A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 41

Tilia jerked her head toward the direction of the sound like a machine that hadn’t been oiled properly.

The half-open door came into view in her nervous, frozen gaze.

And beyond it, a man whose presence she hadn’t noticed, staring at her—who knew how long he had been watching?

“…Ilex.”

Tilia called out the name of the man who was looking at her with a shadowed gaze.

“What are you… doing there?”

Despite her question, Ilex continued to stare at her silently.

Everything about this was strange and suspicious.

The fact that Ilex Davenport had opened the bathroom door without knocking. The fact that his clothes were soaked, even though he hadn’t taken them off, as if he had already bathed. And the fact that his bloodshot blue-gray eyes, as if hypnotized, were fixed only on her.

“And that lamp… What is that?”

But the strangest thing of all was the lamp he held in his hand.

The old-fashioned glass lamp, its flame extinguished, looked like a weapon in his grip. It seemed like he could swing it at her at any moment, making Tilia glare at him, her body tense.

“I asked what you’re doing.”

Tilia, standing under the running water, was, of course, not wearing anything.

Ilex’s gaze, hazy and unfocused, slowly scanned her wet body.

She could trace the path of his gaze, which lingered on intimate places.

His bloodshot eyes burned, as if they were sunlight on a summer day. It was as vivid as a starving dog staring at a piece of raw, bloody meat.

She couldn’t tell whether the tension stiffening her spine was due to his ferocious gaze or the unknown lamp in his hand.

But one thing was certain: somehow, she instinctively knew that this man was going to harm her.

Feeling a primal sense of danger, Tilia was barely able to breathe, her vigilance at its peak.

And then—drip.

A bead of water that had formed at the tip of her milky-white breast fell to the bathtub floor.

In the silence, the sound echoed sharply.

It was at that moment.

“…Tilia.”

The man who had acted as though he couldn’t hear her finally seemed to snap out of it at that tiny sound, exhaling a long breath.

And simultaneously, as if the dam had broken, he stepped into the bathroom.

“Don’t come…!”

“If I really start acting like a madman…”

In an instant, the distance between them closed, and Tilia was just about to cover herself and run.

Ilex approached in a flash, grabbing her shoulders firmly and forcibly placing the lamp into her trembling hands.

“Hit me over the head with this lamp.”

“……”

“Got it? Hit me on the head with this.”

Tilia looked at him, bewildered, her face reflecting her confusion. She then lowered her head to look at the beautiful lamp now in her hand.

His urgent words were hard to understand, contrasting starkly with the solid weight of the lamp.

Hit him with this? What?

“What are you…”

Tilia was about to ask, still unable to comprehend his words, when she suddenly froze.

Right in front of her, their eyes met.

Ilex Davenport’s eyes were just as they had been when she first entered his bedroom.

No reason remained—only pure, primal instinct.

Behind those eyes, the rationale that had forced a weapon into her hand had completely vanished. All that remained was sticky, overflowing desire.

“Wait…”

Tilia, flustered, tried to step back.

But before she could even take a breath, their lips met. As if it was the most natural thing, his hot hands grabbed her cold breasts.

Tilia, who struggled for a moment, eventually closed her eyes as she felt his soft, wet tongue force its way into her mouth.

A short while later, the lamp fell with a loud clang, rolling across the bathroom floor.

But instead of lamenting what she had dropped, Tilia’s hands busied themselves with stripping off the soaking-wet shirt clinging to his body.

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“Ugh… Ngh…”

In the ornate bathroom decorated with intricate patterns on the tiles, wet moans echoed, just as damp as the water that had pooled there.

“Hah… Ugh… Stop…”

Leaning her back against the wall, Tilia grabbed a fistful of the man’s hair as he knelt before her, his face buried between her legs.

His soft hair brushed through her fingers, and the cold tiles sent shivers down her occasionally trembling back, but those sensations were fleeting. Overwhelmed by the excessive stimulation between her legs, they left no lingering impression.

“Ahn—!”

She didn’t know how many times she’d climaxed.

Her nipples, now erect, stood atop her breasts, which were already covered in red marks from his earlier ministrations. Once again, Tilia released her fluids.

As if he were a child suckling at her breast, Ilex, who had been sucking on her swollen clitoris, moved his lips lower. He then thrust his thick tongue into her dripping opening, as if tasting it.

“Ah, stop…!”

With a shiver, she pushed at his sweat-drenched shoulders, but it was useless. He drank from her as though her secretions were his only sustenance.

Receiving his relentless and cruel caresses, Tilia panted heavily.

She had wondered in the carriage, when she saw Ilex Davenport with his eyes bloodshot from arousal, what he would be like on the bed.

In her imagination, he had been a beast that knew nothing but penetration, thrusting his hips madly like a crazed animal.

She had expected that.

But reality turned out to be different from her imagination. Though still maddened by lust, he had been consumed in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

“Stop it, you bastard… Ugh…”

Tilia hit his shoulder, her voice rising, as Ilex, unsatisfied with just sucking on her, started to lightly scrape his nails against her clitoris.

“Ah… How many times already… Ngh!”

But even her cries turned into moans when he withdrew his tongue and began licking her clit again.

“Hah… Ah…”

Ilex Davenport’s mind was set on driving her to ecstasy.

Since placing the lamp in her hands, he had done nothing but lick, bite, and suck her body.

There was no animalistic thrusting she feared.

Only the animalistic pleasure he was intent on giving.

Tilia, her eyes welling with tears, looked down at Ilex beneath her.

His naked body was soaked in sweat, just like hers, his enormous manhood ceaselessly stroked by his own hand.

Perhaps he had already climaxed once without her noticing, as the amount of whitish liquid on his hand had increased.

Just put it in.

She swallowed her words, lifting her head once more. She glared at the geometric patterns on the tiles as though they were her mortal enemy.

To avoid climaxing again, she needed to erase the image of the indecent man pleasuring himself beneath her.

His unfocused eyes, as though he had completely let himself go, and the veins bulging along his massive shaft in his hand…

But even though she averted her gaze, she couldn’t shut out the sound.

Squelch, slurp. The sound of him licking her, like he was savoring a juicy fruit, tormented her ears.

The obscene noise, combined with his relentless caresses, drove her closer to the edge.

“Hngh…”

Again. She could feel another climax building deep within her.

Desperately trying to avoid his tongue, her toes curled, her calf muscles tensed.

“W-Wait, Ilex.”

Sensing her impending climax, Tilia called his name desperately, pinching his shoulder.

“Wait, I-I can’t…”

The sensation, similar yet distinct from the urge to urinate, twisted deep in her belly. Her vision flickered faster, and saliva began to dribble from her half-open mouth.

“Ngh—I…!”

No matter how much she hit or pinched his shoulder, it was no use. Eventually, Tilia bent her waist, opting to hug his head instead.

Her nipples, already red from countless bites, brushed against Ilex’s soft hair. She felt his lips curl up as if he enjoyed the sensation of her breasts pressing against his head.

Even the ticklish sensation of his hair touching her nipples, accompanied by his snicker, became unbearable pleasure for Tilia, who was already on the brink.