"Mmm"
The moan that leaked from his lips disappeared in the faint wheezing breath.
Thin lips stuck together, the liquid separated in a thin line.
There was never-before-seen aggression, always with his restrained and docile appearance torn apart. The golden eyes were perfect and pure until they were stained with desire, until he was deeply drowned in delight.
Blurred and watery blue eyes, weakened body unable to react to his violence, in every way encouraged him to this sin even more deeply.
Black hair mingled with white, while blue eyes reflected bright yellow.
***
"Ha!"
He quickly got out of bed. His light breathing was clear in the quiet environment. His gaze was stunned, and for a second or two he couldn't even tell who it was.
As everything slowly became clear, the pale face was suddenly painted as red as the sunrise. His eyes trembled, hidden in the filthy black hair, and he digested the situation until his breathing calmed down.
Ah.
Yet another dream.
It's the absurd situation that dragged him into this swamp in the first place and started this problem in the first place.
He buried his face in his hand and listened to his own silence for a while.
How... how could he be so perverted?
His gaze slowly shifted to the side and he slowly lowered his hands from his face.
Undoubtedly, that elegant face that appeared in every dream had a different softness and grace in her sleep. She couldn't help holding out her hand, her trembling fingers lightly touching her skin.
It was like ice on fire.
His body was scorching hot, he felt himself being burned alive. Unlike him, Yun had always had a low body temperature.
Now, the only relief that could put out this fire, some vague emotions crept into those eyes that were clear to the naked eye in an instant. Only the tips of his fingers had come a little closer, and his hand had completely touched his face. In an instant, an involuntary tremor spread through the human body of the spine, feeling a chill radiating from his palm to his entire body.
He didn't know...
That's how big his influence is on you.
He took a deep breath and quickly pulled my hand back.
Eyelashes with a density resembling black crow's feathers covered the eyes, seeming to darken the bright color a little.
And the dense green mist on the yellow in the eye reflected those black eyelashes, creating an ethereal image.
He couldn't help but breathe.
Despite sitting still for a while, his mind was inversely hyperactive.
He wanted to hold her, to hug her and use this oasis for this thirst of her inside. He was uncontrollably thirsty and his body was several times warmer.
"Ah.."
Even his sigh was vague and muffled. His body and mind were stained with desire.
He felt his tongue stick to the dryness as he licked his lips, and he couldn't stop his eyes from darkening a few degrees as he remembered the taste in the dream. In an instant, clarity faded into haze, and the suspicious redness on his face spread a little more.
Breathing slowly and warmly, he twisted his uncomfortable body, groaning in a trembling voice as soft as cotton or silk, light as a feather from his throat.
"I'm uncomfortable..."
It was a quiet heart-pounding sound.
The entire room was filled with a calming and familiar scent, but it was tempting him. Its scent. He doubted that he was about to suffocate in this scent.
It was taking his breath away.
He swallowed heavily, but that made him feel more uncomfortable instead of comforting.
I don't know if the reality was as sweet as in the dream...
His breathing immediately became several times heavier, and his body was too clumsy to move.
-To be continued-