PG | Chapter 8: Open Your Lips

Startled, Aloissia stared at the contract, pen still in hand. A red magic circle appeared over the contract, and the paper dissolved into the air. At the same time, Aloissia felt a sharp pain in her chest.

“Ah…!”

“Ugh.”

Cassius also winced at the same moment. He gritted his teeth as if his left chest was in discomfort, then opened his mouth.

“The contract between Your Highness and myself is now established. The binding of the contract will disappear once all obligations are fulfilled.”

“…Understood.”

Aloissia replied, placing a hand over her chest.

“Then…”

Cassius glanced at the clock on the wall and stood up. Aloissia felt a pang of disappointment at his abrupt movement.

‘He’s leaving already?’

He was her first visitor.

Even if he had come because of the contract, she felt strangely reluctant for him to leave. She would be alone again once he was gone.

But contrary to her expectations, he crossed the room and sat down beside her. Cassius turned to face her and said,

“We still have some time before the memorial service begins, so I’ll fulfill my part of the contract.”

“What? Right now?”

“It’s urgent.”

Cassius clicked his tongue. Aloissia saw her reflection in his red eyes.

“Why do you think I brought the contract in such a hurry? Are you aware of your current condition, Your Highness? Do you understand how serious the situation is?”

“I feel fine.”

“That’s impossible.”

Cassius chuckled in disbelief. He gently placed a hand on her small head and spoke in a serious tone.

“Frequent memory loss means an Esper is on the verge of losing control. It’s like walking a tightrope on the edge of a cliff. You could lose control at any moment, Your Highness.”

“Lose control…”

Aloissia murmured, dazed by Cassius’s explanation. She felt more confused than scared.

“But the High Priest said it’s a normal side effect.”

“That madman.”

Cassius sneered coldly. He lowered the large hand he had placed on her head and cupped her cheek.

He placed his other hand on her slender waist and said firmly,

“Ignore such nonsense from now on. I’m your Guide now.”

“Underst… Mmmph!”

Aloissia’s reply was swallowed by Cassius’s lips. Her eyes widened as his soft, warm lips pressed against hers.

Cassius tilted his head, changing the angle of the kiss, and licked her closed lips with his wet tongue, whispering,

“Open your lips. If you want to live.”

Aloissia wiggled her toes inside her shoes at his deep, resonant voice. She felt a shiver run down her spine.

She was glad she was sitting down. If she had been standing, she would have collapsed.

“…Hurry.”

Cassius urged her on, pressing his finger against her peach-colored cheeks. Her jaw loosened, and her lips parted involuntarily.

As soon as her lips opened, his thick tongue invaded her mouth.

“Heuk…!”

Aloiscia let out a surprised gasp. Cassius entangled his tongue with hers. Unlike his earlier detached demeanor, his kiss was urgent and desperate. Aloissia struggled to keep up with his movements.

Was it because their bodies were pressed so close together? Or was it because they were in her bedroom? The kiss felt much more intimate and secretive than the one in the temple.

As their tongues tangled and wrapped against each other, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her.

“…Ha!”

At that moment, Aloissia flinched and tightly clutched Cassius’s jacket. The blood drained from the back of her hand, turning it white, and deep wrinkles formed as she gripped the thick fabric.

Cassius frowned and tightened his grip on her waist. Her vision spun around, and she was laid back on the sofa.

Cassius trapped her between his body and the sofa, continuing the rough kiss. Her legs gave way as his hard lower body pressed into her, feeling the firm muscles through the layers of her skirt.

Lost in the kiss led by Cassius, Aloissia’s eyes flew open as she felt something hard and hot rubbing between her legs.

‘What is this?’

Aloissia blinked rapidly. Cassius, sensing her hesitation, pulled back and raised his face, breathing heavily.

“What’s wrong?”

“No, it’s just…”

Aloissia stammered, trailing off.

How could she describe it? A rod? Or a sword? But it was neither a rod nor a sword. That much was certain.

Seeing her still, Cassius ran a hand through his hair and asked, “Don’t tell me… you’re thinking of your dead husband?”

“What…?”

“You were staring so intently. I thought you were comparing.”

Cassius said teasingly, pressing his body closer to hers. The object that she had only felt through her skirt now pressed against her, as if trying to push its way between her legs.

As the space between her legs was stimulated, her underwear became wet.

‘Why… Why is this happening?’

Aloissia was flustered by her unfamiliar bodily reactions. Despite being married, she was ignorant about sexual relations. She had been denied consummation on her wedding night and hadn’t had any physical contact with Felix beyond holding hands.

Moreover, before marriage, she had been a priestess bound by vows of celibacy, and before that, she was a wanderer focused solely on survival.

Kissing a man like this, being this close to a man’s body, it was all new to her.

“I, I…”

“We haven’t even begun proper purification yet. So, save the comparisons for later.”

Cassius was now grinding his hips against hers. His ‘thing’ rubbed against her in rhythm with his movements.

A sticky, unknown fluid was now seeping from her vagina, soaking her underwear and even trickling down her thighs.

“I, I wasn’t comparing. I… Ah!”

As Aloissia stammered her explanation, her face flushed crimson, Cassius buried his face in the crook of her neck. He trailed kisses down her neck and slipped a hand between her thighs.

“What are you doing, ha…!”

“Don’t resist. I’m Guiding you, purifying you.”

Cassius spat out in a husky voice. His earlier calm demeanor was nowhere to be seen. His rough fingers, calloused at every joint, pushed their way inside her skirt.

Aloissia tried to close her legs, flustered. But she couldn’t, as he had already wedged his thigh between them.

“You need deep purification, Your Highness. But we don’t have time for that.”

Cassius explained quickly, checking the clock on the wall. He sat up and ran his tongue over his lower lip.

“We’ll have to make do with this for now.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lifted up her skirt. Before she could react, he moved lower.

Cassius hooked his fingers into the waistband of Aloissia’s underwear and pulled them down without hesitation. The white fabric slid down her smooth thighs, a string of clear fluid connecting it to her vagina.

“Cassius!”

Aloissia cried out in shock, her underwear suddenly gone.

She felt as if she was going to faint. She had never shown her most intimate parts to anyone, and now she was exposing herself to a man she had met only twice.

And in broad daylight, in her bedroom!

“What are you doing?!”

“Shhh.”

Cassius, who had been staring intently at her exposed vagina for a long while, placed a finger on his lips. He smirked, looking at her over the bunched fabric of her skirt.

“Be quiet unless you want to attract an audience. Or is this your preference, Your Highness? If so…”

“Wh-What are you talking about?!”

Aloissia’s face burned crimson at his playful words. As she bit her lip, Cassius lowered his gaze again, his eyes narrowing.

“Tell me. Is this the Crown Prince’s preference?”

“…What do you mean?”

“Or is this place normally bare?”

Cassius’s voice lowered, husky, as he looked at her smooth, entrance, free of even a single hair. He spread her thighs with his hands, positioning himself between her legs.

“Well, either way. It doesn’t matter.”

Cassius muttered softly and buried his face between her legs.

His wet tongue touched the place she had never shown to anyone in her entire life.