The West Wind's Destination - Chapter 33
Bea’s cheek was gently caressed by a large hand. The hand that had stroked her nape then swept through her disheveled hair and pulled her head closer.
Their lips barely touched and then parted.
Bea realized she had momentarily forgotten how to breathe.
Her breath, held until just moments ago, now tickled her cheek, rougher than before.
Their lips approached again, this time Aseph gently biting her lower lip before pulling away to gauge Bea’s reaction.
When Bea pushed his shoulder, Aseph gave her some space.
“Should I stop…?”
That wasn’t what she wanted, but she felt strange.
Seeing Bea’s confused eyes, Aseph perceptively moved in again.
This time, his tongue darted between their lips. As the moist flesh touched her lower lip, Bea shivered slightly. But unlike before, she didn’t push him away.
He lingered a bit longer before pulling away, his lips now noticeably redder. In fact, Aseph’s entire face was flushed.
As their lips entwined more deeply, his thick tongue parted Bea’s lips and took over the inside. Licking and gasping for air, Aseph gradually deepened his posture.
As Bea lay back completely on the bed, Aseph not only kissed her lips and tongue but also savored the inside of her cheeks and her teeth slowly. When his tongue curled around and touched her uvula, her body tensed up.
“Uh, hmm…”
Bea, unable to stop herself from making a sound, realized belatedly that Aseph had fully mounted her.
And something hard and firm kept pressing against her body. It wasn’t just touching her; it was writhing and poking her insistently.
She didn’t need to see it to know what it was.
“Aseph.”
“Haa, yes, Bea.”
Hadn’t he said he couldn’t get an er-ction? That it was a problem?
Moreover, it seemed to grow larger and harder each time she spoke, especially when she called his name. Despite only feeling its pressing force, it seemed larger than what she remembered, too.
Could it be that not only his body had grown over the years, but this part as well?
How could that be…
“You seem to be… er-ct…”
“Yes, Bea…”
“Wait, I mean…”
His hot breath poured over her cheek. As Bea lay completely on the bed, the need to support her head gone, his hand moved to hold her arm. As he softly scratched her palm, Bea went limp and parted her lips loosely.
Aseph didn’t miss the opportunity and kissed her again, more intensely than before.
As he pushed his tongue into Bea’s willingly parted mouth and teased the inside of her cheek, her tense body relaxed.
“Nnh…!”
Bea’s moan finally broke through Aseph’s barely held restraint.
Despite her seemingly cold and impassive demeanor, Bea never rejected Aseph’s advances. She might have been confused by the unfamiliar sensations, but she never pushed him away or showed displeasure.
Like a cat with its fur standing on end, she seemed guarded, but relaxed when Aseph approached. Every time she showed a side of herself that only he seemed to know, Aseph felt an overwhelming sense of yearning.
The warmth where they touched intensified. Struggling to control his increasingly rough tongue movements, Aseph’s breathing became more labored.
On the verge of becoming rougher, biting and ravaging her mouth, Aseph restrained his desire and pulled away.
Their breathing was ragged as if they had just finished a sprint.
“I feel like it can only be you.”
“…Aseph. Now I understand what you mean.”
Bea licked her moistened mouth and spoke.
“It seems like you can achieve an er-ction in certain situations. Yes… I understand.”
To gain some distance for confirmation, Bea pushed his shoulder.
Aseph backed away willingly, but the look on his face made Bea unusually flustered.
His expression was not good—his eyes were droopy and disappointed. Despite his intimidating stature and sharp features, his eyes were glossy with unshed tears, looking up at her with a pitiful expression.
“Bea, truly, can’t you forgive me?”
His tears seemed on the brink of falling.
“No, I mean…”
Bea, now flustered and stuttering, was uncharacteristically affected by Aseph.
“I was just… trying to check…”
“Then, do you forgive me?”
“…”
Bea lost her words again. She had never been this flustered in her life.
In truth, Bea couldn’t understand what he was apologizing for or why he kept insisting on begging for her forgiveness. She couldn’t see the correlation between confirming his physical functions and forgiving him.
But she felt compelled to go along without saying anything, as if something stuck inside her chest was being released every time he spoke.
It had been like this ever since Aseph disappeared.
Whenever Bea ate or drank, she felt as if her throat was blocked, making her wonder if her body was ill. But upon checking, she found no abnormalities. In fact, her health was better than before she met Aseph.
The mysterious pain continued, sometimes even making it uncomfortable just to breathe.
However, since meeting Aseph, and as he spoke more, that subtle pain began to fade away.
