Chapter 11
In other words, Ji-woo had no immunity to the reactions of a handsome man like him.
Unable to do this or that in front of him, Ji-woo showed no particular resistance until he approached again and pressed his lips to hers.
“Ugh.”
And his movements were endlessly gentle and cautious, so all the tension left her body.
After kissing her as if leaving traces everywhere on her body, he grew bolder and bit her thigh. Her body, sensitized to its limit, trembled.
“If you don’t like it, tell me anytime. I’ll stop.”
Lansil spoke clearly even with his lips pressed to her knee. Mesmerized by his blue eyes looking up at her, Ji-woo nodded.
He had been systematically breaking down her barriers ever since he soothed her crying.
She was also embarrassed, so Ji-woo covered her mouth with both hands as she accepted his touch.
“Hngh.”
“Don’t hold back your voice. I want to hear it.”
Even a small sound filled the cave. The echo of her own voice made Ji-woo even more ashamed. But it was also stimulating.
“Ah, Lansil. Mm.”
Clearly, even up until they kissed inside the cave, she hadn’t expected this.
He was certainly unskilled at kissing. She couldn’t say he was skilled at other things either. However, his desire to soothe her was genuine. That was likely why Ji-woo melted under his touch, and why he learned so quickly.
“Lansil…”
Eventually, Ji-woo opened her arms toward Lansil.
Since it was an act intended to make him feel good in his own way, she couldn’t coldly push him away. Fortunately, this gesture was more effective than telling him to stop.
Lansil perked up his long ears, delighted.
“You want me to hold you?”
His broad shoulders immediately embraced her tightly. Stroking her disheveled hair with his large hand, Lansil kissed her everywhere on her face.
After lightly kissing her cheeks and forehead, he then nibbled and sucked on her earlobe.
Aside from the stimulation focused on her ear, a strange sense of stability made her face flush.
If touching ears has a strong meaning of seduction, then licking and sucking them like this must be an even greater expression of affection.
“Akarna, shall I do more?”
His panting voice in her ear sounded filled with pleasure.
“Ah… yes, please.”
Lansil rubbed his forehead against hers and pecked her lips. Then he tried to move to the next stage.
Though he seemed oddly lacking in confidence, the sensations he delivered with his lips and hands were actually quite good. But then, seeing him become clumsy again when trying to do something else, Ji-woo unintentionally laughed.
“Puhuh.”
“…Don’t laugh.”
Lansil pulled her hand and bit the back of it. A slight complaint colored his voice.
“It’s my first time… so I can’t help being clumsy. Understand.”
It was strange. This time, just his dejected voice and attitude made her body tremble.
Smiling, Ji-woo wrapped her arms around his body.
Digging her nails into his firm muscles, Ji-woo leaned into his clumsy, guided movements.
She put her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tighter. Whenever she touched his shoulders or back, she could feel his rugged muscles and scars.
A feeling as if she would be pierced and split in half enveloped her entire body.
The voice of Lansil, who had been speaking so gently until now, also stopped.
The act of sharing pleasure progressed gently. She didn’t feel as much resistance as she expected; rather, words of approval came out naturally.
As she was swept away dizzily, it felt like her head might hit the cave wall from the force. His large hand protected her head, but that also meant she was trapped within his embrace.
The marks of the Crown Prince imprinted on her body had long since been erased. In her relationship with him, Ji-woo always struggled first, pushed him away, then ended up pleading against his relentless movements.
“Lansil, more inside…”
But now was different.
She didn’t know why. Was it because of his large hands cradling her head, taking the impact instead?
“Hnng… hnnng…”
If not that, was it the sense of liberation from being mentally free of the Crown Prince?
“Ugh… ugh…”
After moaning, demanding pleasure from Lansil several times, and enjoying it, Ji-woo started sobbing at some point.
Lansil wiped her tears and stopped moving.
“Why are you crying? Did it hurt?”
“No, it’s good. It’s good, Lansil…”
Lansil lowered his head. Their lips met, and his sweet tongue entered. It wasn’t a kiss roughly demanding pleasure. As if there were wounds inside her mouth, he meticulously licked the inside.
His large hand stroked her trembling shoulders, tidied her hair, and wiped her tears. The lips touching her forehead were more genuine than any kiss they had shared before.
He didn’t ask anything. Just like when she, with a desperate expression, had proposed this relationship, he simply acted as he thought would improve Ji-woo’s mood.
And so, Ji-woo found herself comforted by the touch of a stranger who knew nothing about her.
* * *
Her first relationship with a different race was excessively stimulating. It even came with physical side effects, which weren’t easily resolved.
Ji-woo, who had fallen asleep as easily as after a pleasant workout, looked for Lansil again as soon as she opened her eyes. Even after falling asleep following rough intercourse, what remained inside her made her heat up again.
From the moment she woke up, she was unbearably hot and itchy. She felt empty, as if something should be filling her up. With her mind hazy as if with a fever, she couldn’t think deeply. She just got up impulsively.
Lansil wasn’t beside her.
“Lansil. Lansil…”
Lansil, who had been tending to medicinal herbs at the cave entrance, was startled to see Ji-woo walking out of the cave not fully dressed and approached her. He lifted the Ji-woo who clung to him at once and went back inside the cave.
“If I’d known this would happen, I wouldn’t have been so hasty.”
“Lansil, more, more…”
Lansil tried to be careful, but Ji-woo rather clung to him urgently, urging him on.
Ji-woo’s reaction was closer to being drugged than desire. Unfocused eyes. Unceasing gasping breaths. A hot body. So he had deliberately distanced himself from her a bit to prepare an antidote, but Ji-woo wanted this more than medicine.
“Ah, Lansil. Good…”
“Ugh!”
But Lansil bit his lower lip and pulled his waist back. He tried not to go any further, but Ji-woo wrapped her smooth thighs around his waist.
At the dizzying sensation, Lansil squeezed his eyes shut and frowned.
“Keu-ugh…”
“Quickly, quickly. Okay?”
Damn it. At Ji-woo’s urging, Lansil had no choice but to move. He was powerless to resist because his Akarna wanted it. And more than half of it was due to his own desire flaring up.
He didn’t know how many times it had been. Every single moment was so good it made his mind melt.
“Ha.”
Lansil wiped down her sweat-drenched body.
The floating sensation, as if on cloud nine, gradually subsided. She hadn’t felt this pleasantly refreshed in a long time.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Hmm?”
Lansil was still full of worry.
It was his first time, and he seemed worried about all sorts of things; his reaction was rather cute, and Ji-woo chuckled.
“I’m fine. Ah, I feel good.”
“Then… isn’t your body supposed to detoxify this kind of thing?”
“Ah…”
Akarna was resistant not only to external wounds but also to poison. But since the temple hadn’t taught her everything about Akarna, Ji-woo herself didn’t know the details.
Still, she could guess.
That Lansil’s bodily fluids, though stimulating, weren’t harmful.
“Probably because it’s not acting as a toxin. It’s not harmful to me… that must be it.”
“I see.”
“Mhmm.”
Her own voice, echoing in the cave, sounded clear. It had always been dark, low, and cracked. She murmured once more.
“I really feel good.”
The fact that she couldn’t think of anything at all made it even better.
The mere fact that she hadn’t thought of the Crown Prince while being intimate with him.
* * *
As Ji-woo guessed, her heated body truly required no special detoxification. Ji-woo ate well and slept well, coupling with Lansil several more times. Doing so, her body quickly returned to normal.
When she woke up, she felt even better than before.
Although their plan had been temporarily derailed, Lansil said he would take Ji-woo to where his group lived, as originally planned.
His ankle still seemed to bother him considerably, as Lansil insisted on carrying Ji-woo.
“Before we go in, there’s something I should tell you.”
“What?”
“That… constitution of yours. It might be best to keep it hidden.”
“Do you think your group will try to use me?”
Lansil slowly shook his head.
“That’s not what I meant. You said someone would come to rescue you. If you want to go back… it’s best not to leave behind too much about yourself here.”
Saying this, Lansil pulled Ji-woo’s cloak hood down low, covering more than half of her face.
Before Ji-woo could say anything, Lansil spoke.
“Hang on tight.”
