by Geli Cake
"What are you curious about?"
"Will you answer everything?"
"I will."
"Honestly?"
Does he really not trust me? I nodded a couple of times, and Haylan asked,
"What kind of person do you like? Your ideal type."
"I haven't really thought about it specifically, but these days, I think I like someone who is kind and likes me."
I said, thinking of a specific person. I didn't have an ideal type. Maybe my ideal type had become whoever I happened to be attracted to. Perhaps even if I met someone else after Haylan, I would still look for traces of him in them.
"One more thing. What do you think about when you're… alone?"
"...."
Is he curious about these things now that he's older? …No, wait. Actually, Haylan had always been a bit strange. Back when I knew him as Lena, he used to watch me intently while I was masturbating.
Now that I thought about it, maybe he was just curious.
How would Haylan react if he knew I was thinking about him back then? I couldn't imagine him jumping for joy… Would he blush and smile shyly? Or would he laugh at me, saying he knew it all along…?
I didn't know, but one thing was certain. I couldn't tell him the truth. It was too embarrassing! So I kept my mouth shut and offered a fabricated excuse.
"I… just imagine things from books I've read."
Haylan's eyes narrowed. He looked displeased.
"You lecture me about staying away from those kinds of books."
"But you're going overboard. Are you planning to read every single erotic novel out there? How many books have you bought since we came here?"
"Let's get one thing straight. Every book has something to teach us. I learn about life from books. I'm trying to absorb the way people think, act, and speak. It's for educational purposes. But what about you? You're saying you do it while imagining things from books?"
"...."
It was too late to backpedal now. If I told him the truth, he would ask why I lied, and then I would have to confess that I was, in fact, thinking about him.
'Well, whose fault is it that you're so beautiful?'
Who told you to approach me so casually? You were the one who looked at me that way first. You were the one who confessed your feelings first.
It was worse now than before. I had to keep my wits about me whenever I made eye contact with Haylan. His eyes seemed to have some sort of magic; whenever his gaze which had been focused elsewhere turned towards me, and I saw myself reflected in his round irises, it was more stimulating than any erotic scene.
I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I had even thought about him while I was taking a bath recently.
"Someone told me that seduction is about exploiting a person's weaknesses."
He suddenly pulled my hand forcefully, and I stumbled clumsily, falling on top of him. I braced myself with my hands on the bed and froze, flustered, looking at his face trapped between my arms.
'Too close.'
Haylan, lying beneath me, stared up at me with an intense gaze. He spoke in a gentle voice,
"You're usually so firm with me, but you melt whenever you see my face. You said you liked my face…"
"…D-Did I?"
"You said I was cute."
"That was…! When you were this small!"
"Am I not cute in my grown-up form?"
He tilted his head slightly and asked coyly. Haylan was attacking me with his face again.
Well… I trailed off, trying to find the right words, but my mind went blank, and my thoughts became jumbled.
"...!"
"Why aren't you answering?"
Haylan wrapped his arms around my neck and rolled slightly to the side, pulling me with him. He nibbled on his lip, waiting for my answer. His teasing kisses made me impatient, and finally, after much stammering, I managed to squeeze out an answer.
"You're… beautiful now."
"...."
The demanding kisses suddenly stopped. Haylan looked at me, smiled faintly, and said,
"You're being honest."
I didn't understand what he meant until he ran his tongue over my lips. Drip. My nose was bleeding. Again.
"Damn it."
"I told you not to tilt your head back. You don't usually seem like it, but you're surprisingly dumb about the weirdest things."
You don't learn, do you? Haylan held the back of my head, preventing me from instinctively tilting it back, and continued kissing me. When I tried to keep my mouth shut, breathless, he pushed his thumb inside my mouth and forced it open.
"Mmm…"
He kissed and sucked on my lips, my tongue, even my nose. All I could do was moan. I was practically being ravished by him.
Haylan continued kissing my cheeks and forehead, sucking on my tongue, and licking the blood trickling from my nose until the bleeding stopped. My mind was a mess.
'You liar!'
He had said blood was disgusting and scary, but his actions didn't match his words.
"Strange."
"…What is?"
"Your blood isn't disgusting. Rather…"
"...."
"I like it."
His words didn't make sense, but I knew he genuinely liked me. That was enough.
Haylan gazed into my eyes, then resumed what he was doing. We shifted positions, rolling around on the bed, and I ended up straddling him again. Feeling something like a water bottle beneath my thigh, I reached down to move it.
"...."
What's this?
I grabbed it, wondering why there was such a large water bottle on the bed, and Haylan flinched, letting out a rare, suppressed moan.
'What?'
I realized what I had done from his reaction. Haylan raised an eyebrow and asked,
"Isn't that seduction technique a bit too direct?"
"...!"
Oh my god. No!
I quickly pulled my hand away as if burned. But Haylan grabbed me and rolled over again, preventing my escape.
"I understand now."
"…Listen, I didn't mean to do that."
"It wasn't a million words but a single experience that broadened my world…"
What experience?! What experience?!
He took my hand and placed it between his legs. I thought I saw his cheeks flush slightly.
"I rather like your clumsy seduction technique. The way your hands move, true to your desires, is impressive."
"...."
"Can you feel it? How big it is because of you?"
Yes, I can feel it. If it wasn't the middle of the night, I would have screamed. My nose started bleeding again. Damn it, was there a way to strengthen my mucous membranes…?
"Are you still not willing to reconsider your prejudice against doing this unless we're dating?"
"No. Absolutely not."
"How about making me your lover right now?"
"Unfortunately, promises must be kept. You're still shorter than me."
"What are you talking about? It's big because of you…"
"I can feel it!"
Aaaaagh! This is a dream!
I buried my face in the blankets, covered my mouth, and screamed internally.
"It feels so good it's like a dream."
"That's impossible…!"
"Just kidding."
"...."
Haylan had a knack for delivering jokes that didn't sound like jokes. He teased me like this sometimes, and I, like a fool, always fell for it.
What made it even more unbearable was what he said as he nudged his knee between my legs.
"You're like this because of me, too."
"...?"
It was true. Right now, I wasn't poisoned or under the influence of drugs. I was completely conscious, and so was Haylan.
Without even realizing it…
"This time, it's not because of a book, it's because of me. I made you hard. Remember this day clearly."
Unable to tell him that it had always been him, my face burned crimson. I felt like I might explode if pricked with a needle.
Unable to bear the overwhelming embarrassment, I pushed Haylan away and fled to my room. The late hour had its advantages.
Due to his insufficient mana, the teleportation circle was practically one-way, so Haylan couldn't follow me right now.
"...!"
Through the window, I saw Haylan raise his hand slightly towards me. He looked disappointed as he mouthed the words,
'Goodnight.'
"...."
I averted my gaze, crouched on the floor, and took care of my pent-up desire. Soon after, the throbbing ache between my legs, fueled by Haylan, released a cloudy spurt.
'This is ridiculous.'
I was the one who fell for his clumsy seduction. Not Haylan! All he did was blink a few times, smile at me, and tell me he liked me, and that was enough to make me hard. And I only realized the change he had caused after he pointed it out. That's how much I had lost my mind, entranced by the atmosphere he created.
I immediately erased all traces with a cleansing spell, buried my face in my pillow, and screamed to my heart's content.