“……”
For a moment, I forgot the situation and my gaze was stolen by Damian’s distinct features.
Seeing Damian with his eyes closed, unlike his usual threatening impression, he looked like a tamed, gentle beast.
Dark and vivid eyebrows, a straight nose bridge, even the fangs slightly visible between his firmly pressed lips.
Of course, even if he was handsome—and even though I had licked Lionel’s toes—getting this close to a man was on a different level.
Especially if it involved rubbing lips together.
I was still hesitating when I saw his eyeballs roll beneath his closed eyelids. At the sign that he was about to open his eyes, I had no choice but to immediately cover his lips.
“……!”
As the soft sensation touched me, my heart pounded violently.
When was the last time I felt another person’s breath this close?
Emotions I couldn’t tell were excitement or anxiety went thump, thump, shaking my chest.
No, perhaps it was simply the suspension bridge effect. That illusion-like emotion where fear and tension mixed together, making the heart beat wildly on its own.
Right, this is survival. I repeated that to myself and swallowed my trembling breath. Lest he notice from my rough breathing just how nervous I was.
With my eyes tightly shut, I carefully rubbed our lips together, then thinking there was no more time to hesitate, I slightly pushed my tongue inside.
I wondered if tongues were also bundles of muscles—I lightly bit the tip of his thick tongue, but this bastard’s tongue was surprisingly rigidly stiff.
What, you told me to do it?
Seeing him endure while frozen without any reaction, pointless stubbornness surged up. Why should only I be awkward and embarrassed? That childish sense of injustice rose up to my throat.
Eventually, pushed by an emotion I couldn’t tell was stubbornness or frustration, I pushed my tongue in deeper. As I slowly swept over his rigidly stiff tongue tip, lightly tickling it, a shallow pleasure spread along my spine.
“Hup…. Ngh….”
Even though he was a monster-like man with horns on his head, right now his eyes were tightly closed so I couldn’t even see his expression.
Was it because of that? Without realizing it, the direction of my emotions became disheveled.
At first, I’d planned to end it with just a perfunctory kiss for form’s sake. But stubbornness turned into pleasure, and before I knew it, that pleasure had changed into immersion.
As our tongue tips brushed, traced each other’s teeth, and our breaths tangled together, my ankles standing on tiptoe tingled slightly. Without realizing whether I was getting excited, my body heated up and my mind gradually blurred.
Just at that moment when I was about to carefully pull my lips away at the end of that pleasantly hazy feeling. Damian grabbed my waist like lightning.
“Mmph…. Ngh?! Ugh!”
Without even a moment to breathe, a hot and massive tongue dug into my mouth. As if everything until now being frozen was a joke, his thick tongue covered mine and pushed all the way to my throat, and at that pressure my whole body reflexively trembled.
“Wai-, hng…. Gah!”
Everywhere the tongue touched melted hotly. Every time the massive tongue thrust deep, deep into my throat, my breath was gulped off. My widened mouth corners tingled, and from the corners of my mouth came the sound of flesh tearing—rip.
The hand that had been gripping Damian’s shoulder wandered in the air for a moment, then instinctively clutched him tightly. I tried to tilt my head this way and that to get air, but even my attempt to escape was blocked. The breath that barely burst out tangled hotly and scattered inside my mouth.
As the breath I kept inhaling was swallowed, my vision wavered hazily as if oxygen wasn’t reaching even my brain.
“Ah… it hur’s…, ah, gn… tas…!”
Really, it was a kiss as if beast cubs were clinging and devouring.
…Am I going to suffocate to death like this?
With a jolt, fear rushed in and I struggled, but Damian seemed completely immersed and didn’t care about my reactions at all. Soon as he slowly lifted his previously uncomfortably bent torso, I was pulled up along with him since he was holding my waist, and my toes brushed the air.
“……!”
Even though I flailed in surprise, Damian didn’t allow even that gap. He wrapped his arms firmly and pulled me closer, then poured out fierce kisses.
Every time sharp fangs slightly grazed the tip of my tongue, a chilling thrill and primal fear of being devoured mixed and surged up.
“It hur’s, hngh- ah, it hurts… hek!”
Eventually, as if my tongue was scraped by his fangs, the metallic smell of blood mixed with iron spread sharply inside my mouth. The torn corners of my mouth stung painfully, and every time hot breath touched them, the burning pain deepened.
My toes were already completely off the ground. My body suspended in the air trembled, and before his monstrous strength gripping my waist, my breath, body, and all other movements were all blocked.
In this situation where I had not a shred of will, tears I couldn’t hold back fell drop by drop.
“Hnngh…. Kggh, huuugh…!”
Even while the pressure of suffocation grew increasingly thick, hot and heavy heat flowed through my body. When my trembling arms fell powerlessly onto his shoulders, only then did Damian release his mouth.
“Phah-! Cough, kheuk…. Kgh….”
“Haa…. Haa….”
Only rough breathing filled the inn. The moment Damian slowly set me down on the floor, my powerless legs swayed and buckled. If he’d been even a little late I would have hit my head right there, but Damian quickly supported my waist.
“Hek…. Kgh, khuk….”
I roughly wiped my tear-stained vision with my sleeve and looked up at his face while coughing.
His red eyes were hazily unfocused, and his face was flushed red as he roughly exhaled hot breaths.
…My state probably isn’t much different. Since I’d just been almost devoured by a kiss, my face must be similarly ruined.
As I was catching my ragged breath, Damian raised his hand and touched his own wet lips. As if bewildered.
“Putting in your tongue… what does that mean?”
“Kolo, kgh…. What?”
I stopped coughing mid-way and immediately questioned back at the absurd words. Damian was still touching his lips.
“Why did you put your tongue in me?”
“What the fu—!”
My mouth that was about to shout in absurdity froze.
…That’s right?
Damian told me to ‘do it,’ not to ‘kiss.’
Then the sexual assault just now… was done by me?
“……”
“……”
Silence lengthened. My mouth stung so I fumbled at the scraped spot with my tongue, but whether I touched it wrong, blood soon pooled there. I hurriedly pulled out a tissue from the tissue box next to me and blocked my mouth.
“Ugh.”
Ugh— the smell of blood spread throughout my mouth.
It was more nauseating than I thought, so I frowned. Once I recognized the blood, whether my senses returned, my throat stung and even my waist throbbed.
“Why is that?”
What do you mean why. Who else would it be? You did it.
I became irritated for no reason, so ignoring Damian pacing around me, I lifted my clothes. Purple bruises had spread deeply under the skin.
“This crazy….”
Well, it was strength enough to lift an adult man into the air, so I should be glad it ended at just this. What if my ribs had broken?
Then, seeing my injuries, Damian’s eyes widened greatly, and his red pupils shook aimlessly.
“That… why is it like that?”
“What? No, Damian, you did that?”
I asked back in disbelief, and Damian took a step closer and looked over my body. He slowly moved his gaze over my torn mouth corners and swollen lips, and the bruise on my side, then paused for a moment. Then he muttered with a surprised exclamation.
“You’re weak.”
“Well… that’s true.”
“You’re weaker than a newborn demon cub.”
I didn’t think it was that bad, but maybe it really was. Even in novels, those guys are strong and regenerate quickly. How could a human compete?
As I kept my mouth shut in silence that could be affirmation or resignation, Damian carefully picked up my arm with a serious face. His thick fingers slowly came down along the curves of my forearm. Then at some point, a little strength went in.
“Ugh!”
When a groan leaked out without me knowing, Damian’s eyes widened in surprise, and he let go of my hand right there.
And after examining me for a moment, he muttered very seriously.
“At this level, you really could break bones while moving dishes.”
Is he talking about the ttukbaegi?
I took a deep breath while gauging his reaction, but the cold air caught in my parched throat.
“Khuk, keuheuk!”
Coughs burst out consecutively. My throat stung, and the taste of blood hadn’t faded yet. As I pulled out another tissue and blocked my mouth while spitting out blood-mixed saliva, Damian watched me silently for a moment, then very slowly lowered his head.
And after taking quite a long pause, he nodded with a serious expression.
“Even a low-level demon’s molt is harder than you.”
“Kk, keuheuk…. What?”
“To think breathing is this difficult for you….”
“No, excuse me?”
I barely got the words out between coughs. But Damian had already reached his conclusion.
“How are you even standing?”
“……”
Just how are you seeing me?
