From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 15
“…Hmph.”
The hand that had been caressing Arzeletta’s chin slid down her neck. Exion’s fingertips, brushing past her white, elegant neckline and deeply carved collarbones, touched her swollen b*****s.
Arzeletta’s arms, which had been covering her body, slowly relaxed. Exion’s fingertips moved as if tracing the curve of Arzeletta’s b*****s. When the man’s finger touched her n****e, sharply peaked like a blossoming flower, Arzeletta’s shoulders violently hitched.
“Ah…!”
“Still standing pointedly, aren’t they?”
Arzeletta’s face flushed crimson. Unable to push away the man’s hands, which were touching her body freely without permission, Arzeletta weakly recoiled.
“Lord Exion…”
“Did they get hard because that bastard touched you and you liked it? Hmm?”
Arzeletta shook her head vigorously. Her black hair swayed over her crimson cheeks. As she shook her head, the soft swell of her b*****s swayed with the motion. Her cute n*****s brushed coquettishly against Exion’s finger, which was lightly teasing their tips.
“No, it’s not… Absolutely not.” Arzeletta barely managed to reply. Exion’s red eyes were terrifying. She couldn’t tell what he wanted.
“Hmph!”
Exion’s hand, which had been fumbling at Arzeletta’s lower abdomen, slid directly between her tightly pressed legs. Her legs parted, as if losing strength from the unexpected intrusion.
“…Why are you so easy?”
Exion clicked his tongue, seeing how easily Arzeletta’s body gave way with just the touch of his finger.
Arzeletta’s eyes welled up again. It wasn’t her fault that her body lost strength at his touch. And it wasn’t her fault to feel fear at the commands of powerful men.
Her easy surrender was not due to pleasure, but to fear.
“Mmm…”
Arzeletta was a mess of disheveled hair, handprints, bite marks, sweat, and blood. There was nothing she could do to fix the disarray of her body, so Arzeletta just groaned and squirmed.
Exion looked down at the beautiful woman, struggling meekly at his fingertips.
She seemed like the weakest creature on earth. Arzeletta was more delicate than a fluttering butterfly, more fragile than a mayfly.
After all, neither butterflies nor mayflies would be threatened with a fairy hunt merely for offending someone’s sensibilities.
Exion’s red eyes scanned Arzeletta’s white body. Clear bite marks were visible on her clean skin. They belonged to the dead man.
He had always found that bastard annoying, but the impulse to finally cut off his neck was something he hadn’t known he possessed.
The moment he saw the uneven bite marks left on Arzeletta’s body, Exion was gripped by the urge to kill the dead man once more.
“……!”
At what followed, Arzeletta gasped.
The tip of the red-haired young master’s tongue was tracing the skin where the dead man’s bite marks remained.
Arzeletta looked down at Exion’s red hair with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
It was different from the rough touches just moments before.
It was an act she couldn’t tell if it was harassment or comfort.
Exion was kissing the wounds left on her body. His calloused fingertips, from gripping a sword, lightly tapped and fumbled over the bite marks etched into her skin, as if tickling them.
Arzeletta, who had never experienced such contact from others, especially from men who desired her, didn’t know what expression or reaction to show at this moment.
“……”
The wind blew.
For the first time, Arzeletta felt that it was a season of such gentle breezes, and that this lakeside, shunned by everyone, was such a quiet and peaceful place.
The bushes carried the fresh scent of grass and wild flowers.
White sunlight filtered through the branches, casting transparent patterns.
Contrary to rumors, the red-haired young master’s touch and tongue were warm and careful.
Arzeletta felt her heart warm slightly at Exion’s hot breath touching her body.
…She briefly, very briefly, imagined that lovers who shared their bodies with love might experience such contact every time.
But Arzeletta knew.
That even at this moment, there was nothing she could do.
