I Give Up on the BL Novel's Male Leads - Chapter 69
When Illein came to her senses, Edwin’s large hands were lifting her onto the sofa. She noted the gloves he wore felt incredibly soft.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, or because this situation felt unreal, she wasn’t as frightened as she might have expected. Maybe it was the slight bond they had formed over time that made her naively hope he wouldn’t harm her.
“Why aren’t you scared? You used to be scared of this kind of thing.”
“Edwin, you look really handsome today.”
Illein said this as she looked up at him. Edwin’s eyes widened—perhaps surprised by her words and his expression softened.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me why. It might make me feel a bit better.”
She fidgeted as he held her wrists. He then let go of her hands.
Illein, half-thinking this might be a dream but also feeling the need to grasp Edwin’s hands to stabilize him through the control device, reached out first.
“…?”
She quickly took his hands in hers, recalling how he had once clasped her hands tightly.
“We’re holding hands.”
“I see.”
“Do you feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Then I feel good too.”
Illein said this and looked up at him. She leaned slightly because his knee was on the sofa, making his body tilt a bit.
Yet, his smile seemed softer than before, and she smiled back gently.
“What if I saw you like this with another man?”
“What do you mean by ‘like this’?”
He scanned her appearance, then smiled seductively.
“You start.”
“I will.”
She thought this must be a dream. As she laid back on the sofa, her dizziness worsened.
The room seemed to spin faster, making her feel as though she was tied to a rotating disc.
“You look too beautiful.”
“Heh…”
“And the suit looks great.”
“…”
“Your hands are big, too. But they’re too heavy. It’s suffocating.”
As she spoke, he withdrew slightly, as if listening to her words.
“Now it’s Edwin’s turn.”
“You’re still the same. You drive people crazy without realizing it. I feel like breaking your legs again and locking you in a cage.”
“A cage would be too small.”
“Would a large room satisfy you?”
“Will you visit me every day there?”
“Of course.”
He said this and moved closer to her. She didn’t resist his approach, instead looking at him intently.
“It wouldn’t feel like being trapped.”
“You want to be punished?”
“I haven’t done anything wrong. Why should I be punished?”
“Why not? You were just too close to that guy. You made me angry, that’s bad enough.”
She couldn’t even think. But she couldn’t ignore the anger emanating from the imposing man before her.
“Can’t you just forgive me?”
“How?”
She let go of his hand. She remembered how good it felt when he previously stroked her hair and she reached out to caress his hair.
However, he stepped back, and her hand touched his cheek instead.
“Like this.”
He sneered at her action but leaned his face into her palm.
Then kissed it.
“Ah!”
She shivered at the ticklish sensation on her palm. As he started to bite, her breath became erratic.
“You liked it when I bit your hand.”
“It seems so.”
“And you always closed your eyes when we kissed.”
“I haven’t actually kissed before.”
“Unlikely.”
He said this while biting her palm. He then playfully nibbled without really biting.
She impulsively moved her fingers towards his soft lips.
His brief look of surprise softened into a seductive gaze.
She was startled by his action of biting her fingers playfully yet found the sensation strangely pleasurable.
“Your expression is rather dirty.”
She blurted out the thought without filtering it.
Her reasoning was clouded to the point where she could not judge or reject the situation.
Perhaps, she was having this oddly sensual dream about Edwin because she was now an adult and had been initially struck by his beauty when they first met.
Moreover, she might have felt relieved knowing he likes men instead.
In any aspect, this was an absurd dream.
The Edwin she knew strictly likes men.
Right now, she was in her female form, and Edwin’s preference was for the male Illein, not Illenas.
“Ah…”
The tickling sensation as he twined her fingers was intriguing.
It felt as if the tickle traveled up her fingertips to her heart, like swallowing a feather that was continuously teasing her. The soft texture and the peculiar dampness added to the sensation.
Despite wondering what kind of situation this was, she didn’t resist. Perhaps because she didn’t entirely hate it.
