The Damn Family Is Back Again

402. The Pr*posal (1)

She assumed that they would act like they would kiss each other.

She thought that they would just pretend to kiss, so they can decieve.

She thought the only reason for the sly fox doing it because she does everything that will make Carsein stay with her.

And what’s more is that they have been acting like this ever since.

She always considered the eyes of others, what they might think, so it was expected she would now, as well.

But.

It wasn’t so.

No hand was raised to conceal anything.

No barrier existed between lip and lip, of any kind.

It was a kiss of tongues, a crimson flash as they intertwined.

A sticky kiss, saliva mingling and mixing in a fervent dance.

What unfolded before her eyes was a love, clinging and thick, imbued with an almost unbearable intensity.

‘It… wasn’t a sham?’

Penellin shuddered, her whole body trembling.

She couldn’t return defeated, not like this.

“Ha, ha…! This preposterous display…! You think showing me this now will hide the fact it was a fake engagement?! You just wait. I, I will tear you lovebirds apart…!”

“Seems to me, someone’s remarkably dense.”

“Indeed.”

“Heh, hahahah! Go on, then, flail about. Let’s see if you sing the same tune after you’re exposed…!”

Penellin, who had been scoffing, abruptly ceased her words.

Karsein embraced Harnie.

He was slowly drawing closer to her.

Toward her bare shoulder.

“What… are you…?”

Closer still he moved, and then, like a wild beast, he seemed to bite at Harnie’s neck.

And then.

A sound burst forth.

“Ah…!”

The voice of a slender, small animal, caught in the moment.

But it wasn’t a sound of resistance, or displeasure.

It was a moan, decidedly sensual, steeped in pleasure.

“Haa, haa… Karsein…”

“Hush.”

“Ah, aahng…!”

He bit her neck again.

Her body quivered.

Her fingertips, rather than pushing him away, clutched at Karsein’s head, as if in longing.

Her breaths grew heated, her eyes already glazed with ecstasy.

But it was the same as when their lips had met.

Harnie simply responded to Karsein, offering no resistance to his actions.

Soon, the beast who had been gnawing on her pale neck lifted his head.

A vivid mark remained on Harnie’s fair skin.

This time, Karsein spoke.

“Perhaps you understand now? That it isn’t a sham. And that nonsense about you being an acceptable woman? Let me be clear, you don’t have anything like this.”

“…”

“Hah…”

Karsein placed his hand on Harnier’s chest, gently kneading it.

“Harnier’s are much bigger than yours, you know.”

“Heup…”

This time, her waist.

“I prefer Harnier’s waistline, it’s far more slender.”

“Ha, haah…”

Finally, his hand drifted down to her hip line.

“Rather than your scrawny figure, I much prefer a woman with such generous hips. A man’s got his preferences, doesn’t he? Men have preferences.”

Then, wrapping his arms around Harnier’s waist once more with a tenderness that belied the sharp glint in his eyes, he retorted,

“A fake, you say? I answered her accusation by saying I desire this woman at this very moment. Not your body, which holds no appeal, but Harnier’s. My ideal type, the one who pierced my heart, isn’t some woman whose name I cannot even recall, but Harnier.”

“…”

“Will you continue to spout such nonsense even after witnessing this?”

After witnessing that, utter the same drivel?

There was no way.

Fenerin wasn’t some naïve little girl with a head full of fantasies; she’d long made her debut and was of an age to seek a match.

In short, there was no way she wouldn’t understand what she was seeing.

They were rubbing not only their lips but their bodies together. Lascivious hands never once released Harnier. Harnier didn’t refuse.

There was no awkwardness in their actions and responses. In their act of pressing against one another, no hint of artificiality existed. If this were seen at the newspaper… a headline would run across the entire front page.

Could anyone witness this and still claim there was no love being exchanged?

The areas where Harnier’s fair skin had been reddened stood out clearly.

Slightly flushed, the marks of love generated by a rather intense display of affection.

Could one witness these kiss marks and still testify that the love between them was a lie?

“…Kgh!”

The defeated one remained silent. She merely ground her teeth together and departed the scene.

The intruder was gone. The two remaining figures gazed intently at each other.

Each, surely, had much to say.

Not once was there any planning in this whole sequence of events.

Everything had occurred spontaneously, there was no prior agreement or rehearsed response.

Wouldn’t one be curious?

From the perspective of the eavesdropper, as well as from the perspective of the one who responded to the hidden person’s actions.

What were the thoughts behind the words spoken? One would want to know.

Were they merely spoken in haste, or just to defuse the situation? One would want to inquire.

Were all the actions displayed to Fenerin genuine? One would want to know.

Yet, neither one spoke a word.

They didn’t ask each other, nor did they broach the subject.

For the gazes they exchanged held another yearning.

They wished to continue.

That kiss from just moments ago.

-Drip. Drip…

A rain, beginning so subtly, fills the silence.

Then, the first words fall.

“We’ll need someplace to escape this rain, I think.”

If all they needed was shelter, they could take a carriage to the Marquis’ estate, briefly stay at the Duke’s mansion, or even find respite at an inn. There were plenty of options.

But those names were not uttered, not carelessly.

No, it was as if they *shouldn’t* be uttered. No one so much as parted their lips.

“It could last a while. A place to wash, and to rest, would be necessary too.”

A place to wash, and a place to rest… perhaps that was unnecessary.

It could be just a passing shower, after all.

Rain that would briefly fall and then cease.

Since the day’s planned excursions were unfinished, a brief respite nearby would be ideal. Finding a place close to them for a short time is the optimal.

But they did not move hastily.

Shelter was not their only goal. It did not meet the most crucial condition of what they needed now.

“There’s a branch that hasn’t opened yet nearby… Shall we rest there?”

A branch that hadn’t opened yet.

No people would be there. Even the staff had yet to begin management duties.

There would be a place to lie down. Perfect for a rest.

And, most importantly, it satisfied the foremost condition: a place for just the two of them.

“Let’s go.”

Avoiding the rain, which was now falling heavier, they moved.

Their hands remained clasped.

-Ting!

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▶EPISODE III. Proceeding with a Relationship Beyond Lovers…◀

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By now, the day’s plans were long ruined.

Nothing seemed to go right; interlopers had appeared and devoured their time completely.

To top it all off, rain had begun to fall from a clear sky, a veritable accumulation of the worst possible circumstances.

But now, the plans didn’t matter.

The thought of starting with the proposal didn’t matter anymore.

The reins of reason, which had held them back with multiple layers, had already snapped.

They thirsted.

A parching thirst, like a fire in the throat.

A thirst to swallow something, desperately.

And… a thirst to commit some wicked deed, right this instant.

To that primal instinct, that endless craving.

The threads of reason snapped, useless.

“…”

Truly, it was a sweet time.

Even if nothing came to fruition, the time was sweet.

Even if all that Karsein prepared fell through, there could be no day more blessed.

The heat wouldn’t subside.

Harnie had been raising the corner of her lips at the clandestine, indirect kisses Karsein didn’t realize he was giving.

Harnie had been deliberately seeking out those kisses that came from their lips barely touching through a breadstick.

Even the kisses he stole while she slept had filled her with boundless joy.

But this, where he directly touched his lips to hers, his hand gently cradling her neck, their mouths pressed together, was a first.

The flame could only blaze higher.

And here, that fire would not be quenched.

After he nipped at her nape, there was no calming down.

After the man who usually seemed so indifferent began to caress her breasts, his hands crawling down her waist and over her hips, she burned endlessly.

Shame? Embarrassment?

Unfelt.

Instead, a thirst ignited.

All that remained was his touch, the touch that sent delicious shivers down her spine, and the sweet time she’d savored while feeling it.

The heat harbored a fire.

And her fire-infused body craved.

Craved the man’s deeper touch to extinguish it.

She desperately wanted to quench this endless thirst.

-Click.

The door shut, severing them from the rain-swept sky.

Silently, they gazed at each other.

Their appearances were a mess.

The intensifying raindrops had drenched them.

Thankfully, here, they had a chance to relax and prepare for what came next.

Enough time to warm themselves, to redo their makeup.

But such things held no meaning now.

“…”

“…”

Still, the lingering echo of that kiss remained.

An undiminished, intense aftertaste clung to their lips.

Wordlessly, they kissed.

*

“Haa-aahm. Slurp.”

Soft membranes enveloped me.

Her lips, especially heated today, approached as if to ignite a flame.

An awkward tongue writhed, leaving my mouth smeared with saliva.

“Hwaa, haa…”

Harnier catching her breath.

The sight of her breathing with such sensual sounds was deeply alluring.

Through her thoroughly soaked clothing, a glimpse of her tempting skin caught my eye.

Still lost in the afterglow, yearning for something more, she grasped my hand and guided it to her ample bosom.

“No need to peek… You can look openly. And…”

-Squeeze.

“You can touch… as much as you want.”

It was permission.

Not just to look, but to touch.

…Lethal.

Soft, and warm.

Though cold raindrops fell, this fiery breast itself felt too good.

But the highlight was her next utterance.

“Not just over the dress…”

“…”

Ha. Driving me mad.

-Slide.

“Uht…?!”

I slipped my hand beneath the dress.

What kind of sensation was this? The feeling of slipping my hand inside was incomparable to touching over the fabric.

“Ha, haa… How is it…?”

“…So good.”

“Is it…?”

Much hotter. Moister. Softer.

It was an unreasonable satisfaction.

But, strange.

Even as I knead and caress, I should be sated, but instead, a thirst deepens.

Simply touching isn’t enough.

And that was the same for Harnier as well.

“But I’d like… you to touch harder…”

As you wish.

I slightly lift and pull down the dress that covered her chest. Beneath the damp dress, milky white breasts, glistening with moisture, begin to reveal themselves.

-Wobble.

Bouncing out with overwhelming volume, her bountiful chest.

The first word of admiration involuntarily escaped my lips.

“…Ah.”

Her breasts, gleaming white with a lustrous sheen, were perfection itself.

Each mound rose with such exquisite beauty, a flawless shape undisturbed. At their center, despite the size of the breasts, stood erect pink nipples, nestled within surprisingly small areolas.

“Aren’t you… staring a bit too intently…?”

“…You shouldn’t be so damned beautiful.”

“What on… earth are you saying?”

Harnier turned her head shyly.

But the request from moments before remained.

-Squelch.

“I… I can’t stand it anymore, it’s so itchy here. Karsein… quickly…”

No. Perhaps she was even more impatient.

Not permission, but a plea.

With a voice more frantic than before, she was begging me.

To do something, anything, about the maddening itch in her breasts.