Bridal Lessons - Chapter 21
He wondered what Rosen’s reaction would be if she found out that it wasn’t a maid who bathed and changed her clothes last night. Ah, perhaps he should have stripped her completely.
“If I had, you wouldn’t be wearing that nightgown right now, Rosen.”
Seeing her eyes widen and her small hands hurriedly clutch the front of her nightgown at his comment, he couldn’t help but find her endearing. Rosen was truly perfect for his taste. Perhaps it was because he had raised her himself, but he felt that she would have suited him regardless of when they met.
“I understand that you’re angry with me, Brother. But treating me like this is too much!”
Despite shrinking under his intense gaze, Rosen protested firmly, her small voice full of injustice.
“I… I’m all grown up now.”
“Rosie, do you really think so?”
“…”
“If you’re grown up, you should take full responsibility for your actions like an adult. Do you think you can just run away like this?”
Iscarion spoke calmly and suddenly stepped forward. His strong fingers grasped Rosen’s chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Ow, B-Brother… it hurts…”
“I should have raised you more strictly from the start. I’ve been too indulgent, haven’t I?”
He sighed deeply.
“Uh…”
“Perhaps it’s time to teach you some manners.”
Fwip—
In the next moment, his hand grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up without giving her any time to react. The thin fabric was lifted to her waist, revealing her tightly clenched pale thighs and the soft triangle of fine pubic hair. Rosen instinctively looked down at herself but was too stunned to believe what she was seeing.
“You really have grown up.”
“Ah, what… h-how…!”
“Judging by how much hair you’ve got down your crotch.”
His casual remark as he glanced between her legs made Rosen’s face flush bright red. Not only had she exposed herself in front of him, someone she had considered almost like a brother, but now he was commenting on her private parts with an explicit word she had never heard from him before.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. In a daze, she tried to pull her skirt back down, but Iscarion didn’t let her.
“Look up.”
Meeting his haughty gaze as he tilted her chin up, she opened her mouth to protest but was silenced before she could say a word.
“…Mmph!”
His sculpted nose pressed deeply against her cheek, and his hot tongue brushed her lower lip before slipping between her lips. The sudden invasion made her delicate back tremble and her body stiffen.
His tongue explored the intimate space inside her mouth, moving roughly between her soft inner cheeks. He ran his tongue over her neat, small teeth and then seized her tongue, pulling it forcefully. The warm breath that sucked up all her saliva made it hard to breathe as the intense pressure felt like it would rip her tongue out.
“Mmh.”
“Ugh, mmph, huff!”
This was Rosen’s first kiss.
Although she had occasionally imagined it while blushing alone, she never thought it would happen like this. With her skirt flipped up, her bare lower parts shamefully exposed, she was being held and kissed deeply by the man who had been her kind brother until yesterday.
Rosen’s thin limbs flailed as she was pressed against his firm chest, her soft brxxsts crushed painfully. Her hardened nxxples rubbed against him, causing her sharp pain. A strange, hot sensation spread throughout her body, heating her already muddled mind.
“…Brother! I can’t… breathe… mmph!”
Feeling like she was suffocating, Rosen pounded her fists against his hard muscles. He didn’t budge until her small hands struggled to push against his broad chest, finally letting her go reluctantly. Even then, he bit her swollen lower lip lightly before pulling away.
Gasping for breath, Rosen hastily pulled her skirt down, her breathing heavy. She was terrified by this unfamiliar, fierce side of him.
The blatant lust in his dark gaze filled her with instinctive fear. He didn’t seem like the kind, gentle person she knew. Wanting to question him, she was afraid of what might happen if she did. Her lower lip, where he had bitten, burned painfully as if it had been scorched.
“My lip, it’s bleeding…”
“There’s no blood. Stop whining.”
“Haa, mmh!”
Dismissing her plea, he gave her a brief moment to catch her breath before pressing his lips against hers again. His hot tongue invaded her mouth, making her squirm like a pinned butterfly as his large hand slowly caressed her slender back.
