An Early Engagement - Chapter 32
The side of the bed where Damian sat sank deeply. At the same time, Damian moved closer to Shirley.
“Something fun…?”
Damian’s face, silhouetted against the moonlight, was cast in deep shadows. Even in the darkness, his sharp features gave off an unusual aura.
When did he get so big?
She already knew he had grown much taller and broader than her, but perhaps it was the dim light of the moon in the darkness—everything about him seemed different.
“Yeah, something fun.”
*Creak.*
Damian leaned in closer as he spoke. Was it her imagination, or was there a heated undertone in his voice?
“What is it?”
*Thud, thud.*
Shirley felt her entire body tremble as her heartbeat quickened without her realizing it.
It felt like her heart might leap out of her chest. She didn’t know why she felt this way. It was just an instinctive reaction she couldn’t quite understand.
“You’ll like it too, I’m sure.”
The hand that had been resting on her cheek began to gently stroke her earlobe.
“Mmm…”
Shirley shivered at the ticklish sensation.
“You know it tickles.”
Shirley turned her head to the side as if to tell him to stop, but his hand stubbornly followed, teasing her earlobe even more persistently.
It didn’t stop.
Why was he doing this when he knew her ears were particularly sensitive? But she didn’t dislike Damian’s touch.
It tickled and felt overly sensitive, but it also made her feel like a cat being petted by its owner.
“You don’t like being touched here?”
“It’s not that…”
Shirley hesitated to answer directly. She had already hurt Damian enough with her earlier comments about whether they could really become a couple.
If she said she didn’t like this too… No, she didn’t dislike it. It was just a little ticklish, and it made her feel strange…
As she hesitated, Damian stopped playing with her ear. Shirley, feeling an inexplicable sense of regret, unconsciously licked her lips. For some reason, her mouth felt dry, and she was restless.
“Then how about this?”
Before she could even think about what he meant, Damian leaned in closer. Something wet touched the edge of her ear.
“Damian…!”
A thick, moist tongue began to lick at her earlobe, like a cat or a dog might.
But it was clearly different.
“Ah, mmm…”
Shirley twisted her body at the unfamiliar sensation, but Damian’s arm wrapped around her like a vine. Her slender waist was caught, leaving her no choice but to surrender her ear to him.
The sound of wet sucking filled her ear as if he were savoring a piece of candy.
“Da-Damian.”
The way he nibbled and chewed sent a sharp sensation shooting through her.
Suddenly, she felt the weight pressing down on her grow heavier.
While her attention was focused on her ear, Damian’s body had pinned her down, trapping her. His leg slid between hers.
The weight pressing down on her from above was so hot it felt like she might melt.
It was a completely different temperature from his hand.
Was Damian’s body always this hot? Maybe it was because it was summer. Or was it because she was the one who was hot? Shirley couldn’t think straight.
The lewd, wet sounds continued to echo in her ear, and Damian’s leg, wedged between hers, rubbed against her with increasing pressure.
“Shirley.”
His heated breath brushed against her.
“Damian, you, you…”
Lost in the relentless caresses, she had ended up in this position without realizing it. It wasn’t just her ear being sucked—their bodies were completely pressed together, her nightgown hiked up to reveal her legs, and Damian’s leg between hers with clear intent.
“Don’t tell me…”
“……”
At Shirley’s flustered reaction, the sucking on her ear stopped. Damian lifted his head and stared directly into her eyes.
The close distance, the reflection of herself in his dark eyes—she looked utterly indecent.
Shirley, snapping back to her senses, pushed Damian away with force.
“No, you can’t.”
But Damian didn’t budge. Instead, he pressed his body even closer, pushing further between her legs.
“……”
The distinct sensation that followed made Shirley’s expression freeze.
“What are you… trying to do?”
Her thin dress had ridden up over her knees, revealing her legs.
The hand that slid down her thigh pushed the hem of her dress up even further.
The hand moving along her pale legs under the moonlight was dangerously close.
“Wouldn’t you know if you tried it once?”
“What?”
“Whether we can become a couple or not.”
“You… don’t tell me…”
It felt like cold water had been poured over her, snapping her back to reality.
“Did you hear me?”
“Hear what?”
Damian’s expression was calm. No, he was pretending to be calm. It was like fire trapped in ice.
“Huh? Shirley. How about it?”
The hand that slid down her thigh was bold, far too bold for someone asking for permission. The touch that brushed over her soft, tender skin wasn’t entirely gentle.
Perhaps it was because he never neglected his swordsmanship training. The calluses from gripping a sword made the sensation even more vivid as they grazed her delicate skin.
“Answer me.”
The hand that had pushed up her dress now gently caressed her hip. He played with her body, which kept squirming, as if teasing her, while asking for her consent.
But the situation had already progressed regardless of her answer. The permission he sought was merely a formality.
He had already trapped her in his snare and was now seeking her response.
“Shirley…”
It wasn’t funny how shamelessly the hunter was pleading. Burying his face in the nape of her neck, Damian rubbed his body against hers.
“Ah…”
Something hot, heavy, and large pressed against her core, stimulating her. Her insides tightened, and a deep itch began to grow.
