Chapter 5

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Book Chapter 2

He fixed his gaze on Isabel. Isabel rapidly turned red, humiliation and embarrassment alternating on her face.

“So what I mean is…”

“No, don’t say any more.”

He interrupted Isabel. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Isabel looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

Soon, there was a clang as the prison door shut.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of his footsteps grew closer. Isabel kept her eyes fixed on the floor. In her line of sight, she saw the tip of his black shoes. Soon, she heard the sound of him removing his gloves. He lifted her chin with his bare hand. It was the first time their bare skin had ever touched, as he always wore gloves. His skin was icy, almost terrifyingly cold.

“You’ve made up your mind?”

Isabel gave a small nod. Soon, his lips drew closer to hers.

His cold lips traced and pressed against hers, moving with a slow, fluid motion. Isabel shut her eyes, sensing every touch. Except for the kiss on the crucifix, this was her first real kiss.

His tongue slipped into her mouth. It was as cold as his hands, as cold as his lips. It wandered inside Isabel’s warm mouth, brushing against her teeth, licking beneath her tongue, intertwining with hers.

“Ngh.”

Isabel shivered. He removed her veil, and her thick golden hair tumbled down her back like a waterfall.

His fingers sank into her wavy golden hair. He gently caressed her small head, as if exploring it. Slowly, he stroked and pressed lightly, stimulating her with deliberate movements.

Isabel grabbed his arms. She felt strange. A tingling warmth and lazy drowsiness washed over her. Had that spot always been so sensitive?

He gently stimulated Isabel’s mouth. When he softly licked her sensitive palate, Isabel flinched and shivered. He continued to tease that spot.

“Hnngh, ngh…”

Isabel opened her eyes, startled by the sound that had escaped her without her noticing. Even she was surprised by how strange and sensual it was. In front of her was his face. His blue eyes were partially hidden beneath his eyelids, his expression deeply absorbed as he kissed her lips.

Watching his completely absorbed expression made her feel even stranger, so Isabel closed her eyes again.

After massaging Isabel’s head for a long while, his hand trailed down her spine. Through her clothes, he traced the curves of her body. The combat-modified nun’s habit was deliberately loose, designed to conceal her shapely figure. After all, as a clergywoman, she was expected to hide her feminine contours.

His hand traced the lines of her body over her clothes: the fullness of her breasts, the slender curve of her waist, and the gentle, rolling slope of her hips.

He pulled his lips away. Isabel opened her eyes and met his gaze. His blue eyes shimmered with a strange glow — once cold as a lake, now ablaze like blue flames.

He laid Isabel down on the bed. He then swiftly removed her nun’s habit. Isabel kept her eyes tightly shut, surrendering to his actions.

Isabel’s habit fell to the floor, leaving her bare.

Isabel did not open her eyes, but she could vividly feel his gaze sweeping over her body.  Against her usual composure, her face flushed. She thought about asking him to put out the torch, but held back, afraid it might seem like she was making a fuss.

Soon, she heard the rustle of fabric. Then, with a soft thud, a piece of clothing fell to the floor.

“Isabel, open your eyes.”

Isabel opened her eyes.

He was sitting beside Isabel, having removed both his usual black cloak and tunic, revealing his hard, muscular physique.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m as naked as you are.”

Isabel gave a small nod, but it only seemed to make the embarrassment feel even greater. 

He pressed his body against hers and brought his lips to hers once again.

He planted light, quick kisses while caressing Isabel's chest. Her breasts fit perfectly in his large hands. Gently kneading her soft, pale skin, he trailed kisses along her cheek, jaw, the nape of her neck, and shoulder. Isabel closed her eyes, receiving his cold yet strangely tender touch.

His hand gently traced the curve of Isabel’s areola, while the lips that had been kissing her shoulder began to play with her nipple.

“Ah… ah…”

Isabel let out a strange, soft sound. He lightly teased her breast with quick, delicate licks, sending ticklish, tantalising sensations through her body.

Isabel bit her lip, but it was no use. Though she stifled the sound, her body trembled uncontrollably. He tenderly caressed one nipple between his fingers while his tongue traced slow, deliberate circles around the other areola.

His hand, which had been stimulating Isabel’s breasts for some time, slowly moved down to her waist. He firmly caressed her lower abdomen. Overwhelmed by the touch on such a sensitive area, Isabel couldn’t help but arch her back and let out a moan.

‘Is this really okay?’

Isabel moaned at his touch, but a thought flickered through her mind.

‘No matter how noble the cause, he is still my enemy. And yet, here I am, moaning beneath his touch…’

But then, Isabel’s thoughts abruptly stopped in surprise. The hand that had been caressing her lower abdomen slipped between her legs, brushing against the tightly closed, secret mound.

“Ah, that place…!”

Isabel cried out reflexively. After flicking Isabel’s nipple with his tongue, he lifted his head and looked at her.

“Is this place off-limits?”

He smiled. 

"You do know where a man and a woman connect, right?"

Isabel looked at him, her face flushed. He chuckled and pressed quick, playful kisses to her lips.

"Just lie still. I’ll handle everything."

He spread Isabel’s legs apart. Blushing deeply, she looked at him as he sat between her legs, quietly gazing at her there.

“Why are you staring?”

He smiled. 

"You’re beautiful. Like a rose wet from the rain."

With those words, he lowered his head between her legs.

“W-what… ah!” 

Isabel let out a startled cry. A soft tongue touched her shyly parted intimate area.

Wet, squelching sounds followed.

Isabel found herself grabbing his hair without realising it. A sensation she had never experienced before was blooming between her legs. Something soft and wet was skillfully exploring her most intimate place.

His tongue crushed that sensitive spot, creating a sensation he had never felt before. It was an anxious, painful, yet sweetly intoxicating feeling.

Isabel twisted her hips. She felt a hot liquid coursing through her, and shame welled up inside. He, tasting her with his mouth, must know exactly what was happening to her.

He continued to work his tongue while gripping Isabel’s hips. He was now deliberately licking upward along her most sensitive nub.

Isabel bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans, but her hips betrayed her, arching with every flick of his tongue. A sound, almost a whimper, tore from her throat.

“Ah, ah, nngh, I-I can’t take it…”

But her words only made him more relentless. He doubled down, teasing her swollen nub with cruel precision. The iron grip of his hands on her hips made her instinctively try to push him away, but he stayed rooted between her thighs, scraping his tongue over her most sensitive spot and pushing her relentlessly toward the brink.

"Aah, ahngg, heuung!"

Isabel threw her head back. Each time she did, her wavy golden hair rippled. Her green eyes darted aimlessly through the air, lost. What was happening between her legs was something she had never experienced, nor ever even imagined. She hadn’t known it could be this shameful. This sweet. This impossible to resist.

Isabel arched her back again and again, following the movement of his tongue. He enclosed her sensitive nub with his mouth and began to suck deeply. She writhed, letting out a cry that was almost a scream, and soon, held fast in his grip, she reached her climax.

She lay trembling all over. Slowly, he pressed kisses along her hips, her thighs, and the softness of her lower belly.

His lips no longer felt cold as before. They were simply warm and soothing, like gentle rain. She couldn’t tell whether she had grown used to his warmth, or if her own had passed into him, making his lips warm too.

His lips moved up her stomach, past her solar plexus, and reached the nape of her neck. Soon, his face was once again facing hers.

His expression was unexpectedly unravelled. He pressed a finger gently against Isabel’s lips.

"I never expected such sweet moans to escape a nun’s lips."

"Don’t say such things…"

He engulfed Isabel’s lips. His tongue began to probe her mouth again, much deeper and more intensely than before.

He explored Isabel’s mouth with his tongue while spreading her thighs. Soon, something pressed against the space between her parted legs.

"Ngh, mmpf!"

Isabel was momentarily startled and tried to push him away. But he didn’t budge. He stayed still, aligning himself with her entrance. Soon after, he slid inside.

"Hnngh…!"

Isabel screamed, muffled by his lips. A thick, fleshy intrusion pressed into her narrow walls. Though she was wet from their earlier intimacy and didn’t tear, an overwhelming pain surged between her legs as she took a man inside her for the first time.

Isabel writhed and sobbed, twisting her body. But he ignored her struggle and thrust himself inside.

Isabel struck his shoulders and pushed with all her strength, trying to drive him away. But she couldn’t move him. Like a stone wall, he remained firmly over her, sliding himself between her legs.

"Relax."

When he was halfway in, he murmured softly.

"You’re the only one struggling."

Isabel shook her head. In the searing, blade-like pain, it was an impossible demand.

He sighed and placed his hand between Isabel’s legs. He began to caress the small nub above the entrance that was taking him, stroking it gently and lightly grazing it with his nails.

"Hng, eugh, ah, ah…"

Isabel felt the overwhelming pain inside and the smooth pleasure outside at the same time. The two were almost equal, but as he stopped entering and continued to stimulate her, the pleasure gradually began to dominate.

He pressed the nub gently. She clutched the shoulders she had just been pushing away.

He looked down at Isabel, licking her parted lips as if savouring candy. Gradually, the tension in her inner walls, which had been pushing him away, began to ease. He slowly entered her again. Isabel gripped his shoulders tightly. The walls that had only resisted him now, though reluctant, gradually took him in.

He let out a low moan. Isabel’s inner walls rippled, clenching tightly around him. He pressed against her resisting walls, driving himself deep inside.

"Ugh…"

He exhaled. He was fully inside her, all the way to the root.

He remained still, connected to Isabel. She panted, trying to adjust to his size. He continued to caress her nub gently. The pleasure that had stayed only on the outside slowly seeped inward under his touch.

He pressed kisses all over Isabel’s face, rubbing his lips against the nape of her neck. After lingering in kisses for a while, he whispered softly into her ear.

"I’m going to move."

"...N-no. Don’t move."

Isabel stammered. But without a word, he gripped her thighs, holding her in place. Then he began to press himself inside her.

"Aah…"

Isabel moaned. The blunt, thick tip scraping against her soft inner walls felt cruelly vivid. She shook her head and whimpered.

He withdrew almost completely, leaving only the tip at her entrance. Isabel felt a moment of relief, but it soon began to slide back inside her.

"Ah, no… ahh…"

Isabel tried to pull away, but he held her even more firmly in place. Pressing his lips to her shoulder, he exhaled as if restraining himself and slowly entered her. His length filled her completely, burying itself deep inside Isabel once more.

He moved in and out slowly. Each time he brushed against her inner walls, Isabel couldn’t help but shudder and moan. The pleasure she felt at the nub began to spread gradually to her inner walls, which were being pressed and stretched by him. Every time his shaft hit against her inner walls, Isabel felt a tingling sensation instead of pain.

Her delicate membranes warmed, and pleasure crept slowly up her spine.

"Ah, ahh…"

He sank his teeth into the nape of Isabel’s neck as he thrust inside her, rubbing the tip of his shaft against the most sensitive spot inside her walls.

Every time he rubbed that spot, Isabel moaned and twisted her hips. Once again, hot arousal flowed from her inner walls, beginning to coat him.

“Isabel, your insides are clenching around me. It feels like I’m being sucked in.”

He whispered hoarsely. Isabel became aware of the part of her body where they were joined. Before she knew it, that place was gripping him inside her, moving almost like an independent entity, completely separate from her own will.

Isabel’s face flushed. The more he thrust into her, the more she felt as if she were losing herself.

Isabel turned her face away from his gaze. Seeing her shyness, he let out a long breath. He wrapped one arm tightly around her waist, then withdrew almost completely before driving back into her in a single, deep motion.

"Aah!"

Isabel’s body shook as if hit by a huge wave. The intensity was incomparable to anything before. A jolt of pleasure, like an electric current, surged between her legs. He drove into her with all his strength, pounding relentlessly.

"Ah, aeung, ngh, heuung, ah, ah!"

Every time his thrust ground against her inner walls, Isabel moaned uncontrollably. Without realising it, her hips began to rise and move in rhythm with his thrusts.

Stimulated by Isabel's movements, he pounded into her more roughly. Isabel was overcome with terror. A sensation she had never felt before spread through her body, consuming her entirely.

"A-ah, wait, hnng, it feels strange, aah!"

Isabel clung to his shoulders as if hanging on in desperation. His breath as he held her had grown far rougher than before, rising in guttural rumbles like the growl of a frenzied beast. He cradled her head firmly and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue found hers and wrapped around it hungrily.

"Nn, ngh…"

A whimper escaped her. He crushed his lips against hers as he buried himself deep inside her, then began to grind against her fiercely.

"Haangh! Aaah!"

A cry tore through their locked lips. Isabel clung to him, feeling as though she were falling into some distant, endless abyss.

He cursed through his teeth and drove into her violently once more. Isabel instinctively clung to him, her hips moving just as roughly as his.

"Ngh, mmpf, mmph… ah… aaaah!"

Her vision blurred as her body twisted. Her back arched on its own, and it seemed like fire ignited between her legs. Isabel clung to him tightly, throwing her head back and trembling uncontrollably. She had reached her climax.

At the same moment, he came deep inside her.

Both were breathing hard. Isabel suddenly realised she was completely in his arms. He held her tightly, and she clung to him just as fiercely.

Isabel could feel him inside her, still thick and pulsing deeply against her inner walls. She suddenly realised his embrace no longer felt cold. Just moments ago, even the slightest brush of his skin had sent shivers down her spine, but now, his warmth felt comforting.

He pressed his lips to her hair, exhaling softly, then lifted his head to look into Isabel’s face. In his eyes, Isabel saw her own reflection: the image of a strange woman, flushed and unfamiliar.

Was that really her?

It felt as though there was no going back to the way things were.

He gently traced Isabel’s face, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips, and her chin.

“I’ll send you back. I will. Because I promised.”

He muttered as if Isabel were urging him to hurry up and send her away. It almost sounded as though he were trying to convince himself. Even as he spoke, Isabel could feel him pulsing inside her. He was still so hard it seemed he could start again at any moment.

But he withdrew from her, then gently brushed his fingers over her eyelids.

“There. It’s all over. When you open your eyes, you’ll be back in your world.”

As he said that, he blew a breath toward Isabel’s face, his lips pursed as if to whistle. It was cold, yet refreshing, like a sea breeze along the shore. As she felt his breath, she began to grow sleepy as if by magic. Her whole body grew languid, and her mind felt soft and pliant.

Just before falling asleep, Isabel asked:

“Will my memories of you remain?”

“Do you want me to erase them?”

Isabel felt that it was only natural, yet for some reason, she couldn’t quite say it was completely so. Still, her answer was already decided.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, but they’ll remain. That’s the only way you’ll remember your promise to me.”

The moment Isabel heard his answer, she drifted off to sleep, breathing in his pleasantly refreshing breath.

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