beast chapter 5

Ariette tilted her head. Could someone really spill water from every hole in their body? She couldn’t quite grasp the meaning, but something felt decidedly off. 

Should I really free him…?

But if she left him here, what would become of him? She doubted she could navigate this enormous maze alone, especially without his help. He’d appeared in her dream last night, guiding her here. That suggested he possessed considerable power—power that might be useful in escaping the maze. Wait, how did he end up like this anyway?

“Haah… it hurts….” A pained groan broke through her thoughts. His beautiful face was contorted in an expression that made her chest ache. The hesitation in Ariette’s eyes vanished, replaced by a look of determination. She decided to trust the unbelievably tender touch of the hand that had caressed her in her dream. “I’ll… I’ll free you so you won’t hurt anymore.”

His gaze fell upon her small hands, clutching the key as if it were a lifeline, then lifted again. His firmly set lips looked endearing. What expression would she make if I put my cock in that mouth? Beelzebub mused, a gentle expression masking his dark thoughts. “Thank you, my lady. I’ll trust you.”

Ariette stopped a step away, her head tilting back involuntarily. From a distance, the intricate muscles sculpted upon his pale skin had seemed like a perfect work of art, inspiring awe. But up close, his larger-than-expected, solid frame felt less like something to admire and more like a threat. His height, broad shoulders, and thick chest radiated a primal masculinity. It wouldn’t have been surprising if he simply broke free from the vines and chains on his own.

She unconsciously wet her dry lips, their eyes meeting in that instant. He was looking down at her, his eyes languidly half-closed. Ariette quickly turned away, startled. His presence felt strangely overwhelming, but she composed herself, feigning indifference as she examined the chains. No matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t find a keyhole.

“I… I don’t know where the keyhole is.”

“Indeed, where could it be…?” Beelzebub slowly opened and closed his eyes, then looked down at his body. The chains didn’t bind his neck, allowing him to move his head freely. “Ah, here it is.”

“Where?”

“It’s… a bit embarrassing to say…” He trailed off, lowering his gaze. A faint blush colored his marble-like skin. His boyish shyness was unexpected. As Ariette stared up at his face, his long lashes slowly lifted.

“My lady, could you bring your lips closer to my ear?”

When Ariette hesitated, Beelzebub urged her on in a honeyed voice, “Come on.”

The next thing she knew, she was on tiptoe, her ear pressed close to his lips.

“The keyhole is…”

His hot breath tickled her sensitive skin. Just as Ariette flinched at the sensation of her hairs standing on end, his voice, lowered further, whispered into her ear,

“On my p*nis.”

“……!” She recoiled, her cheeks burning.

“W-why would you say such a word so casually?!”

“Then what should I call a p*nis? Genitals? Reproductive organ? Phallus? C*ck? D*ck? Prick? Member? Manhood? Thing?”

“S-stop!” If she let him continue, she’d hear every imaginable word. Ariette covered her face with her hands, shaking her head vigorously.

“This is ridiculous…. Y-you’re joking, right? That can’t be true.”

“Joking?” His expression was utterly serious.

“You can check for yourself, my lady.”

“….”

“Come on, my pe—”

“Reproductive organ, please.” Ariette lifted her face and declared firmly. Beelzebub readily nodded.