Saving My Childhood Friend Through... Questionable Means... - Chapter 11
The color drained completely from Seria’s small face. Are all men’s g******s supposed to look that intimidating? How is something that large supposed to fit between my legs? The thought alone made her lower body ache, her face turning pale as her violet eyes quivered violently, as if struck by an earthquake.
“Can I keep going?”
“Huh? Oh, uh… sure…”
At Lucas’s question, Seria barely managed to nod. She was terrified, but having come this far, she couldn’t back down now. The fact that he even paused to confirm her consent again spoke to his thoughtfulness.
Lucas’s gaze lingered on her fearful eyes for a moment before slowly lowering. His rough, calloused hand brushed over her smooth, flat stomach, then slid downward.
The heat of his touch made Seria’s heart pound so hard she thought it might burst. Even though she told herself this was to save her friend, the guilt of doing something so forbidden swirled in her mind. They weren’t lovers or a married couple—they were just friends. Wasn’t this something that should only happen between people in love?
‘It’s fine. There’s no one else who can do this. If I don’t, Lucas will succumb to the curse and lose his life.’
Despite her resolve, her thoughts were a chaotic mess. She had always wanted to repay the Loren duchy for taking her in and caring for her after her parents’ deaths, but she never imagined it would be like this.
While Seria’s mind spiraled, Lucas’s hands continued their insistent exploration. She knew he was trying to ensure it wouldn’t hurt, but the sensation was so unfamiliar that it left her feeling strange. Seeing Lucas, who had always been reserved and restrained, become so proactive was deeply unsettling.
Trying to avoid feeling anything, Seria lowered her gaze—and was met with the sight of her friend’s face, filled with unmistakable arousal. There was no turning back now. She had prepared for this moment as best as she could.
If there were consequences—if she bore Lucas’s child—it would be her way of paying back the family’s kindness, no matter how strange it seemed. She had even taken precautions, drinking contraceptive tea in advance. She also made sure the staff stayed far away from Lucas’s chambers to avoid any rumors.
Once everything was set, she had entered his bedroom, ready to sacrifice herself to save him.
But now, faced with the reality of it all, fear was unavoidable. This wasn’t s*x for pleasure—it was to save Lucas’s life. She had repeated that to herself countless times, but seeing his aroused state before her made her feel as though something was going terribly wrong.
If only he hadn’t discovered it was me… if only I had been more careful. Regret welled up inside her as she bit her lip. But it was too late now. All she could do was see this through until the incubus’s mark disappeared. Whatever came after—well, she’d figure it out somehow.
The moment Lucas realized who she was, it became clear they could never go back to being the same friends they were before.
Lost in thought, Seria was startled back to reality by the heat of his hand trailing down between her legs.
She hadn’t even realized when her underwear had been removed, but now there was nothing there. Lucas’s large, rough hand gently spread her thighs, revealing the part of her no one had ever seen.
The thin patch of hair neatly framed the split below, the entrance glistening with the clear fluid of her arousal from his earlier touch.
Lucas exhaled a heated breath, gripping her thighs and spreading them further apart, exposing her entirely. The tightly closed folds parted, revealing soft, pink flesh hidden inside. As he breathed heavily, Lucas finally spoke.
“Is this enough to make it easier?”
“…Huh?”
“I mean, do you think it won’t hurt? It’s your first time, so we should make sure it doesn’t hurt, right?”
Hearing his aroused voice, tinged with concern, Seria’s violet eyes widened in shock. Lucas’s deep, hushed tone, both caring and anxious, was a side of him she had never seen before.
It was strange, embarrassing, and somehow left a tickling sensation in her chest. Then she noticed his gaze, fixed intently between her legs. Flustered, she instinctively tried to close them, but his firm hands stopped her, gently holding them open again.
“Don’t… don’t look. It’s embarrassing.”
“Why? You saw mine. Besides… I have to look if I’m going to put it in.”
At his blunt response, Seria frowned. He wasn’t wrong, but did he really need to phrase it so explicitly? Looking at her friend, sitting between her bare legs without a stitch of clothing, left her feeling impossibly awkward.
