Odalisque - Chapter 136

The head of Dimus’s penis rubbed slowly against Liv’s entrance. As the heated tip made contact with her sensitive spot, a low moan escaped from Liv’s lips.

“Mmh…”

Although Dimus wanted to thrust inside her all at once, he instead positioned his glistening tip at her entrance, moving slowly. The slight tightening sensation at the end of his penis was already giving him intense pleasure.

Perhaps it was because it had been a while since their last time. If he acted on his instincts, it felt like he would climax as soon as he thrust inside. Even now, it was hard to suppress the force coursing through him, enough to make his veins bulge. Gritting his teeth, he kept the tip of his penis at the entrance, unmoving.

Perhaps confused by this, Liv, who had been squeezing her eyes shut in anticipation of the full sensation to come, called out to Dimus in a trembling voice.

“Dimus?”

A deep wrinkle formed on Dimus’s forehead in response. Just the sound of his name in her frail voice nearly pushed him to a shameful climax.

But, despite his effort to hold back, Liv pulled him toward her, her legs coming together as she did.

“Dimus…”

She moved her hips in a pleading manner, her sticky legs wrapping around Dimus’s waist as if begging him to enter her. Dimus, who had been gazing down at Liv with a twisted look in his eyes, finally leaned forward with a fierce motion.

His muscular upper body completely covered her slender frame. At the same time, his hips thrust downward powerfully. Liv, startled by the force even though she was the one pulling him in, hurriedly wrapped her arms around Dimus’s neck and shrank back.

Her tight, slick inner walls clenched around his penis. From the tip, which pressed into her deepest part, hot semen gushed forth. The pleasure that seared through his mind made him lose all reason.

What remained after that was pure instinct. Even as he was still ejaculating, his thrusts began again, rough and relentless. Flesh slapped against flesh, and body fluids drenched both of them.

The thrusts were so forceful that Liv’s body was pushed up repeatedly. Dimus gathered her back into his arms, biting into her neck.

Leaving marks on her tender skin was all too easy. Dimus seemed intent on making her body as flushed and marked as the rose petals scattered across the garden floor. Each time he sucked at her skin, she struggled and trembled in his embrace, her every movement only endearing her to him more.

No matter what his lips were doing, the thrusts below continued unyieldingly. The rubbing at the point of contact caused frothy, white fluid to form, creating an obscene sound.

“Mmh…”

His panting breaths grew more labored, and finally, his arousal reached its peak. As his thighs, swollen with tension, flexed, his frenzied hips jerked to a stop, trembling slightly.

Dimus once again filled her already overflowing insides with his seed. As if he wouldn’t let a single drop escape, he didn’t withdraw until his ejaculation ended completely.

Liv, who had reached her own climax, was barely able to catch her breath, crushed beneath his large body. Her lips parted, but all she could do was gasp weakly. Dimus leaned down and kissed her open mouth, sliding his tongue inside.

Only after a long, sticky kiss did his still-moving penis finally calm down. As he slowly separated their bodies, the slick organ, covered in opaque fluid, withdrew inch by inch. Liv’s hips trembled at the sensation of it dragging against her inner walls.

White fluid trickled out from her open entrance. Seeing this, Dimus tilted his head slightly, squinting.

“Ha, what are you doing…?”

“What do you think?”

With a lazy voice, Dimus pressed his thick thumb against his own semen, pushing it back inside.

“I’m putting it back where it belongs.”

Perhaps it was the lingering effects of his climax; his voice, always sharp and cutting, was now languid.

Caught up in their passionate lovemaking, Liv gazed at Dimus as if entranced, tears still welling in her eyes. Her eyes shone particularly brightly, likely because the pleasure had yet to fade, leaving her flushed.

“…Do you know?”

“Know what?”

“How beautiful you are.”

It wasn’t just an impulsive comment born of brief excitement and euphoria.

Even before, Liv would often stare blankly at Dimus. Though Dimus had long been aware of her gaze, hearing such open admiration now left him feeling strangely renewed. He lifted the corners of his lips.

Lost in pleasure, his flushed face made even his smile look different. Normally, it would have seemed cold and mocking, but now it was nothing short of a seductive smile that stirred a woman’s heart. Liv’s cheeks turned a deep red.

Liv reached out, her hand gliding over his still-slick chest, abdomen, and waist. Her touch clearly carried intent.

Dimus eagerly responded to her invitation.

***

By the time they finally pulled themselves together, the sun had already set.

It had been a while since they last moved so intensely, and their entire bodies ached. But stronger than the dull pain was the hunger that gnawed at them. It was no wonder that their stomachs kept growling in succession.

“I asked for something simple to be brought over, so just hang on a bit longer.”

Dimus seemed to believe that Liv couldn’t wait until they returned to the mansion for dinner. Liv tried to protest that she wasn’t that hungry, but when her stomach growled again, she just gave up.

She was indeed hungry, and since the servants had already been ordered, arguing now would just cause more trouble for everyone.

As they waited for the servants to bring food, Liv took the opportunity to explore the villa.

Or more accurately, she explored the work that Dimus had been doing here. Dimus lay lazily, propped up on his elbow, silently watching her. He showed no intention of stopping her.

“A small villa isn’t so bad.”

Liv, lingering in the area where Dimus had been working earlier, turned to look at him.

“Wherever you are is within my sight, so in some ways, it’s much better.”

Originally, this villa had been intended for another purpose, but it seemed that Dimus’s idea of its use had shifted. Seeing his contented expression, Liv let out a small laugh before resuming her exploration.

“This isn’t your first time starting today, is it?”

Just by looking at the state of the art supplies and the pile of papers in the corner, it was clear this wasn’t Dimus’s first drawing lesson. Liv, with a curious look, began leafing through the stack of sheets filled with lines that gave no clue as to what they were supposed to depict.

Looking at a single page didn’t give her any sense of the work, but comparing several pieces side by side, she could feel that the lines were striving for something specific.

Not just basic practice lines to build drawing skills, but lines that aimed to form something complete.

“What are you trying to draw?”

“You.”

His answer was confident and without a hint of embarrassment.

Liv instinctively looked back at the paper she held.

“…Me?”

“Yes.”

So this… ‘collection of circles, squares, and wavy, scattered lines’ was supposed to be her.

Even to someone with no expertise in art like Liv, the drawing was too… abstract to understand.

Seeing Liv struggle to say anything further, Dimus muttered in a cynical tone, “I know it’s terrible. I’m trying to figure out why.”

Figure out why? Did it really need such a grand explanation? Maybe he just didn’t have the talent for it. Had he lived his life so well that he couldn’t grasp the concept of ‘lack of talent’?

Liv swallowed her unspoken words, offering a slightly awkward smile as she set the paper down.

Even if she couldn’t believe that the drawing was supposed to be her, the fact that Dimus was so devoted to her that he’d do something so out of character just to capture her was a pleasant surprise. She even found it endearing to see him so earnestly trying to pinpoint why he couldn’t draw.

“You could just leave it to a skilled artist.”

“No one else will ever draw your nude portrait again. No one but me.”

At Dimus’s resolute words, Liv finally let out a small laugh. Even his inability to let go of the idea of her nude portrait seemed adorable—a sign that she, too, was quite far gone.

“Can I join these lessons too?”

“What?”

“There’s a picture I want to create, and listening to you, it seems better if I draw it myself than have someone else do it.”

The light in Dimus’s blue eyes shifted. He clearly understood what drawing she was referring to. However, he stared at her, as if asking her to be more explicit. Just as he often did when asking her to clarify her indirect words.

“Will you model for me?”

“…If it’s you, I’ll allow a nude portrait.”

He said ‘allow,’ but it sounded more like he was requesting it. Unable to contain his rekindled desire, Dimus pounced on Liv once again.

In the end, the food that the servants had brought turned cold while they rolled around, but of course, neither of them cared.