The Sub Male Lead is Burning with Jealousy - Chapter 7 Part 8

‘Just in case, I finished tomorrow’s tasks today, so I should be fine even if I push myself a bit.’

 

 

 

She sent Rahil away, even though he wanted to stay with her out of concern. If they kept looking at each other and got close before midnight, they wouldn’t be able to properly observe the artifact’s effects.

 

 

 

She needed to understand the symptoms clearly to explain them to Emilio later. Of course, she had no intention of explaining them herself because it was too embarrassing.

 

 

 

‘Should I have the mages wait in the next room just in case? But that’s too embarrassing… Besides, this artifact doesn’t seem to have any other purpose.’

 

 

 

Emilio and Arken insisted it was a magical artifact, but the high priest claimed it was a holy relic, blessed by the Earth Goddess.

 

 

 

Holy relics don’t harm their wearers, at least not those who haven’t committed sins against the gods.

 

 

 

Anais persuaded Rahil, who was contemplating leaving the mages on standby, by relying on this assurance. After all, if her sensitivity was doubled… her moans would probably be louder.

 

 

 

‘Why is it that even though we both wear the rings, only my sensitivity is doubled? How embarrassing.’

 

 

 

It was likely influenced by someone’s personal preferences. Although it was said to be picked up from a dragon’s ruins, the ruins were still just its lair.

 

 

 

Anais, dressed in her nightgown, stood by the fireplace and watched the clock. It was 11:52, and she had told Rahil to come in at 11:58.

 

 

 

She didn’t want to wait until midnight without doing anything with him. Rahil, who was still compliant to Anais, didn’t argue and decided to follow her instructions.

 

 

 

Thinking back, it’s strange. In the original novel, Rahil wasn’t one to easily listen to others. If Theodore was kind and understanding, Rahil was…

 

 

 

‘A brat. A classic tsundere.’

 

 

 

He was someone who would hover around Angelica, occasionally poking and teasing her. When someone genuinely troubled her, he would lash out fiercely but could never properly express his feelings to Angelica. It was only after Theodore confessed his feelings to Angelica that Rahiel began to act more assertively.

 

 

 

He was always a step behind in realizing and expressing his feelings. Though he helped Angelica in many ways, his aid was never acknowledged as his, and he never sought recognition for it.

 

 

 

He truly embodied the role of a sub male lead, right to the end. That is, until he met and was drawn to Anais.

 

 

 

Still, he seemed to have matured, as his attitude was now much softer compared to when he use to chase after Angelica, claiming to like her. Perhaps it was simply because he had many sins to atone for, but from Anais’s perspective, who remembered the original story, he had made significant progress.

 

 

 

‘Or maybe he grew up after experiencing a failed romance.’

 

 

 

Anais turned away from the fireplace and headed towards the bed. It was 11:57, and she didn’t expect Rahil to arrive exactly on time.

 

 

 

‘He’ll probably come around or just after midnight.’

 

 

 

It was now 11:58. Although there was no second hand, the ticking clock seemed to measure the passing seconds. Standing between the bed and the fireplace, she watched the minute hand move.

 

 

 

’11:59. I knew it would be like this.’

 

 

 

Whether Rahil showed up precisely on time or not wasn’t the main concern. The crucial part was the changes that would occur in her body. Anais anxiously watched the clock.

 

 

 

“Anais!”

 

 

 

The sudden sound of the door bursting open startled her. It was precisely midnight, and somewhere in the castle, an antique clock would have chimed. Rahil, seemingly having run in a hurry, was panting heavily.

 

 

 

He closed the door and approached Anais. He glanced at the clock above the fireplace, seeing that it was exactly midnight. Then he looked back at Anais, who appeared unchanged.

 

 

 

“Sorry, I’m late. …Do you feel any different?”

 

 

 

“Not yet. It’s midnight, but…”

 

 

 

At that moment, the rings on both Anais and Rahil’s fingers seemed to glow pink. Just as Anais thought how childish the pink color looked, a faint warmth spread through her body.

 

 

 

Uh?

 

 

 

Her legs, hidden beneath her gown, pressed together. Suddenly, she felt a slick w*tness between her thighs. She hadn’t worn any undergarments, anticipating that she might be having s*x with Rahil, and now her skin felt overly sensitive and her n*pples seems to become hard.

 

 

 

‘Ugh… I was fine just a moment ago.’

 

 

 

The gown against her skin felt intensely stimulating. As she shifted uncomfortably, the fabric rubbed her sensitized skin, sending shivers through her.

 

 

 

“Ah, um…”

 

 

 

“Anais, are you alright?”

 

 

 

Rahil stepped closer to Anais as her skin began to flush with heat. While he was dressed lightly, he wasn’t just in a robe like Anais.

 

 

 

“Please… stay back. My body feels strange…”

 

 

 

“Um, if… the magic is working, you’ll feel desire for me. Are you sure you want me to stay away?”

 

 

 

No, she wasn’t sure at all. From the moment she became aware of Rahil’s presence, all she could think about were the times he’d pleased her. The memories filled her mind, making her dizzy.

 

 

 

In her fear of losing control, Anais stumbled and tried to flee to the opposite side of the room.

 

 

 

“Aht.”

 

 

 

But more slick w*tness trickled out from inside her, and her legs gave way, almost causing her to fall. If Rahil hadn’t caught her quickly, she would have hit the floor hard.

 

 

 

“Anais.”

 

 

 

“Ah, ahh.”

 

 

 

Even just being held through her clothes was highly stimulating. Anais felt like crying. She had thought she could handle double the sensitivity, but just being in his arms made her lose her mind to pl*asure.

 

 

 

‘This is definitely not okay!’

 

 

 

Why did I thought it would be manageable? Probably because my intimate moments with Rahil had never been unpleasant.

 

 

 

“Are you… feeling it?”

 

 

 

“Aht, ahh!”

 

 

 

As Rahil supported her, he suddenly slipped his hands under her arms and cupped her br*asts with both hands. Even the gentle kneading sent powerful waves of sensation through Anais, making her tremble. Rahil, too, felt a surge of heat.

 

 

 

‘Really? Just from this?’

 

 

 

Although Anais usually enjoyed having her br*asts touched, it wasn’t typically a place where she experienced intense pl*asure. But just now, it felt shockingly good.

 

 

 

“Ah… no, it’s… ah…”

 

 

 

“Or should I keep touching you?”

 

 

 

“Ha… that… ung… wait…”

 

 

 

Panting, Anais was flustered by Rahil’s hands untying her robe’s belt. The belt slipped from its loop and fell to the floor, leaving her robe loose. Rahil’s hand slipped inside.