Refusing Your Ex-Husband’s Obsession: A Guide - Chapter 221

Chapter 221

Translator: Yonnee

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He squinted and shook his head as the once distant voice now echoed clearly.

“…Ciel! Please, come to your senses!”

Still dazed, Ciel tried to look at her but couldn’t control his eyes. His fingers, too weak to move, couldn’t wipe her tears.

Desperate to do something, he relaxed as he felt her warm lips press against his cold ones. Her breath and guiding energy flowed through the gap in their lips.

Irene, standing on her toes, wrapped her arms firmly around Ciel’s neck—he was still hovering in the air. She was determined not to let him go, feeling his skin burning hot.

She embraced his feverish nape, trying to prevent him from being swept away by the wind.

Had he not reached out his hand to her even briefly, Irene might still be helplessly doing nothing on the ground. Therefore, she clung to Ciel, still suspended in the air.

“Ciel!”

She hoped he would open his eyes, even for a moment, to see that it wasn’t too late.

“Please, open your eyes.”

She continuously flowed her guiding into him through the skin contact, but he struggled to regain consciousness. Irene pressed her lips to his again for a stronger guiding.

As Ciel’s body swayed unstably in the air, their lips parted, but Irene was persistent. She bit his smooth lips, as he often did, and slipped her tongue in, licking the inside of his cheek with a strong surge of energy.

With each breath she took, as her energy flowed into him, Ciel seemed to respond, gradually letting out quiet groans.

Irene closed her eyes tightly, stroking his hair gently. Despite her tears, she didn’t stop comforting him as he groaned in pain. She wanted to alleviate his suffering.

Was there any Esper who had experienced a rampage twice? The thought of him suffering through this terrible experience again made her heart ache with compassion and anger.

However, her primary concern was Ciel, so her anger at Seo-yoon, who had caused all this, dissipated leaving only residual embers.

Irene licked diligently inside his mouth—his saliva, the bumpy roof of his mouth, and his slowly stirring tongue, breathing out hot breaths.

“Haah…”

She stroked his nape and ears with affectionate touches, praying for him to regain consciousness.

She was so engrossed in pouring her energy into him that she didn’t realize her feet were now firmly on the ground.

She didn’t need to stand on tiptoes anymore, busy with guiding him. She caressed his scalp tenderly and whispered urgently whenever their lips parted.

“Ciel, it’s me… I’m here. Please, come back to me.”

Her voice trembled thinly with moisture. Was it too late? Like in the past, had she missed the timing? What if her guiding no longer worked?

As her anxiety grew, her mind was flooded with all sorts of negative scenarios.

“You have something you want to say to me, right? You have to say it formally. That’s when I’ll respond…”

Though her words were in reproach, her tone was far from it, trembling with unease.

“Didn’t you say you want to live happily… to be my husband again? Why are you like this… Ciel, please…”

“……”

Ciel, unable to discern whether he was in reality or a dream, merely blinked vacantly. As his consciousness gradually returned, his body, once floating in the wind, slowly descended to the ground.

Feeling the tender lips that were softly sucking on his, he closed his eyes once more, heightening the sense of ecstasy. As she slightly parted her lips, a small tongue slipped in, thoroughly exploring the insides of his mouth, pouring her guiding energy into him.

Electric-like sensations coursed through his body, eliciting involuntary moans from him.

“Huu…”

Ciel reached out with both hands, gently grasping her slender waist and back, crossing over to her shoulders. He slowly rubbed her back while their bodies pressed tightly together. Capturing her small, exploring tongue with his, they intertwined deeply. Slightly tilting his head, he pushed his tongue deeper, embracing hers.

And holding her shoulders, then moving his hands to support her nape, he delved even more deeply with his tongue, his eyelids fluttering.

He was so enraptured, feeling as though he might lose himself entirely in the sensation. Regardless of where they were, he wanted to protect her with his entire being, to shield her beneath him.

However, realizing there were still matters to attend to, he reluctantly released her, gently clutching the soft hair at the tips of his fingers as he slowly separated their lips.

“Haa… Ciel?”

Every time Irene called his name, a tingling sensation spread in his lower abdomen. Suppressing his burgeoning desire, Ciel responded,

“Yes, Irene.”