No30 Ch11

“Today might be the last. This brief respite, I mean.”

The white light between them enveloped only them in a circle, and the rest of the world was swallowed by darkness, all black. If you consider that they could only see each other, there was no place more romantic than this.

Finally, Aslan broke the silence and opened his mouth.

“Maybe it’s just me, but it doesn’t sound like you only want to kiss.”

“I think we can do more. If we both want to.”

Liella fidgeted with the warm hand covering hers, and when their fingers intertwined, Aslan stared intently at her contrasting white fingers before asking again.

“Even without any feelings?”

“Wouldn’t it be burdensome if there were even a little bit of feelings? It would create responsibility.”

It was an answer considerate of him. Liella gazed up at him with her muted eyes and reached out with her other free hand. As she carefully stroked his unusually bold eyes and facial contours, Aslan simply watched like a submissive child.

No, wouldn’t the word ‘child’ be inappropriate for such a large man?

“You still don’t like it? It’s a proposal I wouldn’t blame you for getting angry about. Being so impatient that I cling to immediate stimulation because I can’t stand the anxiety. It sounds incredibly pathetic too….”

His cool eyes and straight nose, when seen up close, strangely reminded her of his childhood face. The sharp man must have gone through a rebellious boyhood.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, but I know I’ll regret it later.”

“I won’t regret it. It’s impulsive, but it’s also sincere.”

“No, it’s not you, it’s me who will regret it.”

It was then that the hand reaching for his lips was yanked away. In an instant, her body leaned towards him, and their eyes met at close range. Deep within his sea-like eyes, she saw a chilling fog that froze her heart. She couldn’t look for long because the moment the man lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, the world went dark.

Knowing you’ll regret it, why?

Liella’s eyes widened. The place where their lips overlapped was hot as if burned.

“Ugh.”

Liella, who had vaguely imagined a light kiss, trembled as she recoiled from the deeply penetrating, wet sensation. What was intertwined wasn’t just lips, but a great loneliness. He rushed into the emptiness where she had lost the world.

Her red, swollen lips were slowly and persistently rubbed, and her tongue was sucked as if it would be pulled out, intertwined like a snake. It was completely different from yesterday’s kiss, where only their lips touched. The man, who had entered deep into her delicate flesh, tilted his head and gripped her cheek.

“…Mmm…”

Each time his tongue, which had entered through the parted gap, scraped against the roof of her mouth, her fingers curled up involuntarily from the strange stimulation. Her waist was pulled tightly against his firm arm, and Liella naturally embraced his thick neck. She knew it, but his body was hard and large, like someone made from completely different materials.

Unfamiliar scent, being embraced as if buried, the rustling sound of clothes rubbing together. The pitch-black darkness awakened her senses as keenly as if it were a blindfold. His heated breath flowed close by as their flushed lips repeatedly stuck and parted. Her nerves, which had been sharply on edge due to survival issues, were gently worn down by the tingling sensation.

I like it. I like it so much. So crazy good that it feels like this is the right thing to do.

In fact, she had known from the moment their lips overlapped under the guise of hyperventilation. That once a spark flew in the tension that flowed in the air, the situation would spiral out of control.

She swallowed the saliva that pooled in her mouth. She wondered if kissing was originally such an erotic and vivid act. As she tilted her head back and dazedly panted, accepting him, she imagined her lips remaining open like this. Her red flesh exposed, ravaged and spread open. Forgetting about the monster and the limited time, she would indulge.

As she clung to him even more desperately, the man, who was breathing in short gasps, sat her on his lap and kissed her again. It wasn’t just the angle that had changed from below to above. His hand, which had slipped into her thin clothes, slowly stroked up her stiff spine. His large hand, with its low temperature, was calloused and rough, perhaps from holding a gun so often. Liella trembled and gasped as his touch traced her spine, stroking her tender skin.

“Cold…”

She had taken off her underwear before going to bed, so she was naked except for a T-shirt. Noticing her momentary stiffness, Aslan buried his face in her delicate neck, kissing her and caressing her entire back up and down. She felt like prey caught by a large beast.

Why wasn’t this person nervous? Was she the only one who is new to this? No, maybe he’s done it before, but he just didn’t remember.

Her thoughts abruptly stopped the moment she felt something heavy against her tightly pressed lower body. At that moment, Liella was certain. It’s his first time. There’s no way this could have happened before.

While she was shocked by the distinct volume, his thick-knuckled hand, which had slipped out of her clothes, grabbed her round breasts that swelled beneath the fabric and began to knead them. Liella gasped in shock at the sensation of being handled so carelessly, like dough or clay. Her white, swollen skin was softly crushed and distorted.

“Hng,”

She was completely out of her mind. She barely suppressed her moans because they weren’t alone. Dylan was beyond the thick door, and even beyond that, in the darkness of the outside, downstairs, and upstairs, there were beings lurking that could kill them. Strangely, that fact made her body even more sensitive.

Aslan supported her soft flesh from below, tracing the tips of her breasts and playing with them, sometimes squeezing the mounds from the gentle curves to the center painfully. When his long fingers scraped against the plump, erect tips, a thrilling current flowed through her.

It felt like her brain was melting. As she panted and twisted her body, her wavy hair flowed down, as if embracing his shoulders. Aslan rolled up her thin T-shirt to her neck, completely removing it, and bit down on her plump, swollen tips. She got goosebumps from the contrast between the cool air and his hot breath. He deeply sucked and pulled, while his other hand rounded and twisted her other breast. In a strange surge of elation, she couldn’t help but hug the man in her arms more deeply and desperately. She poured her heated breath into his ear.

“Aslan…”

It was the moment she couldn’t help but call his name softly that she was suddenly pushed back. Before she could realize anything, her bare back touched the sofa, and her body was heavily pressed down. The weight, like a rock, should have been scary, but it wasn’t. Rather… she felt loved all over by the small kisses that continued on her collarbone and neck. There was no way a man she had only met two days ago would kiss her with affection.

Was he just a kind person to women in general?

Thump.

At that moment, the flashlight fell, illuminating the surroundings brightly, as if she had touched something wrong.

The man on top of her stopped abruptly and lifted his head at the loud rolling sound. A silence like a tomb settled. Liella, blinking her dazzled eyes, blankly looked up at the man, whose shirt was crumpled and hair was completely disheveled, unlike before. Following that, she saw herself reflected in his turbid eyes.

She was a mess to the point of being unfamiliar. Her blonde hair was scattered haphazardly on the brown sofa, her eyes were red and flushed, her lips were parted and colored, and her breasts, marked with red handprints, rose and fell. As she turned bright red as if she had been caught plotting something bad, his dark eyes remained fixed on her, unmoving. His masculine Adam’s apple slowly rippled, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.

It was at that moment.

“Ah, what is it? What’s all this noise about?”

At the sound of the door bursting open, they both froze.

Dylan walked into the living room, grumbling in annoyance. Liella quickly looked at the white T-shirt that had fallen to the floor. She was doomed. Thanks to the back of the sofa, she wasn’t visible yet, but it was only a matter of time before she was discovered.

“You sneaky bastard. You said you’d stand guard, but you were turning on the light by yourself? What about only turning it on for three hours?”

Aslan regained his senses more quickly. He covered her with his uniform jacket, which he had hung on the back of the sofa, and got up from the sofa. Now Dylan was right nearby.

“What, did you throw it or something? Why are you picking it up from the floor?”

Dylan looked at Aslan, who was picking up the fallen flashlight, and asked, bewildered. As the direction of the flashlight suddenly changed, the side where Liella was was plunged into darkness. She barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief before she felt Dylan grab the back of the sofa and stand on the other side.

“…..”

At this point, she was seriously wondering. Could it be that this person actually liked Aslan and wanted to become friends with him?

“It’s a hobby of mine to throw flashlights when I’m in a bad mood.”

“…Are you crazy? And why do you look like that?”

Liella held her breath, feeling her heart pounding. He must know what he looked like, since he had just seen it. Aslan, who was completely disheveled, exuded an atmosphere of decadence and debauchery, except for the fact that he didn’t have any lip marks on him. The man, who was stroking his neck as if choosing his words, finally spat out bluntly.

“I was just bored and working out. Why don’t you go inside if you’re not going to watch?”

“…So, if we’re going to follow the timeline, you suddenly got bored and started working out, and then you got in a bad mood and threw the flashlight…?”

Even without looking, she could picture Dylan’s dumbfounded expression.

“There are only weird people around here anyway. Only I’m normal, only I am.”

Dylan, who muttered to himself as if he didn’t want to associate with them, turned towards the kitchen. It was then that Aslan turned off the flashlight.

While Dylan, who had bumped into something, screamed, Liella didn’t miss the opportunity and got up, putting her arms into the jacket. She groped awkwardly in the darkness and was pushed into the open room, led by a large, warm hand. The door closed silently behind her, and only then did the breath she had been holding in burst out.

“Haa… ha… Ahahaha.”

…I almost got caught completely.

As she slid down to sit, the jacket, as large as a blanket, dragged on the ground. Liella fiddled with her numb lips and blushed.

The mood was completely gone, but she had gotten what she wanted. Because tonight, she would be reminded not of death, but of the kiss that made butterflies flutter in her stomach.

She bent her knees and buried her face as if lying down. The outerwear, stained with an unfamiliar scent, was cozy.