Moonlight Ball - Chapter 102

The night was dark. Iris looked up at Sidrain, who was looking down at her. When he was expressionless, he didn’t seem like human. His non-being like face cut his beauty in half. He was beautiful yet weirdly, his beauty brought fear rather than praise to people.

Right now, he was expressionless but a little different than usual. It was more like he wasn’t expressionless, but rather he didn’t have spare time for expression. He was examining Iris’s face and lifted her white hand.

“I heard you were hurt.”

“It’s been treated.”

Iris blinked. Upon hearing of the incident, Sidrain had apologized to Iris as if it was his fault, and ever since, he hadn’t laid a finger on her. This touch was the first in a while.

Sidrain had admitted that he had intentionally teased her teacher, and he also promised to clear the air when they meet him. Iris was about to ask what he was misunderstanding about and stopped. Why did my teacher misunderstand? He simply had to ask her. She never lies, especially to her teacher, no matter the circumstance. It was the only two of them. They talked about magic every morning and every night. Betrayal didn’t–shouldn’t– exist between them. There was no room for lies. It was a perfect world.

But she couldn’t understand why her teacher chose to believe Sidrain instead of knowing the truth from herself. Iris was at a loss after losing her perfect ideal friend, teacher, and father. Her world had become blank and she was like a child that didn’t know anything, as always.

But there was Sidrain in that blank world.

“You’re a wizard. You should be cautious about your hand,” he said.

That hand was not a wizard’s hand but a Queen’s. Iris looked down at her hand. Iris Elaine’s body wasn’t this flawlessly white. Iris Elaine’s body was full of ancient words and magic symbols. Iris liked having those tattooed on her so much that she was annoyed at how small her body was. To cast the spell a little faster. That was her goal. She didn’t care about her body. It wasn’t like she was able to use it properly.

Sidrain’s lips touched the tip of her hand. The man’s lips brushed softly on the tip of the woman’s hand. Iris now knew that that was what a man and woman was.

Iris knew that Sirdrain is a man and that he was a different creature from her.

His tongue was long, thick, soft, and a little cunning. That tongue wrapped around Iris’ fingernails. Slowly, Sidrain sucked Iris’s finger. His tongue intertwined with her finger like a kiss. Iris’ eyes narrowed.

“Is it okay if I do it?” Sidrain spoke in a low tone. He asked for permission, but wasn’t exactly explicit.

Iris was lonely. It was much of a shock to her that her teacher had left her without asking anything; it equaled to disappointing him. Iris felt she was alone and she couldn’t handle it. She wasn’t someone who needed people to be around her constantly to chase away loneliness, but she required one person.

This doesn’t seem right, she thought. It felt wrong to accept Sidrain’s affection because she was feeling lonely. Iris couldn’t nod easily, she only kept looking up at him.

“Ris,” Sidrain whispered. His voice was tempting her out in the open. Iris closed her eyes, and Sidrain covered her cheek. “If you hate it, hit me. Then I’ll stop.”

The moment Iris urgently opened her eyes, Sidrain was already right in front of her. Their lips attached together. Sidrain’s tongue poked Iris’ lips. It scanned through the inside of her small mouth. He pretended to ignore Iris’s tongue being shy, but it was only for a second. Soon their tongues met, and he didn’t allow her to escape.

On top of her, Sidrain wanted to devour his beloved. His hands that cupped her cheeks were gentle and careful but the kiss was not. They seemed like animals.

“S, Sid.” Iris shook her head but she was held again.

“Hit me, Ris. Hit me.” Sidrain mumbled hoarse. He couldn’t think straight anymore.

His one hand traveled down and lifted her pajamas, exposing Iris’ legs. His hot touch grazed her skin, and it ascended until he reached her thighs. Hungry, he grabbed Iris’ thigh. Ha, mm. Iris moaned. The tip of Sidrain’s finger was almost touching her private part.

Iris had never looked there properly before. To her, it wasn’t a special place. It wasn’t seen on normal occasions to be fair. But the slightest touch from Sidrain and it became the most sensitive.