Odalisque - Chapter 52

“Marquis?”

With just a few steps, Dimus reached Liv, bending over as he did.

His hand touched Liv’s leg, where her stocking was half pulled off. Slowly trailing down her thigh, his hand slid across her skin before gripping the back of her knee.

“…It’s healed.”

It was around here, perhaps. The area that had once been marred with bruises and scabs.

Though the injury hadn’t been too severe, there was barely a trace of it left. When his fingers pressed firmly into the hollow of her knee, Liv gasped and shuddered. The fine hairs visible on her skin stood on end.

Though she didn’t outright pull away, her fidgeting suggested she hoped he would release her. Instead, Dimus only tightened his grip on her leg.

“You know I’m aroused by you, don’t you?”

Liv’s shivering body froze instantly. Dimus glanced up at her. From his position below, her long, evenly spaced eyelashes were particularly prominent. She blinked repeatedly, lips parting slowly.

“…Yes.”

“Are you provoking me knowingly?”

“Yes.”

This time, her answer came a little faster.

“I’m provoking you.”

Dimus suddenly found it amusing. The determined look in her eyes, born from her ignorance of what disgrace befell those who had once flaunted themselves lewdly before him, was somewhat admirable.

And more absurd still was how his body responded to her awkward, clumsy attempts—more than to any practiced seduction he had encountered before.

Dimus released her knee, rising to his feet. As he drew closer to Liv, her rounded breasts pressed against the lower part of his sternum. The sensation was softer than he had expected.

“What if I don’t give in?”

Liv hesitated at the question, pausing before replying with a faint hint of defiance, “Why ask me that? It’s your choice, Marquis.”

Dimus didn’t bother suppressing his smile.

“You really are quite clever, and I like that.”

The hand that cupped Liv’s nape moved gently, but his patience ended there.

Dimus remained fully clothed, whereas Liv was stripped bare. Her exposed skin made every change in her body that much more visible.

She seemed to expect him to remove his clothes, but as he kissed her and pushed her onto the bed, she quickly grew flustered. She no longer seemed concerned about his attire, preoccupied instead with managing the rising heat within her own body. When his gloved hand rubbed her skin, her pale flesh turned pink easily.

Dimus narrowed his eyes as he watched the unabashed marks form.

“Does it hurt?”

“…I’m fine.”

Whether from nerves or something else, Liv’s voice trembled lightly as she answered. Dimus said nothing more, moving his fingers again.

When he twisted her stiffened nipple between his long fingers, Liv’s body beneath him curled up. The firmer he rolled the swollen bud between his fingers, as though it were a grape, the more she shuddered.

What would it taste like if I bit it?

Frankly, Dimus had come to view sexual acts as degrading.

He detested exposing his scar-riddled body to others, and found the fluids and heavy breathing of an aroused partner repulsive. The idea of someone lunging at him in a fit of lust made him want to punch them rather than reciprocate.

Of course, it wasn’t that he lacked any sexual desire—he simply saw no reason to satisfy it with a woman. A quick, uncomplicated release through self-pleasure was enough for him.

After he began participating in real battles, killing became far more exhilarating than sex.

He had all the knowledge about sex, had heard all the talk, and had even been dragged to depraved orgies, witnessing grotesque entanglements of naked bodies. And on the battlefield? The sights there were beyond imagination in their ugliness.

All those experiences had built within him an aversion to intimacy.

His current fascination with Liv’s body was highly unusual. Anyone who had known him for a long time would be shocked to see how aroused he was by this woman before him.

‘What made her so special?’

Here she was, lying stiff as a wooden doll—a stark contrast to the assertive striptease she’d performed earlier.

“…Curiosity, is it?”

“Pardon?”

Liv, startled by his muttering, asked. Instead of answering, Dimus squeezed her breast harder. Liv gasped, squeezing her eyes shut.

It was clear to anyone that this was all foreign to her. She had likely never given her body to someone else like this.

To be so compliant, unsure of what to do, and twisting her body in confusion—it had to be her first time.

The thought filled him with a strange satisfaction. Not even the artist who had seen Liv’s nude form countless times would have witnessed her in such disarray. She had never let her guard down before anyone.

“Ah!”

Liv shivered, hastily covering her mouth with one hand. Dimus’s lips had just touched her breast.

Lowering his head, her scent wafted over him. The unfamiliar scent had an oddly addictive quality, making him think he wouldn’t mind staying buried there.

He opened his mouth, rolling her nipple with his tongue, and another suppressed moan escaped Liv.

When he sucked her nipple as he would during a kiss, Liv groaned, clutching Dimus’s shoulder tightly. Her hands seemed to push him away instinctively, but of course, Dimus didn’t budge. Instead, Liv’s body sank deeper into the mattress.

Dimus’s hand moved from her buttocks to grip her thigh, pushing it upward in one swift motion. Liv, who had been moaning softly, opened her eyes in shock.

“Wa-wait…”

She tried to speak, but Dimus rose, lifting both of her legs and positioning himself between them. Her exposed sex came into view.

They say women lose themselves when you lick them here.

Pressing his thumb down on her clit, her raised legs convulsed. Her lower abdomen visibly quivered.

“Looks like you’re used to this.”

“N-no…”

“You seem rather responsive for someone who isn’t.”

Dimus laughed mockingly, and Liv looked up at him, her face on the verge of tears. Seeing the faint resentment in her green eyes, Dimus felt even more satisfied. He wanted to humiliate her, despite knowing full well this was her first time.

“You easily undressed in front of a stranger, so isn’t it natural?”

“I wasn’t… ngh!”

Trying to protest, Liv ended up whimpering as Dimus rubbed her clit roughly. The merciless touch made her legs spread involuntarily.

He didn’t particularly want to suck her there, but he enjoyed how her trembling intensified the more he stimulated her.

“P-please, not there…!”

“I asked you to entertain me, yet you’re the only one enjoying this.”

Tears glistened at the corners of Liv’s eyes. Her lips parted, letting out warm breaths and faint whimpers, and her restless hands clutched Dimus’s coat.

His touch was anything but considerate—perhaps even careless. Yet Liv responded earnestly, her sex growing wetter.

“How insolent.”

Muttering petulantly, Dimus pressed his hips against her. His hardened cock was clearly visible even through his trousers, and rubbing its bulge against her wet sex, her fluids soaked into the fabric.

Liv seemed to realize the weight pressing against her lower body.

Struggling to keep her eyes open, Liv blinked slowly, her tear-soaked eyelids feeling unusually heavy.

“Just by tormenting me…”

She began to speak, her words trailing like a sigh.

“You seem plenty entertained.”

Despite being a virgin, she knew how to say something cute.

Dimus reached out, gripping her chin. Realizing how damp his glove had become, it suddenly felt cumbersome.

Dimus tore off the glove and threw it off the bed, then grabbed Liv’s chin and parted her lips. Without resistance, her mouth opened, and his tongue slipped inside. The whimpering noise she made was swallowed by his mouth. It was a rough kiss—sucking her tongue, devouring her lips.

“Mmph!”

Without breaking the kiss, his fingers moved. His wet middle finger slid effortlessly down to her entrance, pushing into her tender flesh without warning.

The wrinkled inner walls tightened instinctively against the unfamiliar intrusion. He pushed his finger deep, then withdrew, his digit glistening wet.

“Hnn, ah!”

One finger became two, then three. The forceful thrusts from below turned Liv’s whimpers into near sobs, and Dimus kissed her deeply, swallowing every sound she made. Finally, he pulled away, exhaling heavily.

“It’s troublesome to call this torment.”

His pants felt ready to burst. Blood rushed to his cock, making him feel like he had to thrust it somewhere, anywhere.

Dimus licked his lips, slick with saliva, and traced her lower lip with the fingers that had just been inside her. As he rubbed her lips with her own love juice, Liv parted her lips slightly. Her red tongue peeked out, mingling with her hot breaths.

Once, Dimus would have found all this filthy.

He had thought so, after all.