beast chapter 19

No matter how young and alluring his appearance, the fact remained that he had lived for centuries. Yet, the blinding beauty of his form was also an undeniable truth. Could any woman possibly feel repulsed by him? Perhaps, instead, the urge to trace the lines of his face and body might be irresistible. Ariette lowered her gaze, concealing these audacious thoughts.

“…I don’t know. I suppose I’ll only know if I try.”

“Shall we try now?”

“N-Now? Try what…?”

She snapped her head up. In stark contrast to her wide, startled eyes, he wore a relaxed smile, his eyelids half-closed.

“How about we start with a kiss?”

My heart isn’t ready yet. But her lips had already uttered something entirely different.

“Do you… know how to kiss?”

“I told you, I studied. Diligently.”

“Oh… I don’t know how…”

“It’s alright. I can do it.”

“….”

“Just meet my lips.”

In that moment, her gaze was irresistibly drawn to his lips. Ariette flinched, lowering her eyes before cautiously raising them again. In the process, she met his intense stare and quickly looked away.

“…Will you… put it in?”

“Put what in?”

Before she could answer, your tongue, the one split in two, he spoke.

“You have to be specific. There are many things one can put in. Tongue, fingers, p*nis—”

“Tongue!”

“Tongue.”

Ariette, cheeks flushed, could only nod.

“Yes, I’ll put it in.”

“When…?”

“When you meet my lips. But my lady, are you only curious about the tongue?”

“…?”

“Aren’t you curious about anything else?”

At first, she didn’t grasp the meaning. Staring blankly at him, Ariette, with a slight delay, understood the hidden nuance and lowered her head.

“Just the… just the tongue… just put your tongue in.”

“Mm, I will.”

Beelzebub’s eyes narrowed into crescents.

“Just the tongue.”

The tips of her fingers, resting demurely in her lap, trembled for a moment. Then, with a resolute expression, she nodded and rose from the tree stump.

“Surprising. I thought you’d take a bit longer to decide.”

“Better to face the music sooner rather than later, right?”

“A beating hurts, but a kiss will be gentle.”

Ariette’s steps faltered.

“…Truly?”

“Yes.”

Beelzebub slowly closed and opened his eyes.

“S*x can be more painful than a beating, but we’re only going to kiss.”

“….”

“I’ll be gentle with you, all the way.”

For now. Ariette didn’t hear the words swallowed back down his throat. Even if she had, she wouldn’t have stopped walking towards him. She was already captivated by his gaze and voice, which would have sounded sensual even if he were reciting holy scripture.

As the distance between them closed, her head tilted back. Now, only two steps remained. The man’s upper body was bound by thick chains and vines, but his legs were free. One more step, and those strong legs could coil around her slender frame like a serpent. Perhaps he would lower his head and bite her neck. The chains were wrapped from just below his nipples, so they couldn’t completely restrict his movements.

Yet, she didn’t stop. She was placing herself in the most vulnerable position, seemingly unaware of the danger. Like a lamb that couldn’t sense the predator before it, the innocent expression on her clear face was proof of her ignorance.

“How…”

Ariette looked up at him, inwardly impressed. She wasn’t short, yet he was a full head taller than her.

“How tall are you?”

“I’m not sure exactly, but I seem to be taller than you, wouldn’t you say?”

“You’re much taller than me…”

From her perspective, she could see his collarbone, chest, and the area in between. Ariette hesitated, about to stand on tiptoe, when Beelzebub lowered his head. Is he going to kiss me now? She stared blankly at his approaching face, but he tilted his chin to the side.