Moonlight filtered through the window screen, casting a hazy blue veil over Ilus’s sleeping body. The silk fabric slid obediently to either side, revealing the tender skin hidden beneath.
The young girl remained completely defenseless, still immersed in her dreams, unaware that the demon beside her was already salivating over her.
Eliana’s finger pressed lightly against Ilus’s lower abdomen, a movement that was not unfamiliar to her.
However, tonight, a different emotion rose within her. This wasn’t a simple caress; it felt more like she was measuring her.
She used her fingernail to trace a circle along the lovely abdominal lines, leaving a circular mark on the flushed skin that looked exceptionally tempting.
A moment later, she uttered a sentence that would have turned Ilus’s face bright red had she been awake.
“I wonder if the lady would be shy if I wrote my name here with a water pen?”
As her fingertips continued to rub and move slowly across the skin, Eliana’s gaze grew even more heated. ‘It seems my master is quite afraid of being touched here.’
With her palm pressed fully against the skin, Ilus’s delicate body inevitably trembled. As if feeling some kind of stimulation, the girl let out an unconscious mumble in her sleep.
Afraid of waking Ilus, Eliana slowly increased the pressure of her palm, keeping the force right on the edge of waking her.
The sleeping Ilus let out a cute, pampered grunt before her body instinctively tried to curl up, but she was immediately pinned down firmly at the waist by the maid’s other hand.
“Don’t think about escaping, Master~”
Speaking in a slightly sickly tone, Eliana applied a bit more pressure, leaving a handprint on the smooth, white skin.
“So bouncy. I really want to hold you in my arms forever~”
Eliana leaned down, her nose almost touching that shivering skin. The girl’s scent — a mixture of a faint, ethereal fragrance and the warm aroma naturally rising from her sleep — caused her golden pupils to dilate slightly.
‘As expected, the lady is still too…’
She narrowed her eyes as if in a half-dreaming state, slowly rubbing her cool cheek against her. She felt the heartbeat beneath gradually quicken; even in a deep sleep, the girl’s physical instincts were still being teased.
The intensity increased once again, and this time the stimulation came so suddenly and quickly that Ilus’s body jolted. Even under the drug effect, her smooth back reflexively arched into a startled curve.
But Eliana laughed. Her smile was half-lit and half-shadowed in the moonlight, eerie and satisfied.
Ilus’s breathing was disrupted in her sleep. Her steady breaths became short, each inhalation carrying a slight tremor.
Her brow furrowed unconsciously, though whether in resistance or indulgence was unclear. Saliva flowed more rapidly from the corner of her slightly parted mouth, spreading a small dark patch on the pillow.
Eliana lifted her head slightly and gazed at the girl’s dazed face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyelashes were wet, and her lips opened and closed helplessly.
A strong desire for destruction intertwined with the rapturous joy of possession, crashing against her chest. She wanted to leave marks, she wanted to see an even more out-of-control expression, but she had to endure. That’s right, she had to endure!
Deeply inhaling, Eliana grabbed the tea by the bedside — which had already gone cold — and poured it over her own head.
The tea soaked her clothes, and combined with the cool night breeze, Eliana couldn’t help but shiver. While this might cause her to catch a cold, she couldn’t care about that right now.
Fortunately, she finally managed to calm down. Otherwise, she was truly afraid she wouldn’t be able to resist devouring the young lady tonight.
“Whew… I should keep looking to see which part of Master is the most delicious. It will make it easier to eat the lady up completely later~”
Eliana’s fingers continued to wander, like a meticulous Gourmet examining precious ingredients. Her fingertips slowly traced the curve of the ribs, feeling the smooth texture.
She closed her eyes and whispered softly, her breath brushing against Ilus’s waist, as if she were appreciating a work of art.
As if sensing this dangerous evaluation in her sleep, Ilus’s body shifted uneasily, yet she couldn’t escape due to the maid’s premeditated suppression.
Eliana’s palm slid further down, stopping at the curve that looked exceptionally tempting because she was lying on her side. The fine material of the silk nightgown perfectly outlined the girl’s youthful and alluring curves.
She released her grip and pressed her fingertips against the plump thigh. Without much effort, she could feel its startling elasticity.
“Mmm… truly perfect~”
Eliana licked her lips as if thinking of something delicious. Her voice became deeper and raspier,带着压抑的渴望.
“It reminds me of the barbecue I’ve had before. Mmm… delicate fibers… sliced thin and grilled. Next time, maybe… I should make it into premium Beef Tartare.”
The thought made her throat tighten, and saliva constantly secreted in her mouth.
The most tender parts left uncooked, seasoned only with spices and egg yolks, preserving the most primitive vitality and flavor.
The night wind snuck through the crack of the window that hadn’t been closed tightly, blowing Eliana’s wet hair and thin dress. It brought a chill, but it also slightly cooled her burning skin and boiling blood.
She had to maintain her composure, even though the beast called desire within her heart was frantically crashing against its cage.
Finally, her gaze landed on Ilus’s slender neck.
Moonlight flowed over that elegant curve. The skin was so thin that the light blue veins beneath were almost visible, pulsing gently with her slow pulse. This was the most fragile passage of life and the most tempting part. The thought of destroying this place had surfaced in her mind countless times.
She had also fantasized countless times about how delicious that warm nectar would be when she bit into it.
Eliana leaned over, her lips stopping mere millimeters from the skin. She could smell the unique, sweet scent at the girl’s neck.
Her breath grew hot, puffing against that sensitive skin, causing Ilus to let out a very soft whimper in her dream. Her neck shrank away unconsciously, yet there was nowhere to hide.
She reached out and gently squeezed Ilus’s neck.
“Fragile… and perfect…”
Eliana’s voice was dazed, carrying an almost pious obsession.
“What a beautiful work of art, Lady. I’m looking forward to the moment I shatter it so much!”
She extended the tip of her tongue and very lightly, very slowly, licked her own lips, as if she had tasted a supreme delicacy.
The girl beneath her seemed to sense the threat and began to struggle in her sleep, like a drowning person desperately seeking air.
Intermittent sobs spilled from her throat. Her body swayed between instinctive fear and unspeakable sensory impact. Her fingers gripped the bedsheets beneath her, twisting them into messy wrinkles.
Eliana’s fingers on the neck didn’t apply force. Instead, she used the pad of her thumb to slowly rub that beating pulse, feeling the most vivid rhythm of life accelerating and shivering under her palm.
“Shh… Master,” her voice was pressed extremely low, carrying a hypnotic rhythm.
“You’re still in a dream… It’s just a dream.”
“Oh, right. I almost forgot about this place. So tender and plump, full of juices.”
Looking down, she continued to talk to herself.
“Perhaps here… perhaps one can best experience the vivid sweetness of life. However~ it needs a little bit of stimulation…”
With that, she raised her palm and swung it toward the round, pert White Mochi.
*Slap!!!*
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