Beast in the Woods, Deep in the Night - Chapter 22.1

Chapter 22.1

He could feel his heart beating faster as he approached the woman. Edgar felt the urge to defile Christine right there and then.

He wanted to unleash all his desires, amplified infinitely by the moonlight, on her and warn her never to engage in such subtle tricks again.

But he tried hard to ignore his burning body.

“I have no intention of falling for your nonsense, so get up.”

“…?”

Christine looked at Edgar, who approached her while barely able to move his chin as if he was possessed. Even though his body heated up and his breath was getting a little rough, he rejected her so clearly that it hurt her pride deeply.

But Edgar didn’t seem to have any intention of changing his mind.

“Or you can stay here alone.”

“L-let’s go together.”

Christine stood up with a frown on her face. The wet nightdress was clinging to her body as she intended. She could feel his dark green eyes staring at the curves of her body, which were perfectly exposed.

Instead of waiting for her to grab her cloak, which had become dusty and wet, he walked first with his back to the valley. Christine gave up on her cloak in a hurry and followed him. Then, she grabbed his hand.

“… It’s scary because it’s dark,” she said in a soft voice. Edgar didn’t shake her hand off for some reason. But he didn’t slow down his pace.

Christine measured his pulse while pretending to caress his hand, which had bulging tendons.

His heart was beating fast, as if it was in an abnormal condition. It was certainly not because he was walking fast. Soon, Christine realized that the reason he did not spend more time with her in the valley was that he did not intend to engage in violent s*x outdoors.

“…”

Was it because she was walking looking at Edgar’s wide back woven with muscles? Christine’s heart began to pound violently. Even though the pain caused by the curse had completely subsided because she was in contact with him, her chest was tingling.

Suddenly, Edgar’s mansion appeared at the end of the trail. Before he could shake off her hand, Christine made eye contact and opened her mouth.

“Edgar, you need to come back as soon as possible without getting hurt. I’m going to miss you.”

She stood on her tiptoes to say goodbye and placed her hand on his chest for a moment for balance, intending to kiss him lightly on the cheek. But just as she pressed her lips against his cheek and was about to withdraw, he put his big hand around her chin and immediately brought his lips over hers.

His slick, wet tongue forced her lips open and dug into her mouth. There was impatience in the way he found Christine’s stiff tongue and rubbed against it.

Christine didn’t shy away from his kiss. There was no reason to avoid touching him as it would make her body feel like new the moment she did. Even more so if the other person was skilled enough to make her moan involuntarily.

“Hnng…”

She reached out and placed her arms around his shoulders. She did as he asked, roughly entangling their tongues and swallowing the sticky saliva.

The more Edgar strengthened the grip on her chin and pulled her face closer, and the more he moved his head, bowing deeply, to a different angle, the more her heart pounded.

Soon, her back touched the exterior wall of the building, shaded by the trees. A cold sensation spread through her wet clothes, but she did not feel cold. The heat touching the front part of her body was enough to make her feel warm.

Edgar pulled her wet nightdress to hip height. Christine flinched as her legs and hips were exposed in the open air.

“… What if someone sees us—hng!”

“You just have to be quiet.”

Edgar squeezed her right buttock tightly. His hand soon slid down and grabbed her thigh, lifting it.

Christine stood on one foot and wrapped one leg around his waist. As she did, his lower part, which had been fiercely angry for a long time, touched her between her open legs. She could feel the tip of his member rising as if it was about to pierce through his pants and her wet underwear and enter her.

Edgar pressed his lower body between her legs, her wet underwear clinging to the area between her legs. The moment his thing toucher her, her underwear became slippery with bodily fluids.

He pulled her dress by the chest area with all his might, seemingly having lost his reason. The thin nightdress was easily torn apart by his touch.

However, as soon as her breasts slipped out of her torn garments, Christine opened her mouth.

“… I’m sorry. I did this even though you said you weren’t in the mood to do it with me.”

“What?”