At the End of the Hidden Greenery - Chapter 160

This person often showed possessiveness and obsession without hesitation, yet when Jiwoo accepted it, he would turn into a docile lamb. It seemed as though he lived assuming that the other person would always reject him.

This time, when Jiwoo pulled him in, he quietly followed.

She sat him on the bed and gently guided his face to kiss him. Despite all the previous avoidance and rejection, he passively accepted the kiss. Or rather, he was passive, not so much docile.

Normally, when they kissed, he would wrap his arms around her, pull her close, or grip her neck, but this time, he simply sat still, accepting her kiss. He almost reached out to embrace her out of habit but stopped, leaving his arms awkwardly hanging in the air.

Callan, who usually had almost no scent, now emitted a dense fragrance. His saliva also tasted far sweeter than usual.

It was so sweet that Jiwoo pulled back first, her lips tingling from the sweetness.

“It’s sweet.”

“…Poison tends to be sweet, Seo Jiwoo.”

Callan, who had been stiff during the kiss, now looked at Jiwoo with a worried expression. It seemed that even though he had referred to it as poison, he was still concerned.

“Is it lucky that I’m Akarna?”

Jiwoo said it as a joke, but Callan’s smile faded as he stared at her intently.

“Why?”

“Because you said that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said it was lucky that I’m Akarna.”

Jiwoo had once said she never wanted to become anything like Akarna, but now she was accepting it with a strange sense of happiness.

“I think it’s lucky too, in many ways…”

Callan had been the first to see Akarna’s usefulness and had approached her for that purpose. But now, there was no sign of that calculating approach. He seemed genuinely happy that Jiwoo had fully embraced herself.

Jiwoo gently caressed Callan’s lips, intending to kiss him again, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Callan, staring at her as if he wanted to devour her, took her finger into his mouth, sucking on it with his lips and tongue.

“Uht…”

The warm, soft membrane of his mouth wrapped around her finger, teasing it with a slow, sensual motion. The purple hue of his tongue, when it appeared, seemed almost lascivious. Was it the poison inside that made it such a color?

Callan always approached Jiwoo in this clingy, almost sticky way, but due to his refreshing appearance, Jiwoo often didn’t fully recognize the intensity of his actions.

However, now that his appearance was more like this, his behavior felt much more intense.

Though he had always carried poison inside him, he had hidden it until now. But now, it seemed like he was revealing his true nature.

‘It suits him, though…’

After a while, Callan pulled his mouth away from Jiwoo’s finger and asked,

“How is it?”

“It’s fine.”

Jiwoo flexed her fingers, feeling the heat building where his saliva had touched. The poison from Ellandos would likely be sticky, and any part that had even a little of his saliva on it was now burning with heat.

‘I think I’m becoming more sensitive too.’

Perhaps because they were so close, Jiwoo could feel his breath every time Callan exhaled.

And every time his breath grazed the fingers he had just kissed and sucked, a tingling sensation lingered there.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Callan didn’t seem convinced, as though he could hear how Jiwoo’s heartbeat had grown louder and faster.

When Jiwoo nodded, Callan lowered his lips to her palm, his eyes locked on hers with a predatory intensity.

He began to carefully lick her palm. Everywhere his tongue touched seemed to burn and her skin flushed with heat.

“Uht, ung…”

Jiwoo let out a faint moan. Callan narrowed his eyes at her reaction. He pulled her wrist toward him and gently lowered her onto the bed. He held her face and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

The sensual motion of his tongue claimed every corner of her mouth, leaving behind a sticky, honey-like sweetness. It felt as though she was trying to hold onto something elusive—a jelly that escaped every time she tried to catch it. Struggling to breathe, Jiwoo pressed a hand against his chest and pulled back.

“Uht, it’s too sweet. Just a moment.”

“Of course.”

Even his breath felt heavy, as though the atmosphere between them had thickened. It wasn’t just the charged atmosphere. His humid breath genuinely seemed to carry a palpable weight.

Sensing her hesitation, Callan leaned closer and asked. His expression held no trace of a smile. Instead, it looked like a beast about to pounce on its prey. Yet, his tone was soft, familiar to Jiwoo.

“Would you like more?”

“Yes… more.”

Jiwoo nodded as if entranced.

Callan changed his position and guided Jiwoo to lie down fully. One hand tangled in her hair, stroking her scalp, while the other slipped effortlessly beneath her clothing.

“Haa…”

His fingers deftly loosened her clothes, exposing her skin to the cool air. His lips moved from her mouth to her cheek, and then down to her neck.

As he trailed his tongue languidly along her neck, Callan whispered near her ear.

“Rather than you consuming the poison, it seems I’m taking the antidote, don’t you think?”

“Yes… yes, ah…!”

Was this the effect of the poison? It felt like a hot, slithering sensation, as though a fiery snail was crawling across her skin, leaving sticky trails in its wake.

Soon, his warm, wet tongue traveled down to her collarbone, then lower, closing over her chest.

“Uht…”

“Haa…”

Callan’s breath grew ragged. He must have been extremely restrained during the kiss. The same was true of his movements, which became bolder.

He pulled Jiwoo’s clothing completely aside, sliding his hands beneath her back to cradle her closer. Holding her firmly in place, he let his tongue explore her body, tracing circles around her chest before taking her n*pple into his mouth.

When his teeth grazed the sensitive peak, followed by a firm suck, Jiwoo flushed deeply.

“Uung…”

As Jiwoo squirmed under him, Callan released her for just a moment and whispered.

“Even as a medicine, Seo Jiwoo tastes delicious.”