Chapter 312: More Than a Disciple, Less Than a Lover (2)1.

Siwoo crossed both of Eloa’s arms before pinning them up over her head.

Her two wrists, which had been blocking his hands, were subdued, leaving her feeling powerless.

Even though they were both standing, their bodies were pressed together so closely that there was hardly any space between them.

When his soft lips met hers, the scent of alcohol and faint tobacco, mixed with his natural scent, filled the air that she inhaled.

“Mmph...mm...”

Her mind went blank.

She was supposed to keep her lips tightly shut.

However, when Siwoo, who had been nibbling her upper lip, tilted his head, his soft and moist tongue slid inside.

What was even more surprising was that Eloa’s clenched teeth that had been biting down so hard that she could probably break her molars, magically opened.

Then, his tongue, that seemed to be able to fill her mouth up, rushed in, entwining her own like a snake.

“Chuup...mm...”

Their saliva mixed, blended with a sticky and sensual tone.

Their ragged breathing caressed each other’s faces.

Between her trembling legs, she could feel the hard press of his knee.

Her hands were bound, her intimate parts that weren’t supposed to be touched were being pressed down by his body, her tongue was being sucked by him as if it was a piece of candy.

Experiencing this, her memories of the past resurfaced.

To be more specific, the memories of the first time Siwoo embraced her.

That passionate memory...

The experience that couldn’t be erased by time, the memory of her succumbing to her primal instinct as a ‘woman’, fueling her desire.

Her heart and lungs, normally tireless even after a whole day of marathon, now seemed to malfunction as they moved faster and faster.

With her strength all drained, she leaned half her weight against the wall and the other half on Siwoo’s knee.

She couldn’t move a muscle, like a stuffed butterfly.

“Phew...haah...haa...”

The kiss that seemed like it would go on forever finally came to an end.

Siwoo’s lips, which had been invading her mouth as if it were his own, had been pulled away.

Yet, she craved for more.

Before everything else, the first thing that came to her mind was a deep sense of regret.

As a gap was being formed between their bodies, slowly growing bigger and bigger, the disappointment she felt became heavier.

Accompanying that feeling was her feeling of guilt and betrayal, making her feel even worse.

“This...is something...that shouldn’t...happen...”

Though she said that, deep down, she knew she didn’t mean it.

Despite her repeatedly saying such words, she did nothing to stop his advances.

“I don’t want this... Please...let me go...”

Another lie came out of her mouth.

In truth, she wanted him to keep on holding to her.

To never let her go, to keep embracing her.

She succeeded to wrestle her wrists out of his grip.

Without looking him in the eye, she searched for a place to escape.

In her current state, she was too confused to dismiss this whole thing and act as if nothing happened, but at the same time, she was too conflicted to come to a decision; To continue or not to.

So, she mustered what little strength that was left in her shaky legs and slipped out from Siwoo’s shadow.

Straightening her ruffled clothes, she told herself...

Well done, Tiphereth.

You did the right thing by refusing him.

She pushed aside her weak thoughts that urged her to compromise with his actions and returned to her usual stern demeanor.

“...If you ever need me, I’ll always be there for you.”

Eloa remembered how Siwoo had once pulled her from her deep despair and heartache, all while giving her strength to continue forward.

“If you want my life, I’ll give it to you without a second thought.”

Her love for him was so deep that she was willing to sacrifice everything for him.

“But there are things that I can’t allow, even if it’s for you.”

“Master...”

“So, please, don’t put me through this ever again...”

But she knew that guiding him away from the wrong path was an act of true love.

This rejection wasn’t for her own sake.

But, it was for his sake, as she couldn’t bear to see her dear disciple losing his morals and crossing the line that should never been crossed.

“Master.”

Siwoo approached her cautiously.

Then, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket before gently wiping the corner of her eyes.

“Please don’t cry.”

“Huh...?”

Only then did Eloa realize that tears were streaming down her face.

And the stinging pain that came from her biting her lip.

Then, she reached behind, undoing the knot at her waist, letting the straps slip off her shoulders.

Her white dress flowed down, revealing her milky white breasts.

Her smooth, flawless belly, shadowed like ripe fruit, was also revealed.

“If you come and embrace me now, later, I could probably think that it’s all a dream and move on.”

This was practically an invitation. She was trying to say that he would be allowed to do anything to her.

“When morning comes, I’ll forget everything. I might even forget the fact that I forgot.”

At the same time, she made a promise to herself to let today’s events go as night passed.

Siwoo gulped.

His eyes were fixated on her curves that were illuminated by the crimson light.

Her eyes, seemingly would burst into tears at the slightest touch, numbed his reason.

Eloa quietly slipped off her partially removed dress, leaving it by her feet.

Standing there in just her panties, she met his gaze.

Meanwhile, Siwoo let his gaze wander over her body.

“If it’s you...”

The feeling of embarrassment for acting so childishly...

Happiness of finally being able to speak out her thoughts...

Guilt of crossing a line she should never cross...

Anticipation and fear for what lay ahead of her...

And sadness, knowing that she’d have to pretend that none of this happened after the night passed.

A whirlwind of emotions flooded her mind.

The complex emotions were fused into something that was difficult to describe with words, like flickering flames, dancing around, with its passionate form and dreamlike allure.

“Now... What would you do to me...?”

Eloa closed her eyes.

Whenever she could sense his presence growing closer, her shoulders would shake.

She was terrified.

Scared.

She wanted to run away.

But, his hand dug into the back of her trembling body.

Aside from fear, his touch also gave her joy.

“I would take you to bed first, and...”

Siwoo’s gentle voice managed to reassure her.

She could feel her body float up.

Siwoo had scooped her up, supporting her knees and back.

He opened the door to the bedroom and carefully laid her down on the bed.

Then, he snapped his fingers, in which the room’s decorative lanterns responded by showing a magical pattern, casting light around.

Eloa, who had felt relieved being in the darkness, quickly moved to cover her chest and face, embarrassed as the lights had let her body be revealed to him.

“I’d kiss your body, even if she were to feel shy about it.”

Siwoo whispered as he climbed over her.

He turned her head to the side before pressing his lips onto her slender neck.

“Aah...!”

Her body jolted, as if she was hit by an electric shock.

Dizziness, not coming from the alcohol she had taken, engulfed her.

Goosebumps surged all over her body before disappearing.

Siwoo slowly moved down her neck, showering her body with kisses.

From across her straight collarbone and cleavage, down to her squirming abdomen and cute-looking navel.

“Aah...hng...!”

They weren’t her erogenous zones.

Because Siwoo purposely avoided all her sensitive areas.

If the atmosphere had been different, or if he were to do this in a different way, at best, she’d only feel ticklish.

He pressed her squirming body down.

Without stopping his kisses.

From her side, down to her white panties while he teasingly grazed her pelvic, then he went down to her thighs, knees, calves, and the soles of her feet.

Even her cute toes weren’t spared. His tongue slowly crawled down.

“S-Siwoo... T-That place is dirty—! Ahng!”

As Siwoo sucked and nibbled on each of her toes, unable to resist any longer, she protested.

Obviously, she was embarrassed.

Because she hadn’t washed them separately.

She was worried about any possible odor that her toes might have, but at the same time, him showing affection to even the most insignificant parts of her body made her feel loved.

“There’s not a single part of your body that is dirty, Master.”

After hearing such words coming out of his mouth, Eloa decided to trust him completely, her body occasionally quivered under his touches.