the tip of his nose, and at the same time, soft, warm lips settled on his.
Noah froze in his half-raised position.
It wasn't just his brain that was paralyzed.
Olivia, who boldly kissed the Prince on the lips, didn't know what to do next.
Olivia, who had been tightly shutting her eyes, slowly sat up and exhaled the breath she had been holding. The moment she opened her eyes, gasping for breath, she froze.
His wild green eyes were boiling red like molten iron. Captivated by his red gaze, she couldn't move, but he muttered softly.
“It makes people go crazy.”
Olivia's heart dropped to her feet at the sharp, sharp voice. Her eyes widened like lanterns, and she jumped back in surprise.
"Sorry!"
But at that moment, Noah grabbed Olivia's arm as she fled, pulling her upright. Olivia, who had unconsciously closed her eyes, suddenly opened them at the sensation of a soft, fluffy surface behind her.
“...!”
Before she knew it, the locations had been reversed.
Olivia gasped as she looked at Noah, who was looking down at her with shadowy eyes. His tall, imposing silhouette, backlit by the light, seemed as vast as a mountain range.
“Your Highness...”
“Noah.”
"Yes?"
Noah straightened his back as he looked at Olivia, who had turned pale.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. So there’s no need to be nervous.”
“I, I’m going to turn around...”
“I’m still going crazy.”
“...”
Noah slowly ran his fingers down the black waterfall scattered across the white pillowcase. Then, like a lion about to devour its prey, he lowered his body lithely.
Noah was parched with thirst. He hovered near the red lips that smelled of fragrant wine and commanded.
“Call me Noah.”
Olivia felt nauseous as the hot sensation tickled the corners of her lips, making her feel tipsy.
When she couldn't bring herself to call out that name and let out a huff, Noah, who had been swallowing her breath sweetly, lowered his head a little more and whispered.
“Noah.”
A name flowed from between Olivia's parted lips.
As if by order.
Or like a glass of wine.
Olivia closed her eyes and carefully pronounced the wonderful words she had been repeating to herself.
“...Noah.”
And at that whisper, Noah collapsed.
As the scene he had only dreamed of became reality, a long-standing thirst arose terribly.
He poured over Olivia like a beast trying to quench its hunger.
That night.
Herrington College's top graduates have taken action.
Also, the practice and application of royal flowers.
He was leaning back on a fancy sofa, tilting his glass.
As the door closed silently, Noah's languid gaze fell on her. Olivia was frozen, clutching the closure of her gown with both hands.
Noah put the new cup that had been overturned with careless hands right back and poured the wine.
“Don’t just stand there, come here, Liv.”
The name 'Liv' woke Olivia, who was frozen in the atmosphere.
As Olivia approached, Noah nodded across the room. As she sat down hesitantly, Noah offered her a glass of red wine.
“Have you ever tried it?”
“...Once or twice.”
“Is that all? Didn’t you drink it in the middle of the meal?”
When Noah asked again while pouring a drink into her glass, Olivia shook her head slightly.
“I feel motion sick when I drink it.”
“I usually like that.”
“...”
“But drink today.”
Olivia couldn't bring herself to raise her head, staring at the glass, which was bathed in light. She carefully lifted the glass with one hand. All the while, she held the closure of her gown firmly with the other hand.
Noah, who was tilting his glass, caught a glimpse of the sight and tilted his head in laughter.
“Why don’t you just drink comfortably? When did you ask me to take off my dress earlier?”
Olivia bit her lip and muttered in protest.
“...You said that would be better than fainting.”
“Wouldn’t that be better?”
“...”
Olivia, speechless, tilted her head back, putting her glass to her lips without even looking at him.
At first glance, Noah was wearing only a robe over his pants, which was not fastened, revealing his entire upper body, giving him a dissolute appearance.
A faint heat rose in the place where the sweet yet bitter alcohol had passed.
Noah slowly rested his chin on his hand as he looked at Olivia, who was finally refusing to face him.
The childish kiss kept coming back to him. His gaze, fixed on her plump, red lips, slowly drifted upward, revealing her flushed cheeks and downcast, dark eyes.
The tranquility of Noah Astrid.
There were countless things to worry about, but the peace she brought him made it all bearable.
“Liv.”
As he whispered softly, she shuddered and slowly raised her gaze.
“Have you learned what to do from now on?”
Noah hid his thirst with a languid voice.
But strangely enough, at that moment, the shyness and trembling in Olivia's eyes evaporated as if it were a lie.
'What?'
Noah frowned slightly, but Olivia quickly opened her mouth.
“I learned it from a royal sex education book.”
“...”
I guess I'll have to be careful about asking her 'Have you learned anything?' from now on.
Noah shuddered and thought back to a book he had read a long time ago.
“...Ah, that.”
“Yes. I heard that Your Highness also studied it.”
“...”
Studying?
While Noah was stunned, Olivia defined tonight's event as "learning and practice." This made it easier to endure, and a little bit of sanity returned.
Olivia took a moment to think about her words, then opened her mouth cautiously.
“The book described a lot of different types of positions, but there wasn’t much I could actually do about it.”
"...What?"
The tables have turned.
Noah, who had been sitting leisurely, widened his eyes in bewilderment. Stunned, he began to wonder what kind of education she had received and how.
“Something you can do proactively?”
“Madame Lehmann said that since Your Highness has also been educated, we should discuss it together.”
"Discussion?"
"Yes."
Noah was speechless and just blinked, her pitch-black eyes so serious.
What should I do with this girl?
Noah, who had been staring blankly at Olivia, slowly sat up and ran his hand over his face. Then he calmly asked back.
"Yes, Liv. So, in that book, there were some positions, or rather types, where you could be proactive, even if there weren't many?"
"...Yes."
“What is that?”
The face, which looked sharper with the chin pulled in, was as alluring as that of a devil.
Olivia stared at the handsome man's face, entranced, and bit her lip. She still couldn't bring herself to do it, but it was something she had to do tonight.
Olivia stood up, clutching her gown tightly. Noah's gaze followed her, glancing upward.
Olivia turned her head and looked at the bed. It was so large that it seemed like several people could lie down and roll around on it. Noah stared intently at Olivia's face.
What on earth should I say?
Olivia, who had been silent for a moment, seemed to have made up her mind, then took a deep breath and glanced at Noah. For some reason, a certain determination flashed in her eyes, and Noah couldn't bring himself to smile.
“Your Highness, you must go to bed and lie down.”
“...”
Noah stared at Olivia silently, then stood up with his mouth firmly shut. He walked leisurely to the bedside and suddenly asked.
“Lying down like this? With your clothes on?”
“...”
Confusion flashed across Olivia's clear eyes. Noah, who had been considering asking more, decided to wait and see what would happen, so he stopped.
“Yes, I understand.”
He went to the center of the wide bed and lay down, leaning against the soft pillows.
Noah, lying in a languid yet carefree posture, looked at Olivia provocatively.
His figure, bathed in melting golden light, was breathtakingly stunning. His sharp yet delicate face and his torso, as if roughly chiseled with a chisel, were surprisingly harmonious, exuding a wild yet sensual aroma.
“What’s next?”
At the soft voice that seemed to cling to her heart, Olivia's reason, which she had barely managed to hold onto, crumbled like white foam and scattered like dust.
She was slowly running out of breath.
Olivia desperately tried to catch her breath and regain her senses.
'Come on, Olivia. Imagined things are bigger than real.'
Olivia, urging herself, slowly released her grip on the gown. Feeling the frictionless silk flowing smoothly, she climbed onto the bed without further hesitation.
The longer you hesitate, the longer the hesitation will last, and the longer the hesitation, the more difficult it will become.
Olivia approached Noah, who was lying down as if he owned everything, and whispered softly.
“Excuse me, Your Highness.”
She felt the gaze fixed on her, but there was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to hide. Olivia had already shed her half-drooping gown and put her learning into practice.
“...?!”
At the same time, strength entered Noah's whole body.
Noah was stunned by the weight he felt in his stomach and the sight of Olivia's face looking at him from an unfamiliar position.
While his gaze was drawn to the slender, white arms and the nape of her neck revealed through the flowing gown, she boldly approached him and climbed on top of him.
Noah, whose alcohol had vanished in an instant, sat up halfway without realizing it.
Olivia gently placed her palm on his stomach and leaned in. Her black hair cascaded down around Noah like a waterfall.
A dizzying, brain-shaking scent pierced the tip of his nose, and at the same time, soft, warm lips settled on his.
Noah froze in his half-raised position.
It wasn't just his brain that was paralyzed.
Olivia, who boldly kissed the Prince on the lips, didn't know what to do next.
Olivia, who had been tightly shutting her eyes, slowly sat up and exhaled the breath she had been holding. The moment she opened her eyes, gasping for breath, she froze.
His wild green eyes were boiling red like molten iron. Captivated by his red gaze, she couldn't move, but he muttered softly.
“It makes people go crazy.”
Olivia's heart dropped to her feet at the sharp, sharp voice. Her eyes widened like lanterns, and she jumped back in surprise.
"Sorry!"
But at that moment, Noah grabbed Olivia's arm as she fled, pulling her upright. Olivia, who had unconsciously closed her eyes, suddenly opened them at the sensation of a soft, fluffy surface behind her.
“...!”
Before she knew it, the locations had been reversed.
Olivia gasped as she looked at Noah, who was looking down at her with shadowy eyes. His tall, imposing silhouette, backlit by the light, seemed as vast as a mountain range.
“Your Highness...”
“Noah.”
"Yes?"
Noah straightened his back as he looked at Olivia, who had turned pale.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. So there’s no need to be nervous.”
“I, I’m going to turn around...”
“I’m still going crazy.”
“...”
Noah slowly ran his fingers down the black waterfall scattered across the white pillowcase. Then, like a lion about to devour its prey, he lowered his body lithely.
Noah was parched with thirst. He hovered near the red lips that smelled of fragrant wine and commanded.
“Call me Noah.”
Olivia felt nauseous as the hot sensation tickled the corners of her lips, making her feel tipsy.
When she couldn't bring herself to call out that name and let out a huff, Noah, who had been swallowing her breath sweetly, lowered his head a little more and whispered.
“Noah.”
A name flowed from between Olivia's parted lips.
As if by order.
Or like a glass of wine.
Olivia closed her eyes and carefully pronounced the wonderful words she had been repeating to herself.
“...Noah.”
And at that whisper, Noah collapsed.
As the scene he had only dreamed of became reality, a long-standing thirst arose terribly.
He poured over Olivia like a beast trying to quench its hunger.
That night.
Herrington College's top graduates have taken action.
Also, the practice and application of royal flowers.
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