The Escort Knight Who Is Obsessed by the Villainess Wants to Escape - Chapter 184

Hot breaths mingle.

A breath warmer than body heat is drawn into the other the moment it leaves your lips.

Breathing in someone else’s air was a strange, uncanny feeling.

The breath heats the body, escapes again, and becomes the other’s.

Damp lips rub together roughly.

When the faintly wet sounds mix with low, appreciative hums, the imagination soars even further.

Eliza nibbled and sucked at Judas’s lips with care—yet urgency.

Likewise, Judas savored Eliza’s lips as if tasting something rare, rolling them between his own.

Slick with saliva, their lips glided smoothly.

The slippery friction stoked the heat in their bodies even higher.

Their breaths grew increasingly ragged.

When their lips parted, their tongues waited inside, ready to play their part.

Neither knew what to do—it was their first time.

But as reason dissolved into saliva, they surrendered to animal instinct.

Naturally, without thought of who moved first, their tongues stirred.

Boldly invading the other’s mouth, they touched.

Soft, warm, and wet—the slight collision of slick flesh.

After a light greeting, they rubbed together as if searching.

Up and down, left and right.

It wasn’t intoxicating, but there was a faint sweetness—perhaps from the wine they’d drunk.

Or maybe it was just that the other’s saliva tasted sweet.

After all, today was the first time he had ever savored someone’s spit so greedily.

The tentative, exploring grazes lasted only a moment.

Before they knew it, their tongues were moving fiercely.

They writhed together with gluttonous noises.

Tangling, twisting, each vying for dominance—it was a prelude to what their bodies would soon do.

Human flesh and saliva held no particular flavor.

Yet the taste on her tongue was sweet, addictive even.

It almost made him wonder if tongues existed solely for this very act.

Eliza exhaled sharply through her nose and clung to him.

Her arms looped around Judas’s neck, pulling him closer, deeper.

Even when there was no space left to close, she wanted more.

She wanted to surpass mere contact.

Humans are separate beings.

They can touch, but they can never become one.

Two distinct entities cannot occupy the same space.

And so, people remain eternally unknown to one another.

That was why Eliza, desperate to know Judas, was consumed by the desire to merge with him.

If they could become one, she would cling so tightly they’d never separate again.

She’d squeeze hard, make escape impossible—claim him as her own.

“Mnngh….”

A shamefully wanton moan slipped out with her breath.

Embarrassed by her own voice, she only clung tighter.

Judas’s firm, broad body was as steady as a bed, stable even when climbed onto.

Possessed by the urge to monopolize her, Eliza wrapped her legs around him and held on tight.

Something brushed between her thighs—

Hot and hard.

Something rising from Judas’s body.

Truthfully, this wasn’t the first time.

Back when Eliza’s chest had first begun to swell, whenever she slept beside Judas, something uncomfortable would press against her from between Judas’s legs.

At first, not knowing what it was, she had tried to push it away with her hand.

After finding out, I pretended not to know and avoided touching it.

Even afterward, it happened occasionally.

Especially when cuddling to sleep—there had been several such moments, but I still chose to feign ignorance.

But today, I couldn’t do that.

I didn’t want to.

I just wanted to let go of reason and act on instinct.

Even if it was something beastly, savage, or vulgar.

“Mmm….”

I moved my lower half slowly.

That hot thing pressed firmly against my groin, rubbing back and forth as if sweeping over me.

My spine tingled, while my lower abdomen pulsed with heat, pounding like a drum.

The pleasure spreading like wildfire made my body tremble faintly without me even realizing it.

I could feel wetness seeping between my legs.

This had happened before.

When I couldn’t sleep, watching his sleeping face, or idly toying with his hardened length when he was asleep—there were times when I’d lose control like this.

The first time, I was so shocked.

It was a secret even Judas didn’t know.

Today, the wetness was especially excessive, making me strangely embarrassed.

A pleasant kind of shame.

Even so, the slow swaying of my lower half didn’t stop.

It felt like my senses had split in two.

Judas’ tongue and my own wandering mouth.

And the grinding against my groin through the thin fabric.

The small bursts of pleasure from those two points spread through my entire body again.

Breathing was a little difficult, but that only made it better.

Because it meant I could taste him more desperately.

“Mmm… Uhh…”

The more I heard Eliza’s sweet, coquettish moans, the more Judas’ reason faded.

Her instincts kept being provoked, the blood pooling below almost ready to burst.

The only fragile thread still holding onto reason was the fact that they were still clothed.

Judas carefully touched her body here and there.

Avoiding the most sensitive places—

Shoulders, back, waist, the curve of her hips—lightly grazing each.

Each time, Eliza shuddered but didn’t pull away.

Instead, she let out a whimper, as if disappointed.

“Mmm….”

Without thinking, she reflexively lifted her hips.

The hardened swell pressed insistently between her thighs.

“Hahh…!”

Then she let out a dizzy little gasp, sinking deeper into him.

From earlier, the way he had been moving his lower half back and forth, rubbing against her, had left his own arousal unbearably sensitive.

In this state, it was only natural instinct to want to see the soft skin hidden beneath the fabric.

He reached behind her back, slowly trying to undress her.

But a wedding dress was too cumbersome to put on alone—it required the help of several attendants.

Naturally, taking it off alone was just as difficult.

The number of ties and buttons securing it from behind was overwhelming.

The more impatient his hands became, the harder it was to remove.

The longer it took, the more his frustration grew.

They spent the time kissing and caressing as if tormenting each other, until finally—

Sluuip—the dress loosened.

The constricting pressure around her body vanished.

Eliza felt both liberated and desperate to hide.

She had expected it, but now that it was happening, she was overcome with shyness.

Carefully, their lips parted.

A tangled thread of saliva stretched between them.

With drowsy eyes, she looked at him and murmured softly.

“…You shouldn’t stare so openly.”

Judas didn’t answer.

Because he couldn’t promise.

Eliza, who had raised her upper body, finished removing her dress.

Judas quietly watched.

It was good he hadn’t answered earlier.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

As the dress that had wrapped around her body slipped off and was set aside, her creamy skin was finally revealed.

Eliza, as if embarrassed, clasped her hands in front of her chest.

Because of that, her already ample breasts pushed together, making them appear even larger.

Her face flushed as she glanced down at herself, then tightly shut her eyes.

Unconsciously, Judas licked his lips.

His hands moved on instinct.

Carefully, he cupped her large breasts with both hands.

“Nnh…!”

Seeing her flinch at his touch, a wicked urge threatened to explode.

He barely suppressed it with the last shreds of his rationality.

Gently, he squeezed, careful not to startle or hurt her.

Warm, plush, and soft flesh—

It almost seemed to radiate a heated, musky scent.

“Mmm…”

Even his fairly large hands couldn’t fully contain their volume.

When he squeezed, their weight was far from negligible.

Yet they remained firm, neither sagging nor splaying—a shape so perfect it defied gravity.

How could such a small body carry such ample flesh?

It was nothing short of astonishing.

He kneaded softly, then traced the curves of her breasts with his fingers.

Their shape, size, and texture were flawless—worthy of being called perfect.

Even the faint sweat gathered in the crease beneath.

For the briefest moment, he forgot his primal instincts and lost himself in an aesthetic admiration of the female form.

How could something so immaculately perfect exist in this world?

But it wasn’t just her breasts, which seemed capable of cradling a person in primordial comfort.

Why was a woman’s body so breathtakingly beautiful, so intoxicating?

The slender waist, the wide hips, the firm and healthy thighs.

The delicate collarbones, the graceful neckline, even her shy expression—

Every part exuded a bewitching allure that stirred the soul.

Judas’s gaze traced downward, his fingers following.

Slowly, carefully, he moved higher.

Toward the rosy peaks at the center of her chest.

The moment he felt their slick texture, Eliza let out a trembling whimper.

“Hahh… nn…”

Looking at her face—eyes shut, lips parted, lost in sensation—Judas swallowed hard.

Boldly, he rolled her nipple between his fingers.

“Hyaah…!”

Eliza shuddered, her back arching slightly.

The faint crease between her brows proved how deeply she felt his touch.

And beneath her clothes, the damp heat between her thighs was unmistakable.

Judas could hold back no longer.

“Ah—!”

He pulled Eliza into his arms and sat up.

In one swift motion, he laid her down and climbed over her.

Startled, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

When she opened her eyes, she was already pinned beneath him.

Drowning in his golden gaze, she felt as if she might be devoured whole.

I wanted to do it.

I wanted to be devoured.

To melt into his embrace, drunk and oblivious, to lose myself completely.

Eliza’s hair spilled across the bed like a cascade of silk.

Judas gently brushed it aside before gripping her chest again.

“Hah….”

He sealed her panting, tempting lips with his own.

Eliza welcomed him as if she had been waiting.

Her lips parted naturally, her tongue sliding out.

Her breath grew rougher under the touch of his large hands caressing her chest.

Every brush against her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine.

The pleasurable tremors were like electric thrills.

And when his fingers grazed her peaked tips, the jolt was sharp, almost dizzying.

Judas felt his heart swell with exhilaration.

It was a satisfaction akin to conquest.

Just knowing this beautiful woman willingly bared her skin to him was an incomparable delight.

Even more so because the woman beneath him was the one he loved—and because he knew she loved and desired him just as fiercely.

He devoured her lips while his hands explored her chest freely.

He squeezed, kneaded her stiffened peaks, even pinched them lightly between his fingers.

They were firmer than before.

“Hah, ngh—! Hhng….”

Eliza let out a heated moan and pressed herself closer.

Her hands fumbled, tugging at his clothes.

It wasn’t fair that she was the only one undressed.

She wanted to see him bare, too.

Even as Judas kissed and fondled her, he moved obligingly, helping her undress him.

She pulled off his jacket, then worked open the buttons of his shirt one by one.

Her excitement made her impatient—soon, she had undone them all.

Her hesitant hands moved lower, to his pants.

Clumsily, she unbuckled his belt, then unfastened the button.

Now he was ready.

Judas slowly broke the kiss.

Eliza’s dazed gaze trailed down his body.

She had seen his bare torso a few times before, but given the circumstances, she felt a flicker of shyness.

Still, he quickly shrugged it off and stripped without hesitation.

At the sight of his body, Eliza unconsciously licked her lips.

His broad shoulders.

The sharp definition of his muscles under the dim light.

The rugged contours seemed almost aggressive in their raw masculinity.

When her gaze drifted lower, she swallowed hard without realizing it.

The prominent bulge strained against his underwear, as if ready to tear through.

“…Can I touch it?”

The question slipped out, childlike in its curiosity.

Judas nodded silently.

She reached out, fingers grazing over the fabric.

“It’s hot….”

His body heat burned through the cloth.

“Did it get bigger… because of me?”

“…Of course.”

“Even normally?”

“Ah, so you knew….”

“…How could I not notice something this big? But the tip feels wet and sticky.”

The fabric was damp with slick arousal.

“That’s because I’m excited… because of you.”

“…Because of me.”

The fact that he was this excited because of her made her incredibly happy and satisfied.

Eliza, who had been fidgeting, spoke cautiously.

“…Can I touch you too?”

“……”

Truth be told, Judas had been wanting to do the same for a while now.

Eliza, lying beneath her, had her legs spread, trapping Judas between them.

Because of that, the space between her thighs was fully visible.

Eliza was wearing white underwear today, and whether it was due to the color or the material, the damp fabric had turned transparent.

Meaning, her soaked, glistening sex was visible through the thin cloth.

Judas had been going crazy with the urge to touch it since earlier.

“Then, by all means…”

Without hesitation, Judas placed her hand over the underwear.

It was drenched—so much liquid had seeped through.

“Ngh… This is embarrassing…”

Overcome with shame, Eliza twisted her waist.

That adorable gesture only excited Judas more, and she began stroking that precious spot up and down.

With every slight press, sticky fluid seeped through the fabric.

A strange, thick scent—different from Eliza’s usual sweet fragrance—filled the air.

It wasn’t necessarily a pleasant smell, but that only made her more aroused.

The thought that such a beautiful woman could emit this kind of scent…

While caressing each other’s intimate parts, their eyes suddenly met.

A silent signal—or perhaps an exchange of desire—passed between them, and they wordlessly came to an agreement.

Simultaneously, they slid their hands inside each other’s underwear.

Eliza flinched at the unexpected heat and hardness of the shaft in her grip.

But what shocked her more was its size and rigidity.

“You’re supposed to put this… inside your body…?”

It seemed impossible.

She was afraid, yet for some reason, it only turned her on more.

The hand stroking her most intimate flesh was thick yet tender.

Inside Eliza’s underwear, Judas first encountered damp curls.

Her fingers brushed past the shy patch of hair above her sex, trailing downward.

The hot, humid air was palpable even against her hand.

When she cautiously touched, her fingers were met with sticky wetness.

Running her finger along the tightly closed entrance, she felt it part slightly.

A thicker fluid trickled out.

The sensations under her fingertips ignited her imagination.

What would it feel like to push inside?

“Ah—h…”

Eliza arched her back, letting out a desperate moan.

The sight of her tilting her head back made Judas feel like she was being pulled in, and she leaned over her.

“Hup—?!”

She claimed Eliza’s lips without restraint.

Her hand was still feverishly stroking inside Eliza’s underwear.

Though startled, Eliza responded to the kiss.

Their tongues tangled as they continued to fondle each other’s arousal.

Their touches grew rougher, bolder, matching the rhythm of their breathing.

“Hah, hng… Judas…”

Lost in unsatisfied pleasure, Eliza let slip words she hadn’t meant to say.

It was a thoughtless utterance—instinctive, bypassing reason entirely.

“I love you.”

Even she was surprised after saying it.

The genuine feelings in her heart had spilled out uncontrollably.

Judas blinked in surprise before smiling leisurely at her flustered expression.

Her reply was soft, almost as if she were licking Eliza’s ear.

“I love you too.”

“Ugh…!”

A voice whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

“I… can’t hold back anymore…”

Her desire was steadily reaching its limit.

And Judas was no different.

Carefully, he peeled off her underwear.

A sticky strand of saliva stretched between them.

Eliza, overcome with embarrassment, covered her face with both hands—but they carried a peculiar scent.

Her hands, which had just been caressing his manhood, were now wet with his saliva.

A strange smell, slightly musky yet oddly refreshing.

She tentatively licked it.

No particular taste, just a faint stickiness.

It wasn’t unpleasant.

He pressed himself against her lower half.

As she slowly moved her hands aside, she saw him nestled between her thighs.

And there, casting a shadow over her most intimate place—was that large, throbbing part of him.

Veins bulged along its length, making it look almost angry.

“……”

Judas looked down at Eliza, who lay beneath him with her legs spread wide, waiting.

Her flushed face. Her disheveled long hair.

Her breasts, slightly parted and swaying with each breath.

The erect pink nipples.

And then, her glistening sex, dripping with anticipation right before his hardened length.

Every detail was dangerously, intoxicatingly erotic.

“Go… slowly…”

“…Understood.”

As she asked, Judas pushed himself into Eliza—slowly, gently.

The moment they finally became one had arrived.