Chapter 32: Chapter 32

“Are you not going to eat?” (Raven)

“Oh, no.” (Molitia)

The indistinct sound from the back of her neck made her feel giddy. His hands that were moving slightly around her waist felt strange.

Molitia tried to ignore it and drink the medicine. Drinking medicine was the worst. She held her breath as she gulped down the medicine in one go.

‘Uh.’

Bam! She slammed the cup on the table like she was sick of it. Her face frowned in repulse. It was as horrible as the medicine that she used to ingest.

“Does it have such a terrible taste?” (Raven)

“Yes, terrifyingly.” (Molitia)

Even if one took the medicine up until the moment they died, they won’t ever get used to the horrible taste. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be stricken with a restored terror at every time she had to take them.

Molitia’s chin was lifted. For a moment, her eyes were wide-opened as his lips swallowed hers.

A soft tongue swept through her mouth. As he devoured her lips, he tasted her saliva and frowned slightly.

“…I think I know why you’re reluctant to take it now.” (Raven)

“Have you never taken medicine before?” (Molitia)

“Yes.” (Raven)

“Really?” (Molitia)

Just in case, he tried to remember as he saw her surprised face for a moment.

“I haven’t been very sick since I was young. I’ve been injured and treated them previously but it seems like I’ve never taken medicine before.” (Raven)

The taste in his mouth was still bitter. It didn’t disappear even after swallowing his saliva a few times which proved the intensity of its taste.

“I’m sure I’ll be reluctant to take this as well.” (Raven)

Molitia giggled softly. Wrinkles that were formed on his forehead—which do not spread easily—seemed to evaluate perfectly on the said medicine.

“You said you’d reward me if I take the medicine. Is this the reward?” (Molitia)n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“No, do you think it’ll be good to end it with just this?” (Raven)

“What?” (Molitia)

His gaze fell on Molitia’s body and tightened his embrace. Her face blushed furiously as he subtly touched her butt.

“No, it’s good enough.” (Molitia)

“My wife adores the simplest of things.” (Raven)

He grabbed hold of Molitia’s helpless hand and brought it to his mouth. His head sank as he kissed her slender fingers.

“You’ll be disappointed if this really ends.”  (Raven)

His other hand brushed down her neck. A small cry escaped from her mouth as he gently grabbed the chest that rose over her clothes.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to finish with this.” (Raven)

“Wait, ha…….” (Molitia)

The hand that was wandering over her clothes felt the exposed curves. While clutching on her waist even firmer, his hand went inside her skirts. As he brushed over her smooth thighs, she felt a heavy sensation in her lower abdomen.

“Ah, no.”  (Molitia)

“Why?” (Raven)

He put his lips to the base of her nape and asked her in his low voice as his hand grabbed hold of her inner thigh.

“It’s… it still hurts…” (Molitia)

“Is it very painful?” (Raven)

“…yeah, yeah.” (Molitia)

As his hand was pressing against her underwear, she was made to remember his touch last night. His touch that had made her experience a scorching sensation.

“Really? To the point where you can’t bear it?” (Raven)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

It is said that baths and massages can ease the pain, but the pain has yet to fade away. Didn’t she walk around just a few hours ago?

But she didn’t hate the heat that had warmed her lower belly. Even though it hurt when she accepted his member in her, his movement was pleasing to her as well. Pleasure and pain, Molitia was torn between the two.

“That?” (Raven)

“…I don’t know.” (Molitia)

“Then why don’t we make sure of it?” (Raven)

His hands dug in even further, thanks to the hint of her willingness. He pushed her underwear aside and thrusted his finger in.

“Oh… …”  (Molitia)

Her thigh hardened as her waist trembled slightly. He then grabbed her hips tighter across her flesh.

“It’s already wet.“ (Raven)

His confirmation heated her up instantly. It was the first time that he had rubbed her swollen flesh with his thumb without having to worry about her reactions.

“Molitia.” (Raven)