Beast in the Woods, Deep in the Night - Chapter 45.1

Chapter 45.1

Christine noticed that Edgar was making different demands than usual in order to test her, because otherwise, there was no reason to ask for her to seduce him as she always did.

‘He usually just avoided me when I tried to sneak up on him and behaved lustfully.’

However, what he was trying to verify through this test was still questionable. She was guilty of the crime she committed, so she couldn’t help but tense up in response to every meaningful action he showed.

As an elite member of the Golden Horseshoe Guild who could easily read people’s intentions and use them to her advantage, this was the first time she had such a poor understanding of someone’s psychology.

In the end, she smiled and asked a question.

“Did you miss me flirting with you?”

“That’s not it.”

“Seriously… You’re too straightforward, relying on your handsome face.”

Christine barely resisted the urge to say what she wanted to say, as Edgar raised an eyebrow slightly as if telling her to do it.

“…”

Since she couldn’t find a way out, she decided to respond to his test.

She gradually leaned down, intending to kiss him lightly on the cheek and then get away. His desk was wider than she had thought, so she had to half-sit down to kiss him.

Sitting with one side of her hips across the desk, Christine caught a glimpse of an unexpected movement. She saw his eyes turning to her chest as she approached him, and then quickly moving somewhere else.

“Oh my, you beast. Where are you looking?”

“…”

Edgar didn’t make any excuse that he wasn’t looking at it. Christine chuckled, finding that somehow amusing. He had always given off an inexplicable rough atmosphere, but now, he felt a little like an ordinary person.

She looked at Edgar, sweeping her hair behind her ears so that it wouldn’t get in the way. Thinking about it, it seemed like this was the first time she had ever looked at his face so closely.

‘The only time we made such close eye contact was when we were having s*x.’

Christine studied his face carefully. His elaborately sculpted forehead, nose, and jawline formed the perfect backdrop, and his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips were placed on top of them as if meticulously drawn with a brush.

She was definitely looking at the face of a living person, but it felt like she was appreciating a work of art painted in accordance with the golden ratio.

In particular, his deep green eyes were reminiscent of the dense and windy Black Forest. His eyes were so deep that if you stared at them quietly, you would feel like you were being sucked in.

So, she became a little curious.

What kind of expression did that man with such a perfect face make as he carried her away from a place she shouldn’t have been and stayed by her side all night?

“…”

Did he look at her with scary eyes because he thought it was disgraceful? Or did he feel a little sorry for her and sweep her hair?

Even if he only sipped on his glass of alcohol with an indifferent face, the fact that he was there by her side didn’t change.

The moment her train of thought reached that point, Christine shifted her gaze to his lips. The well-shaped lips suited his face perfectly.

She was about to kiss his cheek lightly and pull away but impulsively placed her lips over his.

It felt strange to press the tip of her nose against his, so she pulled away, tilted her head, and approached him again. As she pressed her weight down on him while kissing him, he reached out and grabbed her cheeks firmly.

The stronger his grip was, the more her heart pounded as if an electric current was running through it.

Christine stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked his lower lip carefully. His tongue slipped through her parted lips.

“Hng…”

The hot flesh slowly scanned her mouth. The languid movement, devoid of any impatience, made her more excited.

She tangled her tongue with his in search of stimulation. With each friction between their tongues, her saliva became gradually stickier, and heat spread across her cheeks.

The more their lips and wet mucous membranes met and rubbed against each other, the more heated her body got.

She could feel his breathing getting a little heavier as well.

Edgar, who had been languidly nibbling on her lips, was now roughly pushing his mouth against her without giving her a moment to breathe.

“Open your mouth more.”

“Aah…”

Edgar grabbed her face and ran his tongue through her teeth, stimulating her. He entangled his tongue with hers so harshly that it was painful, and deliberately explored her mouth more roughly. It seemed as if he was venting his anger on her.

No, that might be correct.

It was funny how she kept her distance, counting the days when she would leave, knowing that there would be no answer without his help. Wasn’t she the one who approached him first? Edgar pressed his lips together to figure out what the unrefined feelings he had for Christine were.

In the meantime, her lips were soft and her tongue, intertwining with his, was smooth. He didn’t want any of the sweet saliva to spill, so he continued to covet her lips.

He kept sucking her lower lip, to the point he felt sorry when comparing it with the upper lip.

“…”