An Early Engagement - Chapter 33
Her vision blurred, and she felt suffocated from the heat spreading through her body.
“Just nod your head.”
Damian seemed to notice her body’s reaction and let out a low laugh.
“I’ll take care of everything.”
Take care of what? The sensation of something rubbing deeply against her most sensitive area made Shirley’s body twist again.
Damian, who had been biting and licking her neck, moved his lips downward, burying his face between her b*****s.
Only then did Shirley remember that she had thrown off her underwear earlier, complaining about the heat and discomfort.
“…You’re not wearing anything, Shirley.”
His amused smile made her feel like she might die of embarrassment.
She wasn’t wearing any undergarments, not even a corset.
*Rip.*
The thin fabric tore away, revealing her pale skin in an instant. With newfound freedom, Damian’s hands slipped into the gaps of her clothes and boldly stripped her.
“No, don’t…”
She tried to cross her arms to cover herself, but they were pulled apart and held open.
“Let me see, that beautiful thing.”
Shirley trembled helplessly, her hands captured.
“No, no…”
His gaze, like a predator eyeing its prey, thoroughly scanned her body. With each heavy breath, the rise and fall of her chest became more pronounced. The hardened peaks of her n*****s were clearly visible, making Shirley’s face burn red.
“You’re excited too, Shirley.”
“Don’t look, Damian. Please…”
But her arms, the only means of resistance, were firmly held by Damian.
“You’re so beautiful like this, why…”
“Are you really… going to do it?”
“You don’t want to?”
His voice sounded like a puppy drenched in rain. At the same time, the lips that had been pressing against her soft skin pulled away.
“We need to find out if we can really become a couple, Shirley.” He coaxed her again in a sweet voice. It felt like making a deal with the devil.
“I, I…”
“Or am I so… unappealing that you don’t even feel that way?”
The omitted words made Shirley’s eyes widen. Damian, who was now asking for her permission above her, clearly looked dejected, as if he had already been hurt enough.
Moreover, if Damian had really overheard her conversation with Melissa…
It wouldn’t be an ordinary kind of hurt.
“Because Damian likes you, you act out all the time. No matter what you do, Damian would probably say it’s fine. So what are you worried about? Do you think Damian would break off the engagement just because you flirted with another guy?”
Melissa’s cold, blunt words came to mind. They were true. Damian, who was always soft and kind to her. No matter what she did, he would say it was okay, that he only liked her.
Guilt washed over her for taking Damian’s trust for granted and acting carelessly.
“After all, I’m not the one, am I?”
“……”
“I don’t seem like a man to you, do I, Shirley?” Damian smiled bitterly and slowly released Shirley’s hands.
“Alright.”
The weight that had been pressing down on her disappeared in an instant. As if it were the most natural thing, a strange emptiness washed over her.
“Goodnight, Shirley.”
As if the intense closeness from moments ago had been a dream, Damian spoke with a cold, detached expression. He then moved to get up, bracing himself on the edge of the bed.
“W-wait.”
Shirley quickly sat up and grabbed his sleeve.
“……”
With her clothes still disheveled, her chest spilled forward as she moved.
Damian stared, and Shirley, flustered, covered herself with one hand while still holding onto his sleeve with the other.
“It’s okay.”
A flurry of soft kisses rained over her parted lips. Shirley, relying on the unfamiliar sensation, gripped Damian’s shoulders to steady herself.
“Ah…”
“Shirley.”
“……”
With their foreheads pressed together, Damian slowly called her name.
“I would never hurt you.”
Her green eyes, still clouded with anxiety and fear, wavered.
“Trust me.”
Damian whispered, brushing a short kiss over her petal-red lips.
“Right?”
His voice, urging for an answer, was gentle but firm. It was clear he wouldn’t leave until he got a response.
At these lips, Shirley’s lips met softly, and a small sound escaped.
“Trus…t…”
“….”
Perhaps pleased with her answer, Damian’s lips curled into a lingering smile.
“I trust you, …”
The moment her lips parted, Damian’s tongue plunged in without hesitation.
In an instant, their locked lips intertwined as their tongues tangled. Shirley was merely caught up, busy following along.
Her head spun, leaving her dizzy. It wasn’t the first time she had kissed Damian, but this was…
It brought to mind that night at the ball—the memory of that night filled with fear and trembling.
Tilting his head as he delved in earnestly, Damian seized Shirley’s tongue as if he were sucking on candy, refusing to let go.
Pushed to the point of not knowing how or where to breathe, Shirley shook her head, and for a brief moment, a gap opened.
“Huh, aaah…”
The breath she’d barely managed to exhale was quickly swallowed up again. Kissing is supposed to be an act shared by both—
Does Damian have gills, perhaps?
He showed not the slightest sign of strain; it was only Shirley, clinging to his shoulder and gasping, who appeared absurd.
Their lips parted once more. Not missing the opportunity, she inhaled deeply.
Finding that sight rather endearing, Damian caressed Shirley’s lips with his finger before moving his lips further downward.
“Huh…!”
Just as he had savored earlier, Damian moved his lips onto the pale mound and began to suck on it unabashedly.
The sensation of her tender flesh being sucked and gently chewed made Shirley’s body writhe in every direction.
The lewd sound of Damian sucking on her reddened, raised n****e echoed lasciviously throughout the room.
The more the sharp, tingling sensation persisted, the more Shirley felt compelled to draw her legs together. Yet, blocked by Damian’s solid body, she could neither move one way nor the other.
