The Male Lead’s Fake Sister - Chapter 67

His lips sought her hungrily as he let out a deep and gravelly voice like a man who just woke up in the morning.

He grimaced as he looked down at her because his vision was blurred from holding back the overwhelming lust.

His every touch desperately sought her, caressed her, as his breath brushed over her skin.

Everything was proof of how much he wanted her.

“Tidwell.”

Her muffled call deepened the crack in his face. But instead of frowning, he held himself down by kissing Ravia lightly.

How many times did wet flesh touch another’s flesh?

Tidwell’s arm wrapped around Ravia’s waist, and she already twisted her legs without realizing it.

He breathed heavily as the small woman was trapped beneath him.

Chin, earlobes, neckline, he trailed every warmth that flowed beneath her skin.

“…..Please call me more.”

“Tidwell.”

Haa-

The man buried his face in her shoulder and growled like a wild beast caught in a trap.

“More.”

“….Tidwell, ugh–”

With a low groan, Ravia’s face tensed. It was due to the pain in her shoulder.

The man chewed the tender flesh on her shoulder then slowly kissed her skin to comfort her.

“You’re always cautious. I’m sure this won’t leave a mark.”

Perhaps he did it on purpose to arouse her…

He acted like Ravia exaggerated her pain even though there was clearly a reddish mark on her shoulder. It’s not like Ravia could see the mark, anyway.

Like a thief in the dark, he acted stealthily.

His hand coursed the curve beneath her thin clothing, and his lips left trails over her tender flesh.

Despite how stealthy and gentle his touch was, her delicate and unblemished skin hidden under the cloth reacted sensitively to his touch.

Who would have thought that such a sensitive body could be hidden behind her taciturn face?

It didn’t take long for her cheeks and the ears bitten by Tidwell to turn red.

Sweeping his fingers along her arched spine, Tidwell pushed one of his thighs deeply between her legs.

The layers of cloth were no hindrance now. Every time her body squirmed, there was only the rustling sound of fabrics getting stripped.

When her straight shoulders trembled finely, and her neat appearance gradually crumbled away.

When the heat finally covered her stony face, or when she clenched his hand tightly still in the midst of all that…

He could capture those beautiful sides of her all for himself.

She was tamed by familiarity.

His sister.

With a low groan, Tidwell lowered his gaze as he felt his member getting hard.

Her name alone could set his eyes ablaze. Tidwell felt like a burning candle whenever Ravia was in front of him.

His long-suffering patience was eroding, dripping like a melted candle.

Only when his name escaped the lips that he bit, the lust swelling in his lower abdomen subsided a little.

Ravia may not have known this, but this experience was strange beyond rare for Tidwell.

To him, the human jaw was the first spot to attack in a street fight, and the artery in the neck was the first to stab if he needed to kill.

Having withstood so many dead bodies that were nothing but chunks of meat, Tidwell avoided contact with people at one point.

Villains always despise living beings.

However, he’d always had to face those living beings at the end of day. So he developed a severe detachment, to the point killing people was like cutting a piece of wood and serving it on a plate.

That tendency had become a thorn under his fingernails, even when he no longer harmed people directly.

Since he did not show sexual interest in people, some of his followers even asked if there was a problem with his sexual function.

But the woman in front of him was the one who made it seem like all those past acts never existed.

His sister reminded him of the biblical forbidden fruit, which seemed to be something that a lowly human like him should not dare to touch.

Have you ever imagined that a wild beast who lived his life slaughtering people indiscriminately would have a chance to kiss a living being?

Even worse was that she was a noble woman who was supposed to have nothing to do with him.

It’d be more realistic to kidnap a fairytale princess than to have these arms wrapped around him.

So Tidwell pushed up her cumbersome skirt.

In the dim light of the room, her thighs looked especially smooth as the moonlight poured over them, and his instinct led him to grab them.

When he lowered his body and kissed her inner thigh, Ravia clutched his shoulders. It was a rejection for the man who sought her like a rascal.

So he looked up in wonder, and there he saw Ravia with a face redder than ever.

“Tidwell, right there is….”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“…Still, this is my first time.”

“This is also my first.”

Her expression clearly showed disbelief at his words. Maybe she didn’t expect that someone would thirst for her this brazenly.

Indeed, it was normal for a noble lady who wore several layers of dresses to react this way.

Tidwell recalled how vulgarity and indecency ran rampant in the slum.

Although he didn’t seem that interested in a licentious life, he must have seen and heard enough of it.

That might be the reason why Ravia thought he’d have enough knowledge of sex.

‘No wonder you showed your back so easily.’

It was probably because she used to have servants taking care of her, but it seemed she was more inexperienced than he thought.

‘But why are you so good at seduction? Or is that your innate skill?’

For Tidwell, who didn’t know that Ravia was taught by a great acting teacher, that thought was upsetting.

Just imagining her doing the same thing to other men made his blood boil, and he couldn’t help but frown when she said that it was her first time.

His brain couldn’t stop mulling it.

The first reason was none other than jealousy.

Funnily enough, he had a bad habit of stressing himself by making an outrageous assumption.

For example, he fretted about how good she was at flirting, or how she would marry another man if she hadn’t met him first.

He became furious at the thought that Ravia could have been married to Herod if he didn’t intercept her that day.

But jealousy wasn’t the only thing that tortured him.

He loathed himself for being a sick bastard who was secretly happy when she said it was her first time.

He didn’t want to make her cry by doing unfamiliar things that clearly embarrassed her.

But the worst thing is when he found himself unwilling to stop even though he knew it was such a selfish desire.

Tidwell’s hands gently took Ravia’s feet. Her feet were as small as her hands.

Even when Ravia’s leg jerked back due to the ticklish sensation, he still landed a kiss on her white foot.

More carefully than when putting on shoes, but less discreet than his groping around her unexposed area.

A woeful cry beyond the half-raised skirt rang like a complaint to him.

“It tickles, Tidwell….”

“I came down even lower because you were embarrassed before, but are you scolding me again this time?”

“You don’t need to move down at all.”

“I didn’t know that you wanted me to kiss your lips so badly.”

“No. That’s not, I mean, ugh–” Ravia’s words were cut off.

Mainly because Tidwell had not stopped kissing her leg throughout the conversation and suddenly bit the tender flesh on her inner thigh.

“I hate this…I really hate this….”

“I’ll do what I want because you change your mind so often.”

“T-Tidwell, wait–” Ravia called him urgently, but he only smiled affectionately.

The man kissed her lips lightly to calm her and swept her heated cheek with the back of his hand.

“You don’t have to worry so much, Sister. I’ll be gentle.”

Tidwell’s low whisper was already deeply imbued with a flaming lust.

And just like that, Ravia was swept away by a wave of pleasure.

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