Portrait of An Arrogant Master - Chapter 47
His soft lips enveloped hers tenderly, and the hand that had been holding her chin slid to the back of her neck. As he gently rubbed her nape, the tension in her body began to melt away. His smooth tongue teased her lower lip, pulling it in a lingering, seductive way.
Goosebumps prickled across her skin as the fine hairs stood on end.
“Hu….”
What was happening? Why did her lips make such a wet, sticky sound? When she had kissed him, it hadn’t felt this intense. Blindfolded, her hearing had sharpened, making the wet, squelching noises seem magnified.
The delicate friction of their mingling mucous membranes made her toes curl and her insides twist. Her mind went blank.
Her mouth hung open awkwardly as his moist flesh slipped past her teeth. The sensation of his slick tongue caressing hers was overwhelming, the same hard presence that had startled her into retreating when Macy had secretly explored Eren’s lips before.
“Macy.”
“Y-yes, Eren?”
“You need to open wider for it to go in properly.”
His thick thumb invaded her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, making her mouth open wider as saliva pooled inside.
“Mmm…”
“That’s right, open up more.”
He kissed her again, his thumb still pressing inside. His tongue coiled around hers like a snake, pulling and sucking forcefully. The sound was intense, like a child sucking on their mother’s b****t. The powerful suction made her tongue and throat ache, causing her to moan involuntarily.
As Eren explored deeper, her breathing became erratic. Her entire mouth was conquered by Eren. Her body trembled. Her mind felt like it was on fire from the overwhelming heat.
Thin, breathless moans slipped from her throat. She wanted to close her mouth, but she feared biting his tongue, leaving her helpless and on the verge of madness.
* * *
It had always been on his mind, even before the name treatment began, long before.
At first, it wasn’t this intense. He could go without seeing her for a while without feeling anxious. He was mildly curious if she was still around but didn’t dwell on it.
But recently? Even telling himself she was just a treatment partner didn’t help. He needed to know her every move to feel at ease. Whether she was mocked or scorned by others, he wanted her within his grasp.
He wondered if the name’s influence caused such possessiveness, so he didn’t dwell on it too much.
‘But now, to be driven to this madness…’
Macy didn’t know men. But her curiosity was boundless.
If he didn’t accept her advances, who knows where she might try this next. Other boys her age would likely have been panting and eager to take advantage.
The thought of it made him intensely uncomfortable. He wanted to use this opportunity to ensure she wouldn’t try anything foolish outside.
“Hah, huff, huh…”
As expected, Macy’s kissing skills were terrible, and she was barely able to breathe, struggling to keep up. Her body, stiff with tension, trembled delicately, unable to even swallow her own saliva, leaving her lips wet and messy.
“Breathe. Slowly. That’s it.”
Yet Rubens had no desire to stop this activity.
The kiss felt addictive, maybe due to her soft, tender skin. The sensation of their skin rubbing and pressing against each other was intoxicating. It felt less like he was leading and more like he was being pulled into it.
He continued the deep, lingering kiss for a long time, so much that it almost felt like torment. Despite Macy’s visible struggle, she didn’t ask him to stop, which irritated him in an odd way.
‘Who else is she planning to show this side of herself to, so recklessly?’
When he sucked on her lips, she whimpered like a puppy, and when he brushed against the roof of her mouth, she let out a moist moan. The way she gasped in surprise at her own reaction made him chuckle softly.
With a sudden movement, he laid Macy on the bed. As he pulled back, a thin string of saliva stretched between their lips.
Her lips were swollen and glistening, looking incredibly provocative. His gaze traveled from her red lips, down her neck and collarbone, to her chest, which rose and fell quickly.
Every time she felt embarrassed, her neck flushed red, and he imagined that her reaction would be even more pronounced if he touched her directly.
Even under the pale moonlight, she was entirely flushed, making him feel inexplicably thirsty. He felt an intense urge to pull down her white muslin dress and confirm the redness of her skin.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pang in his stomach and looked down. His pants were straining, the bulge about to burst.
Seeing her partially exposed chest for the first time had made him painfully aroused; to say he hadn’t expected this outcome would be a lie.
Both then and now, he couldn’t believe he was so aroused by such a young girl. It was absurd to think that such a base desire, which he had locked away deep inside long ago, was reawakened by this girl. Why?
“Eren… are you still there?”
Macy’s voice trembled with uncertainty. She reached out into the empty space, clearly anxious because Rubens had been silent and motionless for a long time. Sitting upright, Rube’s body was out of her reach.
‘What should I do with her?’
Despite her struggle, she didn’t seem truly frightened. If he stopped now, she might just find another boy to kiss indiscriminately.
