I Raised the Beast Well - Chapter 53

Translator/editor: ruby

The sun’s rays scattered on Aymon’s hair.

He, who always seemed playful and relaxed, now had the chilling eyes of a beast.

Belinda nodded as if she was possessed. She didn’t quite understand his unfamiliar words but couldn’t resist its seductiveness. All she could do was nod like she’d been enchanted.

Aymon’s eyes were dangerously locked with hers, like those of a beast about to catch its prey.

A warm hand carefully brushed her lips, and Belinda’s cheeks burned up. It felt like her skin flushed  everywhere his fingertips touched.

A long, delicate finger pressed against her lips. Only a small gap remained between them.

A shadow was cast over her face.

Ah…. 

Belinda tightly grabbed his shirt. The face in front of her was beautiful, as if it had been painstakingly crafted by a master.

Their lips slowly interlocked. There was a quiet sticky sound.

He kissed carefully, as if biting into a sweet, crumbly snack.

Their lips brushed with a hot breath. Unable to go inside, his tongue licked her lips.

Belinda couldn’t close her eyes until then. Her hands, holding on to his collar, trembled.

Aymon lightly smiled as if he noticed her nervousness. She felt the corners of his mouth creep up.

As she looked at Aymon’s elegant eyelashes, his calm gaze came down on her.

Belinda’s vision dimmed. Aymon had covered her eyes.

Although she couldn’t see, the rest of her senses became clearer.

The sticky sounds as their lips slightly touched, separated, and the tip of his tongue pulled away.

The hand that had been covering her eyes moved down to cup her left cheek, the right one also in Aymon’s firm grasp. Holding her, he lightly tilted her head aside.

Their lips touched, the bridges of their noses and their hot cheeks brushing.

“Mmmmmh…”

Belinda let out a muffled moan.

She felt the beast’s heat as she wrapped her trembling hand around his waist.

Is this a dream? Am I dreaming? It has to be. Something this good couldn’t happen in reality.

Belinda closed her eyes tighter.

Aymon licked her lips and rubbed his tongue between them.

Belinda’s body reeled back. Chills ran down all the way to her toes every time their lips met.

It would have been better to push on aggressively, but the tantalizing kiss was like an unquenchable thirst.

Aymon, who’d slowly been raining kisses on her, put his knee between Belinda’s legs.

Their bodies tightly overlapping, heat hovering between them.

He slightly tilted up her chin and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Their breaths and wet skin melted together.

The warmth gently probing into Belinda’s mouth felt like she had swallowed a ball of fire.

Aymon licked her like a piece of candy.

With every gentle suck, their sensitive skin rubbed together.

Belinda’s hair stood on edge with an unfamiliar feeling. The more she pulled back, the more Aymon pushed inside.

She let out a soft moan.

A sloppy sound accompanied his movements.

Her body slowly collapsed under the pressure on her chest. A fragrant grassy smell surrounded them.

Belinda couldn’t think of anything, her head overtaken with heat. All she could do was hold Aymon even tighter. She flinched with every heartbeat.

It was a soft and sweet kiss.

Aymon’s hand began to sweep up her back, gently rubbing her waistline, and as her stiff body loosened up, he reached below her ample chest.

Understanding the apparent purpose of the touch, Belinda solidified herself. She had no intention of pushing Aymon away, but her body, which had never touched the opposite sex, didn’t listen to its owner’s intentions.

Belinda flinched in surprise, and the hand under her chest went back up to her cheek. Aymon slowly stroked her face, like he was calming a child, as an apology for scaring her.

After a long, apologetic kiss, he pulled away. Their tangled lips and bodies separated.

Belinda opened her eyes to see Aymon nearby.

His eyes twinkled under his pretty eyelashes, seeming to hold a mysterious mix of emotions.

“…..”

“…..”

Their breaths lingered.

Looking at Belinda, Aymon gave her a short, playful kiss.

Belinda shuddered. The heat hadn’t gone away, and she still hadn’t come to her senses after the sweet, dessert-like kiss afterward.

The corners of Aymon’s eyes crinkled up beautifully.

“It could have been really dangerous this time, Breedee.”

He whispered with a grin.

He slowly removed the red petals tangled in her hair.

“You’re a human, so let’s take it slow. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Yeah….”

Belinda nodded dreamily, not even knowing what he was saying. Aymon slowly hugged her from the back and wrapped around her.

“You’re always warm.”

Aymon’s voice flowed through her ears like a hallucination.

“….”

Belinda was too distracted by her dizziness to respond. The heat of the kiss was still vivid.

Aymon rubbed his cheek against her neck with a whisper.

“Why are you so soft, Breedee…”

The scent of flowers drifted by. The hot feeling of Aymon’s body against her neck was too much to bear.

***

Belinda was lying down on her bed. Perhaps, because she’d sat in the tub for a long time, the hazy heat seemed to be wrapped around her body.

She closed her eyes and put a finger against her lips, a strange sensation settling in.

Belinda had been in this state ever since her kiss with Aymon. It was like she was dreaming like she had a slight fever under her stomach.

What should I do? What is there to do?

Her insides were burning up again.

She shook her head and recalled the Shinsu forest, trying to erase the afterimage.

The scarlet sunset between the trees. The fragrant wind sweeping through my hair…

However, what came to mind more clearly was Aymon’s beautiful face.

It was nice, sure, but… Why did he become such a beast all of a sudden…? 

Questions arose.

She was sure that Aymon liked Lucy. Why was this happening? Was it all a misunderstanding? Could she have been mistaken for….

The warm eyes that looked down at her were real. So were the soft lips kissing her, and the embrace, and the whispers.

Everything came from a sincere intention.

There was nothing else she could know.

“Do humans and beasts have different notions of chastity….?”

She didn’t like that.

Belinda buried her face in her hands and faintly laughed.

She was happy that night, whatever the humans and beasts’ notions of chastity were.

***

It was a lovely day, with the sun creeping out from behind the clouds.

Lucy watched as Belinda drank tea with a blank face.

As she curiously scanned her, she couldn’t resist her curiosity.

“Princess.”

“…..”

“Princess?”

“….Huh?”

Belinda barely answered the second time she was called.

The reason she wasn’t fully at her senses was obvious. It was due to the series of events with Aymon.

Belinda was too innocent and clueless to forget that heat. She had tossed and turned all night.

The power of a first kiss was too strong for the naive girl.

Meanwhile, Lucy leaned over the table.

Of course, this was the Belinda that had visited Aymon yesterday, triumphantly heading to the Shinsu forest with Mazetto on her shoulder.

Since then, the princess’s behavior had become strange.

As if she was imagining something, she flushed and shook her head, lips pursed.

Lucy had also noticed.

Something is going on with Aymon!

“Did you have a good time with Aymon?”

She asked with a serious face, hiding a smirk.

“What would be special about it? It was just the usual.”

Belinda replied, stuttering.

I’m sure of it!

Lucy smiled with conviction.

It was clear that something had happened.

Aymon was closer to the princess than anyone else. From her altered state, it was easy to see that they had a different kind of relationship.

Lucy had many questions. However, instead of saying anything, she just held Belinda’s hand.

I’m the most reliable and faithful maid in the world. If you have anything to talk about, tell me. 

Lucy sent a strong message with her gaze.

And it seemed to connect.

Belinda put down her already cold tea and opened her mouth as if she was really about to say something.

However, she quickly closed it again as a maid’s voice came from outside the door, announcing a visitor.