The Point of No Return

‘Make me feel good?’

Lucian pressed his lips to hers as his hand, which had slipped inside her nightdress, traced along her waist.

When Shana flailed at the completely unexpected act, Lucian patted her back soothingly.

His eyes were hazy, yet his movements were meticulously careful.

Wherever Lucian touched, she could feel the strength drain out of her body.

Lucian licked the inside of her mouth as if it were a piece of candy.

It was something she had only ever seen in novels, and Shana could do nothing but rise onto her toes and scrape at the bed with them.

She had always thought that talk about bells ringing when you kissed was exaggerated.

Reality felt even worse.

It was like her brain had turned into vanilla ice cream and was melting away.

Lucian moved the hand that had been on her back down to her waist.

As he leaned closer, gradually pressing in, the contours of his body became unmistakably clear against her.

At first she thought it was accidental contact, but it felt deliberate.

With one hand, Lucian began to touch the space between her side and her chest.

With the other, he supported the back of her neck.

She felt dizzy now.

As a ticklish heat bloomed inside her, Shana thought she wanted to grab the blankets.

But with her hands blocked by the magic circle, even that was impossible.

Lucian’s hand kneaded along her ribs, pressing firmly, before drifting toward her chest.

Now all the heat in her body seemed to gather there.

He squeezed and released, careful not to hurt her, and Shana let out a sound.

“…Mm, ngh.”

The floating sensation she’d felt when she first woke up after taking the medicine came rushing back.

Lucian’s hand kept moving.

As he traced slow circles, brushing just shy of the center, Lucian lightly closed his hand around her chest.

“Ah.”

The moment a gasp slipped from Shana’s throat, Lucian’s movements quickened.

He pressed firmly, then even brushed against the sensitive nub at the center.

“Ngh, ah—!”

Each stroke drew sharper sounds from her throat.

“This is bad.”

Lucian whispered in a wet, heated voice.

“Your lips are too sweet. I can’t leave.”

“I even want to suck lower.”

“W-what?”

It didn’t sound like something Lucian could possibly say.

Ignoring Shana’s reaction, Lucian kissed her again and continued caressing her.

Shana had never once thought that something like this could make her feel good.

But this time was different.

It felt like fireworks were exploding in her head.

Her stomach tickled, the stimulation was too intense, and she wanted to retreat.

From her waist down to her limbs, it felt like her will no longer belonged to her.

Lucian sucked at her lips, touched her, and gripped her again and again, only letting go after a long while.

Shana exhaled deeply.

“…Hah!”

Only then did she realize that breathing had actually been difficult, despite the small pauses Lucian had given her.

As she breathed out, her ribs rose and fell.

Lucian gently stroked her cheek, then brushed a light peck against her lips.

‘Is he going to do it again?’

It felt good, but it was too much stimulation.

More than anything, the fact that she was doing this with Lucian made no sense at all.

“Stop. That’s enough.”

“Your face is red.”

Lucian gazed steadily at her.

Her lips, already pink, had turned a deep pomegranate red from his attention.

“Your lips are swollen too.”

Lucian traced her lower lip with his thumb.

“Well, you were doing that for ages. Of course they’re swollen.”

Lucian didn’t reply.

He kissed her lips once more, then began stroking her body again.

It felt almost like a massage, and surprisingly, it didn’t feel bad, so Shana let it be.

The fact that she was allowing this at all was proof that she was no longer thinking clearly.

Shana didn’t realize it.

Or rather, she was being swept along by the mood.

Strangely enough, Lucian knew exactly where to touch to make her feel good.

So what he’d said earlier hadn’t been a bluff.

Every touch made something warm and soft bloom low in her abdomen.

Sometimes it even felt like electricity was running through her whole body.

In the midst of it all, she felt frustrated that her hands were still bound.

“Lucian… my hands too. Untie them.”

Lucian instantly became wary.

“You’re not going to run away?”

“I won’t… This isn’t a dream.”

Lucian still looked doubtful, but eventually he snapped his fingers.

When her right hand was freed, Shana placed it on Lucian’s chest.

She did it because she remembered how persistently he’d touched her.

“See? I’m not running.”

It was meant as a kind of payback, but Lucian’s heart was beating astonishingly fast.

Lucian grabbed her hand.

Then he pushed her down onto the bed.

“I can’t hold back.”

“What? What was that just now?”

“It’s the first time you touched me first.”

Well, of course it was.

This kind of thing was new to begin with.

She’d only copied what Lucian had done to her, but Lucian looked genuinely moved.

Shana stared at him like that.

Come to think of it, his chest hadn’t felt bad.

She’d expected a muscular male body to be hard, but it was firm yet soft, fitting perfectly in her hand.

As she idly touched his chest, she noticed a straight scar running from his collarbone down across it.

She lightly pressed her lips to that spot.

Lucian’s gaze was so intent that Shana spoke reluctantly.

“I just… remembered I didn’t give you ointment last time.”

“People usually blow on wounds, right?”

“Maybe this will help?”

“Shasha.”

When Lucian reached his hand under her slip, Shana realized what he was about to do.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

Lucian said with a teasing expression.

Stop here?

Even as he said that, he kissed her cheek, as if planning to keep going until she refused.

Shana rubbed her thighs together and muttered,

“You can— ah!”

The moment he saw her permission, Lucian slid his hand under her slip before she could even finish speaking.

Shana’s eyes widened.

She hadn’t expected him to put his hand inside without removing her underwear.

Even though it was just a light brushing touch, an unbelievable surge of pleasure bloomed.

Lucian spread his palm and rubbed broadly below, and the instant his finger touched one particular spot, Shana felt her hips jerk upward.

“Hhk!”

She sucked in a sharp breath in shock.

‘W-what is this?’

She had never imagined it would feel like this.

Every single touch from Lucian made her cells seem to jump.

“Ngh, ah, ah…”

Compared to this, everything she’d felt before was nothing.

It was like all the pleasure in the world was condensed into a single point.

As he gently pressed and rubbed there, the sensitive core hidden beneath her soft flesh reared its head.

Her thighs trembled, and her mind went completely blank.

“W-wait, Lucian.”

But Lucian showed no sign of stopping, his hand only moving faster.

Each touch sent storm-like sensations crashing through her.

“Ah, h-hah…”

“Ah, Shasha.”

The moment Shana panted and grabbed Lucian’s arm, a shiver raced up her spine and she climaxed.

It felt like all the blood in her body rushed downward, then exploded all at once.

Even her brain felt like it burned white.

She didn’t need to look to know she was completely soaked.

Shana inhaled, then exhaled slowly.

Her heart was still pounding with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Lucian looked down at her without removing the fingers that had been indulging her, wearing a satisfied smile like a predator after a hunt.

That expression was unfair.

As that thought crossed her mind, Lucian suddenly slipped a finger inside her.

“Ah!”

Touching meant inside too?

A vein stood out on Lucian’s forehead.

Even with just one finger, she felt completely filled.

It was nothing like the earlier teasing outside.

Lucian lightly stroked her inside at first, then began to move his finger more deliberately.

Each motion was so stimulating it made her stomach churn.

“N-ngh, ah…”

Her mind felt like it was snapping apart.

Hearing her desperately hold back her voice, Lucian whispered into her ear.

“Don’t hold it in, Shasha. Please.”

Each movement drew out sticky fluid, and a sharp ache spread from her lower belly up to her waist.

At some point, the one finger inside her became two.

What had started as trembling at her waist spread until her whole body shook from head to toe.

“Ah, hngh, aaah!”

Shana cried out and clamped her legs together.

Seeing that, Lucian bent down and pushed his fingers even deeper.

“Again? That’s enough already!”

“No. Even if it’s a dream, I don’t want you to hurt.”

“I have to make sure you’re properly loosened.”

She didn’t understand what he was saying.

But just as he said, Lucian seemed to be using all his effort to gently work her inside.

She felt warm and soft beyond loosened now.

Yet Lucian persistently tormented the spot where all the pleasure had pooled.

“Ngh, ahh…”

A strained moan echoed from Shana’s lips.

Lucian brushed her hair back and kissed her, swallowing the sounds that filled the room.

Only after Shana climaxed once more did Lucian finally stop moving his hand.

“Hah…”

Shana stared up at the ceiling.

It felt like all her strength and tension had drained away.

Then it happened.

In the darkness, Lucian was holding her thighs apart, looking down at her.

As Shana’s face burned with embarrassment, Lucian climbed over her.

“I’m going to put it in now, Shasha.”