It’s Not Night - Chapter 167.2

Hezel was an impossible sanctuary, a utopia as someone had once described. A place lacking nothing because everything existed here. A place where one could live peacefully without work, where no one demanded anything of anyone. In such a Hezel, everyone quietly enjoyed their lives at their own pace.

‘Maybe living here, I’ll slowly forget everything. Maybe one day, I’ll truly accept Dustin…’

Perhaps time is the only answer. Just like Rio or Hailey adapting to life in Hezel and letting all outside concerns fade away, Andra might find herself sincerely professing love to Dustin, as he often declares his love to her.

Over time, this paradoxical feeling she occasionally wrestles with might diminish. And perhaps, after an irrevocable amount of time has passed, they might even forget that there ever was any conflict between them, living just as Andra and Dustin, much like any other couple.

But what if it doesn’t fade?

What if she can never truly forgive?

Suddenly, two questions flashed through Andra’s mind. She opened her eyes that she had tightly shut. A sense of unease began to creep up from a corner of her heart, as if someone’s voice was rifling through her mind, whispering.

How can you forget? How can you live with forgetting such a bitter past? Are you sure that what you’re feeling now is love? What if it’s just a fleeting illusion? Can you truly tell him you love him?

Andra thought these questions posed by the voice were valid, as she too occasionally doubted whether her feelings towards Dustin were truly love. Could her delight in seeing the man who once looked down on her now begging for her love be mistaken for affection?

Moreover, the magic that had entangled them since the Aslan ruins had now disappeared. There was no longer any compulsion for them to maintain their relationship. If Andra chose to push Dustin away and go her way, there would be no repercussions for her.

Yet, her hesitation suggested…

“What are you thinking about?”

Dustin, who had returned with freshly made food, quietly asked Andra. She gazed back into his light green eyes and softly opened her mouth.

“Just thinking about wanting to forget everything.”

“…”

“Sometimes, when I think too much, I wonder if this is really living.”

Andra sat up and snatched the plate Dustin had brought in. It was filled with deliciously cooked meat and vegetables.

I’ll eat well.. She said as she poked a vegetable with her fork.

* * *

“It’s up again.”

Not long after he had came, his e**ction was throbbing in her hand again and increasing in size. Andra looked on with a slightly disgusted expression.

She had hoped that after several climaxes there would be no more demands from him through the night, but that was a firm misconception. Dustin’s p**is knew no shame, surging at every opportunity.

As Andra tightened her grip and stroked his p**is, it began to release more se*en that he had not spewed earlier. Her hand and arm were soon messy with the sticky fluid. When she covered the tip with her other hand as if to block it, Dustin trembled slightly.

“Ha… Kuht, Andra, stop now…”

His voice came out strained, as if he was gasping for air, almost seeming stoic in his own way. Andra stopped her motion and looked directly at Dustin, who was now blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back, kneeling in front of her.

“This isn’t too bad, actually.”

“Andra, please…”

“Please what?”

The truth was, Andra had blindfolded and kneeled Dustin simply on a whim driven by her swirling emotions. Much like she had impulsively decided to lash out at him before, she had pushed him to the floor, blindfolded him with a piece of cloth, and tied his arms because they were annoying.

“Do you want me to put it in?”

“Haa, I want to. Right now, inside you…”

As Andra gently massaged and stroked the tip, Dustin began to rock his hips slightly. With her other hand, she touched his bare, broad chest, feeling its firm and muscular texture beneath her palm. This new sensation, so different from her own softer body, made her curiously explore his chest more intently.

“Amazing….”
Having often felt his wide chest against her back as Dustin held her while they slept, this was her first time exploring it up close with her hands.

Additionally, the firm and flat feel of his chest reminded her of how during their affair, she had frantically pushed against his chest and abdomen to fend him off, making Andra tightened her lower abdomen..

Remembering how he had pressed up against her also sent a wave of warmth through her body. Andra moved the hand that had been exploring his chest to his shoulder, gently pressing between her legs against his pillar.

“Uhng…”

As she moved, the prominent veins began to grate against her hidden peak. Soon, Andra shifted her grip from his pillar to his shoulder and starting to move her hips more deliberately. The swollen head nudged her cli*oris, poking her belly as if trying to make its way inside.

“Huht, Andra…”

The creamy substance from before smeared across Andra’s groin and stomach, making squelching sounds as the contact area between them heated up quickly. Andra let out soft moans, urging herself on by pressing her cli*oris harder against him and picked up the pace.

“Huuhng…ung…”

“Ah, please, Andra…”

As he was tied up and unable to pull her closer, Dustin moaned in pain. The blindfold prevented him from seeing Andra grinding against him, making him more frustrated. Her movements would undoubtedly be erotic and alluring.

This was often the reason he was in heat just by looking at her.