A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 101

A pleasure so intense it felt like every hair on his body stood on end devoured his senses.

Even the breath he inhaled tasted sweet. The sluggish movements of her tongue were tantalizing. Though they touched, though they were connected, the desire to violate her made him feel as if he might lose his mind.

Ilex sucked on Tilia’s tongue, groping her with his free hand.

He wanted to touch warm, soft skin—not this cumbersome fabric. He didn’t want cloth against cloth, but skin against skin.

“Hh, wait…”

Devouring even her panting breath, Ilex wedged his thigh between hers.

His already swollen member throbbed to the point of bursting. Pressing it firmly against her damp sex, obstructed by layers of fabric, he wildly kissed her neck.

“Hh…”

Licking along her neckline, he cursed under his breath as her clothes got in the way.

Should I just rip this damn fabric? But when he saw Tilia turning her face to the side, breath ragged, his aggression abated slightly.

Instead of tearing her tidy blouse, Ilex pressed his teeth down over it.

“Ahk!”

The moment he bit her chest, her body jerked in surprise.

Ilex nibbled at where her nipple should be through the fabric, gauging her reaction. She was panting, but not in pain.

Encouraged by that, he pressed his tongue into the now saliva-soaked spot while slowly lifting her skirt.

Though he liked the curves of her sensual legs, the stockings annoyed him. Tearing them might be fine. No, maybe leaving just the stockings on would be better.

Just as he reached deep under her skirt, imagining her moaning beneath him with nothing but white stockings on—

“Hhp.”

The woman who had only blushed and shaken her head suddenly widened her eyes and began to struggle fiercely.

What the hell? Of course, Ilex, already half-crazed, had no intention of humoring such resistance.

“W-wait…”

“No.”

Pinning down the startled Tilia with his weight, he warned her.

“You provoked me.”

To prove his point, he thrust his hips, revealing his swollen erection, and the face before him flushed completely red.

“You provoked me first. Don’t try to run now, not after turning the person trying to hold back into this.”

Looking like this—so tempting—how dare you. Ilex cursed her for things that weren’t even her fault, thrusting as if he’d plunge into her at any moment.

First, I’ll taste her chest, then crawl between her legs and lick every inch of her. Then I’ll suck up all the sweetness that flows out from inside.

Driven by arousal, Ilex growled lowly and greedily devoured the body before him.

Tilia had been enduring his caresses with clenched eyes like enduring punishment, but when his hand again touched her underwear, she began to squirm in panic.

“W-wait. Nnngh. No, not today…”

Her reaction didn’t seem like mere playful resistance, and Ilex, consumed by instinct, regained a sliver of reason.

Could she be on her period?

Still hungrily sucking at her clothed chest, he hastily reached for her underwear.

“Hhmp!”

But no, it wasn’t that. Even if she had remained chaste, he knew at least that much. Beneath her, only one soaked piece of fabric was present—there were no signs of layers of cloth.

Then it’s fine. Convinced, Ilex tried to slip the cloth aside.

“Hnngh, w-wait…!”

But her reaction was different now. The moment he touched the slick skin beneath, Tilia began to writhe in earnest.

“N-no, stop, ahh, don’t rub…!”

But even so, her resistance was little more than a child’s flailing. If she had wanted to stop, she should’ve said so earlier—when I warned her. You wiggled that ass in front of a starving man and whispered like that—where do you think you’re going now?

Now fully aroused, Ilex had no intention of letting the prey in his mouth go. There was no way he’d release this fresh, dripping catch.

“Clothes… no… not like this today…”

Me neither. I can’t either. After hardening your nipples like this, where do you think you’re going?

“Today… not like this…”

But just as he was lifting her skirt despite her protests, Tilia suddenly spoke, her face covered.

At that single phrase, his entire body froze.

Tilia said nothing more, only gasped for air.

And Ilex, still painfully erect, stayed frozen in place.

“……”

But only then did he belatedly realize what state he was in.

A woman lying on a narrow drawing room sofa with her chest exposed, and himself panting like a beast with his belt half undone.

For a moment, silence swept the room.

…Fuck.

Letting out a deep sigh from the depths of his chest, Ilex began buttoning up Tilia’s blouse, which he had undone at will.

Seeing that he had come to his senses, the woman peeked out from between her fingers, which had been hiding her face.

“So, why.”

Annoyed by the gaze watching him, Ilex snapped in a sharp voice.

“Why… did you provoke me.”

But the end of his scolding inevitably softened again. It was because the face that had quietly emerged was just too damn cute.

Once again, it was proven that in front of Tilia, the only thing that ever got hard was his dick.

“Next time, I won’t stop. Don’t do it.”

Though his words were stern, Ilex buttoned her up all the way to the collar and bent down to pull up her stockings.

“I-I can do that…”

“Forget it.”

“At least the garter belt, I can—”

“Tilia.”

Ilex stared at the mumbling woman and murmured his true feelings in a low voice.

“Seriously, should I just flip you over and fuck you right now.”

“……”

Only after hearing the sincere threat did Tilia close her mouth again, her face flushed all the way to her chin.

Once even the stockings that had slipped down were back in place, Tilia was dressed neatly again.

Well, maybe not. Over her white blouse were the marks he had left.

As he stared at her disheveled clothes, Tilia slightly recoiled. Unconsciously licking his lips, Ilex stood up.

“Gasp.”

But what was meant to show he had no intention of doing anything further only backfired.

Tilia, catching full sight of his still bulging pants, lowered her gaze in flustered shock.

The rim of her ear, seen from above, was still red. It was far too stimulating a sight.

Ha. Letting out a string of curses, Ilex violently shoved his still-hard cock back into his clothes and buckled his belt.

For a while, the sound of the buckle clinking echoed, and then the drawing room was enveloped in silence. Only the faintly lewd air hinted at what might have happened here.

Looking briefly at the overturned teacups he had knocked over while lunging across the table, Ilex spoke slowly.

“Stay the night.”

At those words, Tilia, who had been looking down, immediately looked up.

This won’t do. I’m standing and she’s sitting. With this position, I can’t get rid of the lingering desire. Taking a step back, Ilex repeated himself.

“Stay here tonight. I’ll give you a guest room.”

One sentence had stopped a man burning with lust in his prime.

Not like this, not today.

Those words had pulled him out of instinct and reminded him of his original goal. A goal that should take precedence over immediate desire.

He would become Tilia Ambrose’s husband. He would kiss her cheek in broad daylight, on a sunlit street.

To make that happen, as much as it pained him, she was right. Not like this, not today.

Recalling the many steps required to achieve that vision, Ilex looked at Tilia with slightly calmer eyes.

But that and sending her outside were two different matters.

Just imagining her walking into an inn full of men, looking like she’d just been thoroughly ravished, was enough to drive him mad.

Just as Ilex, now one step further from her swollen lips, was about to call for a maid—

“…It’s fine.”

Tilia, who had been staring at the floor catching her breath, spoke in a low voice.

“I’ve got a room. I’ll sleep there. My things are there too.”

At that, Ilex couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh.

“You’re going back? Looking like that?”

Only then did Tilia glance down at her blouse, biting her lip hard before speaking softly.

“Just… lend me a robe.”

“Just sleep here.”

His brow furrowed with something closer to anxiety than irritation.

“I won’t touch you. I’ll sleep in the annex. If you’re still worried, you can sleep in the annex instead.”

But even at that, Tilia shook her head stubbornly.

“I’ll go back to my room. Just the carriage and a robe, please.”

Faced with her firm refusal, Ilex was left speechless.