Odalisque - Chapter 95

“Teacher.”

“I’m joking. I know you wouldn’t have done that. You don’t like being the subject of others’ gossip. I was just trying to lighten the mood because you seemed so serious.”

Liv smiled faintly, even though there was nothing to smile about in this situation.

“…You seem far too calm. Not like someone who was worried all this time about the nude painting being leaked.”

“I was surprised at first, but now I’ve calmed down. Besides, I’m sure you’ll take care of everything, no matter how. So, I don’t really want to dwell on it.”

It was strange.

The Liv that Dimus knew would have been anxious in a moment like this. She wouldn’t be speaking about it with such detachment, as though it were someone else’s matter.

“No matter how much I fret, nothing will be solved right away, right?”

Dimus, who had been staring at Liv intently, stood up. He approached the quietly standing Liv and lifted her chin with his fingertips.

Staring into her obediently lowered eyes, Dimus murmured to himself, “You’re not really fine. You’re just pretending to be fine.”

Liv’s neatly arranged eyelashes fluttered momentarily.

“I’ll bring the culprit before the court. Before that, feel free to slap them yourself.”

“It’s alright…”

“If you’re going to say that, at least say it like you mean it.”

At Dimus’s firm words, Liv pressed her slightly parted lips together. Her dry eyes seemed to grow a little moist, as if some emotion had welled up within her.

Perhaps unconsciously, Dimus gently brushed his thumb beneath Liv’s eye, as if wiping away tears that hadn’t yet fallen. Liv looked up at him, her gaze meeting his.

“Get angry. I’ll take it.”

Only now did Dimus understand what had changed since that incident at the restaurant. Since that day, Liv hadn’t shown any emotion in front of him.

It was as if the night she’d cried so sorrowfully had all been a dream—she was calm and composed with Dimus at all times, acting as though nothing had happened.

“You could at least complain a little.”

Liv’s eyes wavered slightly, but that was all. She neither cried nor got angry. She remained in that detached state he had seen for days.

Dimus frowned, about to say something, when Liv suddenly reached for his neat collar and whispered, “Show me your scars.”

“…Scars?”

“Yes, the scars on your body.”

“Why all of a sudden?”

Since the day she’d first seen his scars, Liv had never made personal remarks about his body. Dimus questioned her sudden request, and Liv blinked slowly.

“…I think I’d feel more at ease if I touched them.”

Her voice was as faint as a flickering flame. Her fingers brushed lightly against Dimus’s cravat. It was such a subtle movement that it would have been unnoticeable if he hadn’t been watching, yet it gave him an inexplicable thirst.

Was it because he wanted her now that he saw some intention in her touch?

“You said you didn’t like doing this in the office.”

“It’s alright now. But if you’re not inclined…”

When her white fingers started to release his cravat, Dimus wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her firmly against him. Her small, soft frame fell into his embrace.

Leaning down toward her, Dimus responded in a low voice, “As if that could be the case.”

Dimus, now leaning against the desk, was entirely bare from the waist up. In front of him, Liv busied herself, running her hands over his body.

Today, Liv was unusually proactive.

There had been times when Liv had taken the initiative during their intimacy, but it was always somewhat restrained compared to Dimus. Today, however, she seemed like a different person.

Not that he minded. On the contrary, the difference excited him. Her earlier remark about wanting to touch his scars hadn’t been a lie—she carefully traced every part of Dimus’s body, occasionally pressing tender kisses onto his skin. Each kiss was both bold and cautious.

Though he once found human contact distasteful, Dimus now entrusted his body entirely to her. Watching Liv caress him was not only stimulating, but… her touch made him feel as though she cherished him. It was that feeling that left him defenseless.

“Teacher, you certainly have peculiar tastes.”

“I told you before, I like your scars.”

“Do you think it’s okay to be greedy?”

Liv responded with a soft smile instead of words.

Her lips parted slightly, and her tongue darted out, tracing the scar near his shoulder. Then she bit down, but it was more playful than painful.

It seemed she couldn’t bring herself to hurt anyone, even now. Still, Liv continued biting and sucking at Dimus’s shoulder and neck, seemingly intent on leaving marks. It reminded Dimus of a playful rabbit nibbling away.

“If you want to leave a bruise…”

Dimus bent his head. He pressed his lips against Liv’s pale neck, feeling her pulse flutter beneath them. With just a bit of pressure, it was a fragile life easily snuffed out.

He let his tongue wet the area before sucking strongly, drawing a sharp breath from Liv.

“Ah.”

He smiled against her skin, pleased by the sound.

“You need to suck harder.”

As he bit down on the flushed skin, Liv writhed instinctively, her body struggling to escape the sharp sensation. But Dimus wouldn’t let her go, and she eventually let out a faint moan.

Her neck, white as snow, turned red, as if petals had scattered across it. Compared to the vulgar marks on the crude nude painting left in the office corner, the marks he left on her were truly beautiful.

Dimus pulled Liv’s blouse off her shoulders and pushed up her skirt. Liv leaned against him, pressing her forehead against his shoulder, her disheveled reddish-brown hair brushing against his scarred skin. The warmth of her breath and the damp sensation of her lips reached his shoulder.

Dimus was about to turn his head to check when Liv suddenly shoved him forcefully. The sound of something clattering echoed as Dimus found himself pushed back, sitting on the edge of the desk. Liv slid her hand down.

The sound of the buckle coming undone seemed especially loud.

“Hold me.”

Her warm breath touched his ear as she spoke, her voice slightly husky. Heat surged up from his toes. Dimus gripped her waist, lifting her onto his lap.

Feeling her weight on his legs, her bare body pressed against him, Dimus kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed her underwear and tore it off, his finger pressing against her slick flesh.

He slid his middle finger inside, too hurried to even remove her skirt.

Out of breath, Liv gasped against his lips as he moved his finger. With gritted teeth, Dimus lifted her, switching their positions in an instant.

Clatter!

Pushing the items on the desk aside, he laid her down, finally seeing her face properly.

Her face was more flushed than usual, her eyelids wet, the edges of her eyes reddened, and her lips glistening. She breathed heavily, her parted lips trembling.

Her eyes, dazed with excitement, roamed the air, eventually finding Dimus. Slowly blinking, she reached out like a child, her arms outstretched. Dimus willingly leaned into her embrace. Liv pulled him closer, her arms tightening around his neck.

He spread her legs, thrusting inside her in one stroke. Liv gasped, her back arching off the desk. Sweat formed along her back, glistening as her body arched.

Dimus paused, buried deep inside her, his hand sliding under her back, stroking her. The sticky liquid wet both the desk and his palm, but it didn’t bother him at all.

Her skin felt even softer with the sweat. As Dimus continued kissing her neck and chest, he suddenly realized how frail her body felt in his arms.