“You came here on your own.”

“Eh, Ellé…”

Before she could even finish calling his name, her lips were stolen.

Just a short while ago, they had shared a kiss while strolling in the paradise of Uter.

With a feeble confession, his lips had approached, beseeching her tenderly to open her heart, tenderly touching her lips and then retreating in a polite kiss.

It was their first touch, as pleasant as the summer sun seeping through the shades of the trees they sat beside.

But now he was different.

As their lips met, it felt like their bodies were colliding.

Illéon grabbed Elyssia’s head and waist with his big hands, holding her tightly and explored her mouth. The enormous force made her feel as if her entire body was caught in a trap.

He was like a starving beast.

He bit her upper and lower lips in turn and invaded in between.

His tongue, which he used to taste food, lost its function and was entwined and rubbed with hers.

“Huuh…”

Even the sweet saliva rising in her mouth was thoroughly gathered by Illéon.

Robbed, and snatched away.

After passionately tasting Elyssia’s lips for a while, Illéon let her go slightly.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.”

Even after he had pulled away, the deep scent of sandalwood lingered on her lips and the tip of her nose.

It was their first kiss.

Not a peck, but a real kiss.

Could embracing each other and touching lips feel like this, making her heart feel as though it would be torn out whenever he claimed her as his own?

Did the countless lovers in the world do this every day?

Elyssia felt her blood pulsating through her veins.

In Illéon’s eyes, which seemed darkly reddish in the dim light, her own figure with moonlit bright hair strewn on the floor was reflected. She looked into his eyes as if spellbound.

Because of her scattered hair, it seemed like shining stars or a spread of yellow flower petals.

She had a casual thought that her reflection in his eyes might look quite mystical, and at that moment, the strength left her hands, which had been resisting and pushing him away.

Neither Illéon nor Elyssia said anything.

A brief standoff followed, like preparing for an exploration, as they breathed more roughly than usual.

The first to move was Illéon.

He tenderly touched her slender and pale neck, throbbing sensitively, then lowered his lips to her again.

It was a softer kiss this time.

So, unlike the feeling of being plundered by him senselessly before, she could distinctly feel all of Illéon.

His body’s scent that enveloped her, and the possessiveness she felt from his strong embrace.

“Mm…”

As much as she was short of breath, he was also holding his breath while doing this.

They were both inexperienced in kissing.

‘I lack skill.’

Was this his first time too? Like me?

「I wish you would give me our first real kiss.」

After saying that, he crossed the line first. Then he shouldn’t have made such a wish. Elyssia was flabbergasted by what Illéon did.

That thought perhaps eased her fear, for even when Illéon painfully bit the dryness in her mouth and moaned, she was a little less scared.

Thunk, thud. Thunk, thunk.

As he unbuttoned her maid dress from behind, Elyssia was taken aback.

“…”

As Elyssia tried to resist, twisting her body, Illéon quickly pulled down her dress, pressing her body down with his shoulder.

“Wa, wait…”

A chill touched her bare shoulders, and her body shrank.

With only a thin chemise and a tightlylaced corset remaining, lying under Illéon’s eyes made her face flush with embarrassment.

He seemed not like the usual Illéon.

Normally, Illéon would have treated her carefully. He always behaved courteously and politely, like a gentleman who was mannered to the core. He never crossed the line without consideration.

If Elyssia disliked something, he would never do it.

If she asked him to stop, he wouldn’t forcibly lay hands on her, she had thought.

But now Illéon looked at her exposed thin arms, collarbone, and the chest beneath, as if pondering where to devour her first.
Elysia was his prey.

Prey that had come to him on its own feet, just as he had said.

Elysia had felt tearful from the fear that had been invading her since earlier.

But Illeone seemed determined, grabbing Elysia’s hand and pulling it towards him, kissing her fingertips.

One finger, one finger.

Each slender joint of a finger, one by one.

When he kissed between her fingers as if he would taste even the smallest thing carefully, Elysia involuntarily twitched her body.

“Ha.”

Illeone slowly pressed his lips to the palm of her hand.

Even with gloves on, lips that could have lightly touched the back of her hand lingered on her soft palm for a long time, and then lightly bit it.

His eyes scrutinized her reaction intently.

Looking at his red eyes, which seemed to pierce through her soul, Elysia felt like she was sinking into a distant quagmire.

It was not like earlier when he was restraining her body, nor was it like when he had soullessly kissed her breathless.

But she had no strength in her body at all.