Breeding Season - Chapter 48
That sounded ominous.
She glanced at him warily, only for him to press his lips to the curve of her chest—then bite down.
“You do it this time. First.”
“F-First, you mean…?”
“Like I do. Just like this.”
The spot where his lips had been was now stained red.
Her dress already revealed too much of her chest—what was she supposed to do now?
That thought only flashed through her mind for an instant before vanishing completely.
Because Yasamin had already pulled down the fabric and captured her peak between his lips, teasing it with gentle nips before sucking softly, sending jolts of sensation through her.
She trembled violently, gripping his broad shoulders as she let out a startled whimper. Her mind quickly turned hazy. The pleasure he gave her was like waves crashing onto the shore, leaving her helplessly drenched in their wake.
Drenched, with nowhere to escape.
She was swallowed whole by the pleasure, left lightheaded and dizzy.
Like the little mermaid who had been enchanted by the lights and music of the human world, longing for the unknown—
She too was being pulled into a dreamlike world. And it was Yasamin who had drawn her into it.
“Come now. Leave your mark here.”
The only difference from the fairy tale was that he was no prince. And she was no princess.
Yasamin tugged his collar down in a tantalizing manner, revealing his bare skin.
Panting, she lowered her head and bit down.
“……!”
But her teeth wouldn’t sink in.
She hadn’t expected this, so she tried biting down again in surprise, but his chest, packed with muscle, seemed to simply repel the Siren’s teeth.
“Pfft.”
“……”
“Ah, I didn’t mean to laugh, but you’re just too cute.”
“……I’m not doing it anymore.”
“Are you sulking?”
That’s not it…!
Once again, he was making her feel choked up.
And yet he had the audacity to sit there with that shameless expression, observing and enjoying her reaction—what a terrible habit. He was downright wicked.
Huffing to herself, she eventually deflated.
It’s nothing to be upset about, so why am I acting like this?
This was all…
“It’s my fault.”
“……!”
“You really believe that, don’t you? That guilty look says it all.”
Yasamin’s green eyes gleamed with cruelty.
His eyes were not the color of fresh greenery. They were the hue of poison, the gaze of a serpent.
Entwined in his grasp, she was nothing more than prey before a predator.
Siren hesitated, but in the end, she swallowed her words, suppressing them deep inside.
“Sei.”
“……Yes.”
“In moments like this, it’s simple. Just say, I hate you.”
Still grinning, he swept her hair behind her ear.
As if treating her gently now would suddenly make her forgive him… And sadly, he was right.
Her lips jutted out in a small pout, and Yasamin pressed a few playful kisses against them.
“I guess leaving a kiss mark is out of the question. A rabbit that can’t even use its teeth.”
“It’s only because your chest muscles are too hard.”
“Oh? So now you’re blaming me?”
As he raised an eyebrow, Siren lowered her gaze.
A spark of irritation flared within her.
She wanted to tease this infuriatingly composed man for once.
She wanted to see his face flush with heat, to watch him unravel, to see him stained with the same shade of desire that always left her flustered and trembling.
It wasn’t that she hated always being the one to react this way—it just felt… unfair.
Maybe this stubborn urge, this need to shake him for once, was a kind of pride she hadn’t even realized she had.
“What? Do you have a complaint?”
“No.”
Her grumbling answer made him chuckle, the sound rumbling in his throat.
And of course, looking as striking as he did, it made her stare, as if entranced.
Scowling at him for no reason, Siren suddenly glanced downward—at what she was sitting on.
A faint memory of crude knowledge surfaced in her mind.
“Men absolutely lose their minds when you touch them down there. If you wrap your hand around their p***s and stroke it fast, then suck it with your mouth? They’ll do whatever you want. Just the other day, Lord Morden was about to die from it—”
Naturally, that had been Angelique, drunkenly babbling nonsense.
At the time, she had only wished Angelique would shut up and leave.
But now, she almost felt grateful.
Because now… she knew exactly how to tease him back.
Before her resolve wavered, before her courage faltered, Siren let her hand slip downward.
The hardness she had once mistaken for a club rested against his left thigh.
She grasped it hesitantly, giving it a slow squeeze—and immediately, a muscle in his jaw tightened.
Though he still wore that same easy smile, his breath was just slightly different.
Siren noticed. And it gave her confidence.
“What? Were you hoping I’d suck you off?”
“Well, I am the only one who ever does anything.”
“You think you can handle it? A noble princess sucking off a lowborn’s c**k?”
