Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Witch of Fate’s Great Call - Chapter 37
Kalynia couldn’t deny it and reached back to grab his head.
His crude words startled her, and his comment about her body was utterly shameful.
“Your body feels like it’s trying to melt my desire. It’s so hot.”
Yet, strangely, a tingling sensation climbed up her spine, and she enjoyed it.
Was she the type of person who got excited from hearing such embarrassing talk?
It was a part of herself she had never considered before.
“Move… please, move.”
Asking him to do it first made her heart pound.
Her heartbeat raced even faster than when she had thanked him with a kiss.
“Stir inside me. Make me feel good.”
Words were fascinating.
Once they were spoken, more flowed out smoothly.
Kalynia looked over her shoulder, panting as she met his intense gaze.
Seeing his fiery eyes made her body feel like it was burning up.
Vylon grabbed her waist and began to thrust.
Thud, thwack!
The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the tent.
“Ahh, haa, haa!”
“Shh. Kalynia, they can hear you outside.”
As Kalynia’s moans grew louder, Vylon spoke up.
But what use was it to stifle her moans?
The loud, rhythmic slapping was already echoing even louder than her voice.
Yet Kalynia was too overwhelmed by his thrusts to think rationally about it.
“Uh… huh… mmm…”
She bit her lip, trying to muffle her voice as much as possible so those outside wouldn’t hear her.
Vylon found her efforts adorable, following his words with such care.
The more she showed her cute side, the more he wanted to be kind to her.
Yet at the same time, he was captivated by the urge to tease her.
Even though she had begged him to enter, he hadn’t been upset when she teased him, leaving him eager.
Seeing her smirk didn’t annoy him. Rather, he felt loved.
After all, wasn’t she irresistibly cute, standing there all pleased with herself?
He wanted to satisfy her as much as she wanted, lifting her up and making her happy.
At least, that was how he felt.
But on the other hand, a part of him wanted to make her flustered and embarrassed.
That side of him longed to see Kalynia caught off guard, flushed.
“Kalynia, maybe try to quiet the sound of your body as it… indulges in me?”
“H-How am I supposed to do that? You’re the one making this happen!”
Kalynia glared at him, retorting with feigned innocence.
At a glance, she seemed annoyed, but Vylon noticed something.
The fact that she was shivering while saying those words, which she herself had described as vulgar.
The way she clenched down below only confirmed it.
He wanted her to be happy, but he also loved that she liked to challenge him.
They seemed like opposing desires, yet somehow, they worked together.
Vylon smiled, placing one hand over hers, which was gripping the table, while the other hand pressed down on her belly.
This was another thing she claimed to dislike but secretly enjoyed.
“Ahhn, hnngh… don’t, don’t press there.”
“But, Kalynia, don’t you enjoy this?”
Smiling knowingly, Vylon rubbed his lips against her cheek.
He was thrusting into her, caressing her body with his hand, and kissing her.
It felt like he was doing everything he could, yet he still wanted more.
He wanted to feel her deeper, to find a way to express this overflowing love even more.
If only he could swallow her up from head to toe.
But such impossible thoughts only frustrated him further.
He was about to nibble on her neck when Kalynia turned to face him.
“Vylon, just… urrp…”
The familiar expression and sound.
It was like the one she made when suppressing nausea.
He’d never imagined he’d see such a look from Kalynia.
The moment he saw it, the blood drained from his face.
“Hold on… I think I might be sick.”
Kalynia’s confirmation struck him like a blow.
But why? Wasn’t she immune to Grimdelwald’s curse because she was a witch?
Vylon’s lips parted as he stumbled backward.
As his member slipped out from inside her, a trickle of fluid dripped down.
“Vylon?”
Kalynia called his name. Her face tilted in confusion, but Vylon’s vision was filled with overlapping images of her face.
Could it be? Had he loved her so much that, despite her being a witch, the curse had taken effect?
It felt like the ground had crumbled beneath him.
He had just thought he’d finally found love, had let himself feel safe.
But it seemed that a wicked curse had struck him when he was least expecting it.
In his despair, he imagined the wicked witch laughing at him mockingly.
Grimdelwald had died before he was even born, so he’d never heard her voice, but he could almost hear her now, sneering in his ears.
