After I Died, He Died After Me Too - Chapter 21

Chapter 11.1

She always acted easily, but for him, every issue related to Bianca wasn’t easy. She still remained a difficult issue for him.

There was no way he could win against her.

“Looking at it, it almost seems like you know that and you’re doing it on purpose.”

Dexter loosened his cravat while watching the woman in front of him exuding pheromones on the bed. The rich scent entered his nostrils with every breath he took, filling him with a surge of desire. He barely managed to tear his gaze away from Bianca and headed to the window. As he pulled back the curtains, moonlight poured in. He opened the window wide and took a breath.

The night scent carried by the breeze softened her pheromones. Only then did he regain his composure and turn to gaze at Bianca, who was lying on the bed.

“It’s cold, hhng…”

She wouldn’t know how maddening the sweet yet subtle floral scent mixed with her body’s natural fragrance could be. Then, he pulled the blanket up and covered her.

At that moment, a hand warm with heat grabbed him, and the blanket that had covered her up to her neck was pulled away.

“Ha.”

He sighed as he looked down at her. She opened her eyes and stared directly at him, lying defenseless on the bed.

“Don’t let go… Hnngh, it’s warm.”

‘Who is calling who warm now?’

Bianca pulled his hand and rubbed it against her cheek.

“So you know how to do things like this, too. It’s a good thing I followed you to death.”

Dexter looked at Bianca, who wasn’t letting go of his hand as if it were something precious as she curled up her small body and clung to his hand. Even though the awakening heat wasn’t something that could be calmed by just a hand, he didn’t take the initiative. He didn’t want to embrace Bianca, who wasn’t in her right mind.

No, he wanted to lust after her like an animal, but he suppressed it. Her chemise was exposed, and through the thin fabric, her rounded breasts and her underwear were visible.

“Uuhng… Nngh.”

Bianca grabbed his hand with an expression that seemed to ask him to do something about her. She didn’t ask for help even if she was about to die. It seemed she didn’t know that this would only arouse his desire to win.

“Lady Astri.”

He called her lowly. The blood rushing to his lower party was unbearable. He let out a muffled groan and lifted his head up.

“I always have to lose.”

As it had always been.

She might not know, though it would be the same this time as well. She wouldn’t remember this.

“Hht!”

Grabbing her ankle, he slowly licked his way downward with his tongue as her soft flesh clung to his tongue, sticky and yielding. His chest tightened at the sweet scent.

“Haht… more, more.”

As Bianca grabbed his hair as he nestled between her legs, he moved as she desired.

“Stop whining.”

He let out a ragged breath and spoke soothingly.

‘D*mn it… this is driving me crazy.’

Perhaps because she had lost her rationality, Bianca’s pheromones were running wild. The scent was maddening, though what drove him even more wild was her gaze and expression as she looked at him. He grabbed the ankle he held in one hand with both hands and spread them apart. Then, lewdly, he bit down on the already wet underwear with his lips.

When he pushed aside the wet underwear, fluid began to trickle out.

“You’ve managed to endure in this state.”

“No… please.”

Bianca’s blue eyes became cloudy again as her underwear continued to get wetter. Her body was reacting differently than her words.

“Lady Astri. Whether you refuse or accept, just make a choice.”

He had no intention of imprinting her. He just intended to help her enough so she could breathe. Since she didn’t seem likely to reach out to him first, she would endure alone until the point of death, or even if it meant dying.

“It’s okay, relax. I’m not going to imprint.”

It was amusing to be talking with his d*ck still erect, but her permission was important to him. Bianca’s choice, resembling that of Edith who didn’t want to be imprinted, was both a necessity and a good thing for him.

As if she understood what he said, her legs relaxed.

As he pushed her wet underwear aside, his mind was clouded by the flowing fluid. He wasn’t accustomed to such strong pheromones, perhaps because he had never been involved with a high-rank Guide before.

When he spread her wet p*ssy with his hand, it was already quite loosened.

He slowly licked the red flesh with his tongue. The delicate flesh melted on his tongue, and more of her bodily fluids mixed with her natural scent flowed out than before. Between the parted folds, Dexter exhaled languidly, overwhelmed by the strong pheromones.

He opened his mouth and gently sucked on her cl*toris.

“Hahht!”

Bianca’s body trembled violently.

Despite this, she pressed his head down with her hands. Though it wasn’t a deliberate action, it was enough to stimulate him. His tongue explored her v*gina. He spread the parted folds with his hand and lazily licked the red flesh. He intended to savor this time, allowing her to regain her composure as slowly as possible.

The sounds of flesh meeting flesh were soon drowned out by Bianca’s moans.

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