Chapter 94

“My Lord?”

He reached Liv with only a few steps and bent down.

His hand came to touch Liv’s leg, where her stocking was halfway down. His hand, holding the back of her thigh, slowly trailed over the flesh and down to the back of her knee.

“… It’s all better.”

He guessed it was around this area. The place with the ugly bruises and bloody spots.

The wound was probably minor, for the scar was barely visible. He pressed his finger firmly into the dent behind her knee, and Liv gulped down a gasp and flinched away. He could see the thin, fine hairs rising up close.

She couldn’t bring herself to shake his hand, but the way she squirmed suggested that she wanted him to let go. Alas, Demus only tightened his grip on her leg.

“Teacher, you do realize that I’m lusting after you, right?”

The squirming body stiffened at once. Demus raised his head and looked at Liv. Looking up from below, her long, lush eyelashes were particularly well defined. Liv was silent as she fluttered her eyelashes, and then she slowly moved her lips.

“… Yes.”

“You do, but are you seducing me anyway?”

“Yes.”

Her answer this time came out a bit faster.

“I’m seducing you, sir.”

Demus suddenly found the situation hilarious. Her eyes were quite determined, as one might expect from someone who had no idea how those who had acted coquettishly in his presence had been humiliated. And the way his body responded to the most clumsy and awkward act of seduction he had ever seen.

Releasing his grip, Demus raised himself. He moved a little closer to Liv, and her rounded breasts pressed against the underside of Demus’ sternum. It was softer than he had expected.

“What if I don’t fall for it?”

Liv was silent for a moment at the question. But then, with a hint of defiance, she answered.

“How could you ask me that, my Lord? The choice is yours.”

Demus didn’t bother to stifle his laughter.

“You’re very smart, Teacher. I like it.”

The movement of his hand around Liv’s nape was gentle, but that was as far as his patience would go.

…

Unlike Demus, who was fully clothed, Liv was naked. This made the changes in her skin more visible.

She seemed to be expecting him to undress as well, but was quickly caught off guard when Demus pushed her down onto the bed with a kiss. She looked too preoccupied to think about Demus’ clothes, much less to control the heat rising in her body. When he rubbed her with his gloved hands, the white flesh turned red easily.

Staring at the glaring trace, Demus narrowed his eyes.

“Does it hurt?”

“… I’m fine, my Lord.”

Liv’s voice vibrated slightly as she answered, perhaps from nervousness. Demus didn’t ask further and moved his fingers again.

His long fingers grasped the jutting nipple and twisted it, and he felt Liv’s body flinch beneath him. The longer he rubbed the hardened nipple, as if playing with a grape, the greater her jerking motion became.

What would this taste like if I bit into it?

In truth, at some point in his life, Demus had thought of sex as filthy.

Aside from the fact that he hated showing his scarred body to other people, he also felt dirty about the body fluids the other person would release as they gasped for air. And if they jumped on him in arousal, let alone felt the same way, he’d want to punch them in the face with his fist.

That being said, it wasn’t that he didn’t have a sex drive. He just didn’t feel the need to release it with a woman. For him, it could be solved by masturbation, which he could handle in moderation and finish in a short amount of time.

By the time he started participating in the war, he found killing more stimulating than sex.

He had some knowledge about sex, had heard of it, and had once been dragged to an orgy and seen naked people tangled together in a nasty mess. But that wasn’t all. What he saw on the battlefield was worse than he could have imagined.

Those various experiences built up his dislike for it.

It was rare for him to be so interested in someone else’s body. Much to the surprise of anyone who had seen him over the years, he was currently aroused by the woman in front of him.

What’s so special about her?

He wondered what was so special about this woman, who acted bravely, doing an awkward strip show, but then lying down stiffly like a wooden doll.

“… Is it curiosity?”

“Pardon?”

Shuddering, Liv asked at the sound of Demus’ muttering. However, instead of answering, he tightened his grip on her chest. Liv gasped hard and squeezed her eyes shut.

This woman was clearly a stranger to all of this. Perhaps she had never allowed herself to be touched in this way by another.

This must be the first time she had ever been so obedient, so helpless, and writhing.