The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 49: Flirting is not designed for a virgin

Chapter 49: Flirting is not designed for a virgin

My breath hitched at the bulge I felt under my crotch, pressing slightly into my thigh. I couldn’t help but stare down, my sight tracing the visible outline.

I had to say this; I might have one or two naughty thoughts, but I was your neighborhood prude kid, okay? Since I lived in a hospital ward for half of my life, I had no access to perverse sites and imagery. Even if my mind conjured up some scenarios, they never went ’that’ far.

Of course, it wasn’t like I never saw one—I mean, I had it myself. But feeling other’s was a first for me, even though clothing. No—I felt it that night, but my mind was so muddled that I couldn’t remember it clearly. This time though...

It finally dawned on me that we were in the kind of relationship that would naturally lead to sexual activity.

And my stupid throat decided to gulp at that thought.

Natha patted my shocked cheek gently, laughing softly all the while. "Ssh—it’s just a normal physical reaction since you keep wriggling on top of me. I couldn’t help it so cut me some slack, mm?" when I finally shifted my gaze from below to his face, he added with a smile. "It’ll go away shortly. Be patient with me for a bit,"

I stared at him for quite some time; he had an easy smile and a relaxed gaze, one hand perching on my waist and another one brushing my stray hair aside.

Honestly, I had no idea what kind of moral standard people in this world held. Valmeier was a priest, so of course he lived by upholding the anti-sin mentality; lust was one of them. While he was never in the business of preaching since he was a battle priest, he held no interest in the matter of carnal pleasure in the first place.

So I had no idea whether people in this world thought of sex as a common thing or something sacred that should only be consumed after marriage. I had no idea how much Natha expected of me in that regard—did he consider it natural to move into that phase as soon as possible, or do we need to wait for our official union?

"You’re thinking too much again," his voice stopped my train of thought, and my vacant eyes gained back their focus by staring at his handsome face. "Don’t worry about it, I won’t do anything you don’t want," he pinched my chin and pulled my waist closer. Naturally, my arms slid further into his back, and I was face to face with him again. "I can wait," he whispered against my lips, kissing me briefly.

With a sudden tightness invading my chest, I held into him and buried my face in his shoulder, biting my lips so I wouldn’t let out any sound. With a small laugh, he caressed my back and patted my waist, leaning back snuggly into the swing’s backrest.

Slowly, I could feel the slight swaying of the swing. Inside his embrace, I felt nothing but comfort. Just like he said, the bulge below deflated after some time, and I was suddenly filled with guilt.

I didn’t know much about relationships, but if I used books and movies from my previous life, I had this perception that people would enter a sexual phase after becoming lovers—a lot did it even before then.

In that case, wouldn’t Natha expect the same?

Pressing my lips harder, I pressed my head even more into his shoulder. He patted my back lightly then, "Huh—you’re not crying, are you?"

"Of course not!" my answer came with a pounding on his shoulder, which he greeted with another laugh.

"What is this, then?" his hand moved to my hair, stroking my head. "Why is your mind in turmoil again?"

I lift my face without pulling away, resting my chin on his shoulder and staring at the wall of the labyrinth, and the white flowers around the swing. "I just worried that...you might get upset," I replied in a soft, whisper-like voice, my hands tightening on his back. "Because...I’m not...yet..."

I found it hard to blatantly mention it; that I wasn’t ready for something more intimate and invasive. There was that incessant worry that he would find me unsatisfactory, a fear of losing his affection.

"Oh, sweetheart..." just like me, his hand also tightened around me slightly. I felt his lips on my temple, before he added after a sigh. "Just a few months ago, I didn’t even think I would be able to hold you in my hand like this," his embrace got tighter for a second, before it loosen and his hand returned the comforting caress and pats from before. "Much less receive a kiss from you,"

He laughed briefly then, before gently pulling me away, straightened my back so we were face to face again. He stroked my hair and rubbed my cheek before asking me with a smile; "Do I look upset to you right now?"

"...no," I answered after a few seconds had passed.

No, he didn’t look upset. Honestly, he looked the brightest ever. The silver eyes twinkled with joy, and his face looked relaxed all over. He looked just like someone enjoying vacation after a long day at work.

That being said, I still remember that he was a Nightmare that was good at scamming people. It took a while for me to respond, however. "But...I don’t usually know what you’re thinking," I said carefully, averting my eyes and fidgeting with his shirt button. "You’re good at concealing your mind and your expression, so..."

"Mm," he circled his arms on my waist, tilting his head so he could catch my sight. "Then you can just ask."

My fidgeting fingers stopped, and slowly, I peeked at him. Well, it was a simple answer. But was this Sir know how hard it was to ask someone about their thought? There was always this anxious feeling about whether or not the question would sour the other person’s mood.

Unconsciously, I pouted. Really—what lousy advice to give someone who lacked social interaction in the first place.

"Ask me, and I’ll answer you honestly," he laughed and leaned forward to kiss my pouting lips. "Don’t be afraid and just ask me whatever you want,"

"That’s...hard," I admitted weakly. It was as hard as accepting being greedy.

"Just try, you’ll get used to it," he patted my back, which felt as if he was encouraging me. But it was a gentle pat that almost felt like a caress, and I could feel his affection for me from that. His patience. "Okay?"

"...Okay," I nodded finally, and he kissed me, pulling me closer again.

I could get used to this; to the gentle kiss and the tight embrace. It was comforting, like a cool blanket on a summer night. When I laid my head on his shoulder, and he patted my thigh in a slow, constant motion, it felt like a silent lullaby.

Perhaps because we were finally established some sort of mutual relationship, and I was no longer feeling like my presence here was forced. Well, even if it was, I was feeling grateful for it. Rather than a place where everything was unknown, this Lair of his felt like home. It was the place where I stayed the longest since I transmigrated. And now that I had come to love him, it just felt like home. Like it was where I belonged in this world.

At least, my mind—which was desperately shoved away the fact that I was a foreign soul in the dark corner—said that to me.

"Ah, I need to tell you this, however," he suddenly said when I felt like I was about to fall asleep.

"Hmm?" I replied groggily, a bit annoyed that his patting motion had stopped.

"I said I’ll wait until you’re ready," he stroked my waist, as if making a compromise to my annoyance. But his words got me completely sober, and I slowly raised my body, blinking as he continued. "But it doesn’t mean I’ll wait passively,"

Again, I just blinked. The words seeped slowly into my mind, and it took me a while to make a dumb response. "Huh...?"

He leaned forward, smoothly pressed his lips on my jaw, just below my ear, and then spoke in that alluring tone. "I’m still going to seduce you slowly," his lips fell lower, lightly on my neck, hovering like a ghost against my pulse. "You don’t mind, do you?"

Uhh...Sir, you had been seducing me from the start. It wasn’t like I hadn’t fallen for it, seeing how far I had gone from a prude virgin to comfortably laying on your lap and receiving your kisses gladly.

At this point, it wasn’t a matter of seduction. It was just about how far my poor heart could take it.

There was also this nagging thought in the back of my mind that I was cheating. That I wasn’t the one who should be enjoying this. It was probably the biggest factor in why I couldn’t bring myself for further steps.

That being said, I still enjoyed this tremendously, even if I couldn’t say it out loud—lest I would combust in embarrassment.

"Like...like now?" I gripped his shoulder hard, feeling like my waist would lose strength with every feathery touch of his lips upon my skin.

"Hmm...you can think of it like that," he planted a firm kiss on the crook of my neck, before pulling away with a playful smile. "I’ll make you get used to my touch,"

I gasped.

Even more than now?