Lady Devil - Chapter 92

#92

There is a certain magic in tender kisses. It is like a meal. We intertwine, bite, roll, and savor each other’s tongues as if to absorb the other, sweetly swallowing juices that are not our own.

We desperately try to fill our hearts while hastily drinking each other’s saliva, but our foolish hearts feel both satiety and hunger simultaneously, so the more our chests swell, the more endlessly starved we become. We reaffirm through this meal-like kiss that we are closer than anyone else at this moment, yet ultimately complete strangers, because we can never fully consume each other. Hunger.

The hunger that made me want to beg for every urgent breath of Johannes, every strand of his moans. In that moment, I was slowly drowning, dipping my feet into sweet solitude.

As if it were natural, I tilted my head to the side and parted my lips. Johannes, who had briefly pulled away as if to suck on my lower lip, pressed against me again, and a soft yet firm sensation slowly pushed between my parted lips. The gentle, kind caress of his tongue. It felt as if every piece of my skin was standing on end.

I must have pressed my body against him too much. Johannes’s body trembled, and I felt him pressed against my stomach. I didn’t dislike it. There was no reason to avoid it.

Johannes’s breathing gradually grew rougher. It was the kind of breathing that seemed unlikely to end with just a kiss. He covered me as if to bury me within himself, then pressed against me, digging in as if he would lift me onto his thighs as I stood.

However, the sensation of heating up together did not last long. Suddenly, Johannes grabbed my shoulders and pulled his lips away with a somewhat urgent gesture. His warmth instantly distanced itself.

“S-sorry.”

Johannes, uncharacteristically stammering, apologized as he abruptly straightened his upper body. Startled, I stared at him, unable to close my mouth that had suddenly become empty.

Johannes’s nape and ears had turned as red as mine, as if he had sunbathed in the sunset. His gaze, hastily raised towards the ceiling, wandered in the empty space above my head, and in that state, Johannes, momentarily at a loss for what to do, lowered his eyelids while still holding my shoulders. I could only stare at him in bewilderment, unable to properly catch my breath.

Our eyes met again soon after. Johannes seemed rather embarrassed and slightly avoided my gaze. His eyes that had drifted downward stopped near my lips. His touch was clumsy yet ticklish as he wiped my mouth area, startled, and tidied my disheveled clothes. It must not be any other feeling, just worry for me that made him do this. I had to console my disappointed self while entrusting my body to his hands in a somewhat dazed state. And then.

“Mother summoned a devil.”

Johannes suddenly spoke as he was retying my waistband that had shifted to one side.

“Huh?”

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