That Lady’s Stalker - Chapter 36
Being in such a cramped space with her alone—how could this be happening? I squeezed my eyes shut. This situation wasn’t right. She was testing me again.
“Look at me. Didn’t you want to see me?”
Olivia’s hand touched my face, and I could feel her breath so close to mine.
“Are you not going to answer?”
Her thumb gently traced the inside of my wrist. Her hand moved upward, slowly guiding my arm as she eventually wrapped her arms around my neck. Her curved body pressed against mine.
“Ha…”
With every heavy breath I took, her warm chest pressed down on me. My eyes went open. Her beautiful face was inches from mine. A mixture of excitement and fear overwhelmed me.
“Please don’t do this. This isn’t right. My…!”
Fear surged, pushing me to stop her, but it was useless. Her soft lips met mine. Her heated tongue pushed through the gap between our parted lips. My head spun. I couldn’t tell if this was real.
The red glow of the setting sun, as red as Olivia’s hair, bathed the surroundings. The surreal landscape, coupled with this moment, made my body feel light, like I wasn’t even grounded in reality.
Her tongue explored my mouth. It felt like a dream. It had to be a dream. I must have been so lost in my fantasies that I was seeing things.
“Mm…”
I had been denying reality, but at the soft sound of her moan, I came to my senses. We were connected—not just with our lips, but with our bodies as well.
She pressed her tongue deeper into mine. The heat that had already burned through me flared up even more, threatening to consume me. I could feel myself burning, as though I might turn to ash.
I pulled her closer, my arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Whether it was from shock or the air being thick around us, she opened her eyes. Her eyes, like a summer sky, stared at me.
Ah, I felt like I was falling. How could she be so beautiful? Why was her tongue so soft? I couldn’t believe she was really the same person as me. I invaded her, exploring with my tongue as I traced every corner of her mouth.
My lower body, which had been twitching for a while, started to react more. Just when I couldn’t hold back any longer, trying to pull her closer…
“Oh, Olivia!”
She suddenly grabbed my butt. And not just that—she squeezed it. Why, why was she doing that? I was caught off guard by her boldness.
“Call me Liv. It’s my nickname.”
Did she not notice the stunned look on my face? Olivia spoke with a teasing voice, almost coaxing me.
“I-I can’t believe I’m using your nickname…”
I liked it. She had allowed me to use her nickname! Despite the heat that consumed my body, a pure joy burst from me. But how could someone like me say it? Despite my happiness, I couldn’t give her what she wanted.
How could I even dare…
“We’re going to get closer now, aren’t we?”
Olivia smiled at me. Her eyes, half-closed, seemed as heated as my own, bathed in the red glow of the setting sun.
“I love this time of day. When the darkness swallows the sun, it feels surreal.”
Ah…
“It feels like a dream, being here with you.”
Ah, Olivia.
Before I realized it, I was standing in front of the bed. She pushed me gently, and I fell backward. I wanted to embrace her entirely, but once again, my father’s voice echoed in my head, forcing me to stop her.
“Why?”
Please, don’t be upset. This is for you. Just seeing you makes me happy. That’s enough for me. It has to be enough.
“Lies.”
She was right. It was a lie. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to bury myself in her arms, cast off the filth that weighed me down, and be with her.
“You stood there looking at my body by the lake.”
“…!”
“Just like now.”
Ah, Olivia. Please…
She had me completely under her control. I was utterly captivated by her. She pressed herself against me, her center rubbing against my hardened length.
My father’s voice grew faint. The thunderous echo in my mind was losing its power.
“Ah… Ugh! If you keep this up, I—I…”
I would forget everything. My black hair, my filth, my curse—all of it would fade away. But what if I forgot too much? What if I lost control and destroyed her in the process?
Even those fears began to dissolve. She moved atop me, her body pleading for release, her movements full of desire.
Looking at her, I finally forgot everything. My mind was filled entirely with Olivia. There was no room for anything else.
I lost all sense of reason and lunged for her. The dress that clung to her body got in the way, so I tore it apart, revealing her pale skin. Just as I had imagined, she was soft. I couldn’t pull my lips away.
Her trembling chest beckoned me.
I took the taut, rosy peak into my mouth. It was sweeter than anything I had ever tasted. I savored her deeply before seeking her lips again. Her moans, sensual and soft, spilled into my mouth.
I grasped her full chest, kneading and exploring. The sensation—soft and pliant—was addictive. I couldn’t let go. As I indulged in her, a ripping sound echoed; buttons scattered across the floor.
“Olivia!”
She wasn’t idle, of course. Olivia touched me, unbothered by the scars that marred my body. Despite how grotesque they must have seemed, she didn’t hesitate.
