Chapter 23 – Ian Is in Trouble
‘Ian. When you’re bored or confused, think of Sangvis mindset. Somehow, I will help you so that you don’t fall into a strange path or fall into anguish.’
Ian thought.
If one day Ian himself falls in love with a certain woman,
There was a time when I thought it must be someone like my mother.
Wise, tidy, modest, always generous, looking at the world with benevolent eyes, acting as true happiness to be faithful to one’s family.
That which is closest to the most perfect female figure,
Maybe it was longing.
But what about the reality?
As if an ideal type is just an ideal type,
The person Ian gave his heart to was the exact opposite of his mother.
Maybe it’s because the world she’s been through is different, she does things a little incomprehensible, wears clothes that make her hesitate even to see them in her eyes, is always in a hurry as if she’s being chased by something, and doesn’t look at the world with benevolent eyes. She was a woman who did not pay attention to those around her.
Eve, who always hangs her head, like a person who is afraid that if she looks into others, others will dig deep inside her.
Far from frustrating, Ian was lovely.
Even if the bean pods are stuck, you can say that they are properly seated.
Anyway, lovable is lovable, and Ian was getting into trouble day by day.
Because Eve’s seduction against him had reached the level of violence.
Ian’s boastful composure has long since been exhausted in the early evening,
Now, the only thing left for him was a feeling close to obsession, that he didn’t want to hurt Eve, no, that the hurt Eve might leave him.
It was ironic that fear from that possibility was the only emotion that encouraged Ian’s rationality.
If someone you don’t know sees it, you might say that you’re not overly cautious.
Eve’s evaluation itself, which Ian actually saw and judged, was like that.
The eldest son of the Ernest family, who has met all kinds of human groups since he was a child and raised his standards for judging people extremely sensitive.
It was the result of observing only one woman for almost a month right after he entered the academy.
Ian had an almost certain intuition that if he crossed the line, she would be crushed in no time.
Whether it was this relationship or Eve itself is yet to be determined, but neither was the outcome Ian wanted.
So the last thing Ian can do is,
All she had to do was make Eve cross the line she had drawn in her heart.
But even that wasn’t easy…
“Huh, ah, master, master…”
“…”
“Master, is your stomach hot too? If you squeak like this, does it get hot?”
Eve held Ian’s lower belly tight and was showing off all sorts of fawning.
Eve, who had been trying to somehow match the position of Ian’s belly button with his heels lifted, stood with only the tips of his toes, and due to the huge difference in height, Eve had no choice but to place her belly near Ian’s hips and gently rub her belly against hers.
Ian’s feeling of looking down at her, trembling pitifully as if standing on her tiptoes alone, and sighing excitedly as if she didn’t know what to do with it, was truly to die for.
I can’t, but I can’t hurt her senior, but like her mother said, until her opponent whispers her love first, I’ll have to tie her slowly and unnoticed…
If he truly thought so, Ian couldn’t even flinch at her hand, even though he had to separate Eve from her right away.
The temptation that was applied to him was too strong to criticize him, saying that he was a waste of the name Iron Blood.
I wouldn’t have come to this point if I had said a word to her innocently smiling face saying that she had made a vulgar outfit that she had never seen before in her life, and that it was a maid outfit anyway.
Ian regretted not being able to do that.
Not to mention the collarbones, the top that cut most of the upper chest was just breathtaking.
Even if Ian touched it, literally, with just one finger and a slight pull,
Two shiny, sweaty flesh would be exposed to the world without shame.
How about a skirt that is so short that you doubt whether it functions properly as a piece of clothing?
Tightly tightened, the woman’s graceful curves, which started at her bare waist and went down, were not protected by her skirt at all.
Her sway with every step she took was as large and enticing as her breasts, where her hips and hips didn’t quite fit her pitiful appearance, so Ian threw most of her energy into trying to refrain from reaching out to her hand, which she really did. It was the fact that it was consumed.
Her limbs are so thin and skinny, but her thighs are incredibly strong, so you don’t know how erotic it is to see her legs so full that there’s no empty space when you put them together.
In particular, when Ian saw the skin sticking out from the side, pressed by the garter belt attached to the end of the thin stocking, Ian would turn her hair white just by that.
Besides, decisively, choked up, that thing again, what is it?
As if the dizzyingly thin and white nape of his neck was a criminal, Ian couldn’t help but worry about the strange leather straps that were held like handcuffs.
Every time her bell clinging to it makes her jingle, she can’t help but give her attention, and each time Ian recalls the conversation that day.
‘So, that type of leash is your preference?’
‘That’s right. I like that. I am.’
At the same time, if the blushing cheeks seemed a little less erotic, if only she hadn’t missed the timing to say something in embarrassment because she was fascinated by it.
She wouldn’t have been able to take her eyes off or, conversely, be conscious of it every time, so she wouldn’t have to worry every second about where to put her gaze.
The most embarrassing thing about Ian’s treatment of Eve was that Eve was a naive woman.
It was very strange that the person herself did not look vulgar at all, even though she was casually putting vulgar words into her mouth that would make anyone doubt their ears.
So, one day, I looked closely for the reason, and the result was that even if she thought Ian, she was really absurd.
This woman has no awareness at all.
She has no idea what she’s talking about, how her own body looks to a male, or how much her own actions inflame her man’s libido.
No matter how naive a woman she may be, is she anything but tall?
Does it make sense that she’s well past adulthood and doesn’t know that?
She was suspicious at first, but Ian eventually figured out why.
Eve knew, unexpectedly, that she could tell the difference between erotic and non-erotic.
However, the moment it involved her Eve herself, she was completely unaware that her own behavior was erotic.
To the point where it feels a bit odd.
Her behavior was the same as that of a person with extremely low self-esteem.
People who torment themselves saying that there is no way I can be loved.
Eve judged her own body and behavior unduly harshly, so she had concluded from the start that there was no way for her to be rude in what she did, and that there was no way she would stand out in the eyes of others.
As long as that deep-rooted perception itself is not changed, Eve’s ignorant temptation will continue.
Like right now
She didn’t know how lewd it was to see her large breasts, which made her feel full just by looking at them, clinging to Ian’s ribs and distorting them randomly.
Every time Eve rubbed her belly, it also rocked her well, especially when Ian, who was looking straight down at her, could clearly see the concave valley.
To make matters worse, the bump in the stomach was so pleasant that Eve was so busy chewing out her bright red tongue, so absorbed in the act that she didn’t even know she was drooling, that the clear saliva gravitated to a sticky thread. It was said that the place where it fell was the valley that Ian couldn’t take his eyes off of.
Then, as the saliva that began to drip like raindrops gathered and pooled in the hollow, Ian’s patience finally began to show the bottom.
Ian was seized with the urge to beat her past self, who she believed existed in the realm where she could control her sexual desire.
How can you put up with this?
Iron-blooded mindset. Okay. Iron-blooded I am most proud of Ernest, who is considered to have inherited the strongest blood from a family that has inherited the iron-blooded nickname from generation to generation…
… Damn it, mother, it doesn’t help at all. Damn, Sangvis, what kind of a ferret is Sangvis!
Ian’s inside was crying like that.
Even if the living Buddha were to appear in this place,
There was no way Eve could withstand her temptations.
But,
But Ian persevered.
She endured it with only one thought: not to treat Eve as she pleased.
He succeeded in putting the agony and desire that burned to the point of boiling his brain into the depths of his heart.
But his crisis is not over yet.
No, this was the beginning.
“Master, now, slowly, slowly, should we do something erotic… ?”
“…”
“Yes? Eve is cold. If my master doesn’t hug me, I feel lonely…”
“…”
“Being belly to stomach, hugging tightly, or, bubi bubi, while doing it. Ehe. Ehehehe…”
Ian knows.
To Eve, the word naughty is,
It meant hugging and sleeping together because it was cold and lonely.
Eve, who interpreted Ian’s words arbitrarily, called it that, and must have used it in the same sense now.
Despite knowing it, Ian couldn’t help but feel like a well-honed knife had been applied to the string of reason he had barely reconnected.
How could each one be so bad?
On the subject of savagely folding up the aegyo located under the big eyes,
As pure as the eyes contained in it,
Ian was momentarily distant.
