How Lilies turn Black Chapter 83 - At the End of That Year (2)

“You are generally quite careless…”

 

His hand languidly brushed aside the hair clinging to the nape of Lilia’s neck.

 

“But when it comes to me, you seem to have thrown all caution to the wind.”

 

A dry swallow traveled painfully down her throat. 

 

Tension swept through her entire body, and Lilia couldn’t utter a single word.

 

In that silence, only Theodoro’s left hand moved leisurely. As his fingertips traced her elegant neckline, he murmured drowsily.

 

“My mood is so foul today, I can barely see straight…”

 

“…Ack!”

 

Lilia’s left eye squeezed shut. 

 

The path his fingertips traced felt searing hot, as if burned by fire, making her shrink her neck, but his touch continued unceasingly, like slow, deliberate speech.

 

“And you just had to test my patience today…”

 

Theodoro cupped her neck with a smooth hand, slowly turning her head. Then, a moist breath dampened the delicate skin near her collarbone.

 

“What should I do, Liliana?”

 

“Hha, hmph….”

 

“Answer me. What do you think I should do?”

 

Lilia shut her eyes tightly, her lips trembling slightly.

 

“It… it was a mistake… Please… stop…”

 

“That’s not what I asked. Again.”

 

He inhaled deeply, drinking in the scent lingering near Lilia’s ear. Then, as if ruffling her hair, he buried his nose even deeper.

 

The sensation of hair brushing against her skin, interspersed with scattered, ticklish breaths. 

 

Every tactile sense in her body stood on sharp edge.

 

“Ahh… St, stop…”

 

“Haa…”

 

Theodoro let out a long sigh and pulled her tightly against him.

 

Their bodies pressed together without a single gap. Between her legs, where a comfortable warmth radiated, she felt something substantial.

 

“…!”

 

Liliana didn’t need to see what it was to know, so she didn’t dare move a muscle, afraid of stimulating him further.

 

But even staying still provided its own stimulation, as his penis began to swell, seeming ready to tear through his trousers. She could vividly feel the change beneath her thin underwear.

 

“Th-Theodoro… sir…”

 

“I warned you back then, too. To always be aware that I am a man.”

 

His suppressed voice drifted by her ear, much like that part of him was restrained by the stiff fabric of his trousers.

 

‘Oh no…’

 

Her head spun, and warning signals flashed. 

 

It felt like something that truly shouldn’t happen was about to occur.

 

“B-but… Vincent said he was coming. We should… stop here—”

 

“Vincent? That old man has enough sense to leave us be. Don’t you think?”

 

Ah. The thought that this man was truly not in his right mind today crossed her mind, sending a chill down her spine.

 

Meanwhile, the hand stroking her lower back grew increasingly clingy… 

 

Liliana bit her lower lip hard and desperately pushed against his shoulders.

 

“This is… this is where I work… If, if you do this—”

 

“Sorry, but I’m not the kind of guy who can be that gentlemanly. That’s not my problem.”

 

He nuzzled her neck with his lips and rubbed the waist he was holding in a circular motion. 

 

When he pressed firmly on her side, making the flesh cave in, her waist arched on its own.

 

“Ugh, ha… Please… Why are you… doing this to me—”

 

“Have I asked to make love? What did I ask to do? I say let’s just have fun.”

“Hic…”

 

To make matters worse, the hardening shaft stirring inside Theodoro’s pants poked insistently at her lower abdomen, sending shocks radiating through her entire body. 

 

Amid the dizzying feast of sensations, her mind began to grow hazy.

 

I shouldn’t be doing this here. And of all people, I shouldn’t be doing this with that Theodoro Benedetti. 

 

Whether it was because of the whiskey sours she had been drinking one after another, her thoughts couldn’t form a coherent line.

 

Her head, eroded by the strong alcohol, kept letting slip the devil’s whisper asking what did it matter anyway. 

 

And her body, softened by the drink, slumped against him as if melting into his embrace.

 

All she could manage was a half-hearted resistance.

 

“Haa, ha… Theodoro… sir.”

 

“Don’t call me in that voice. Unless you want to see me lose my mind.”

 

Liliana’s face contorted as if she were about to cry.

 

Then how should she call him to make him stop? Or rather, was it even possible to stop him in the first place?

 

When she was gasping for breath and moving her lips… the hand that had been firmly gripping her waist had already moved up along her side, and his thumb subtly traced under the wire of her bra.

 

“Ugh, hhmph…!”

 

Twisting her body, the underwear covering her lower abdomen clung stickily to her skin. She squirmed, trying to avoid any more contact with the front of his pants, but her efforts only produced worse results.

 

Because Theodoro grabbed her waist and pressed her down.

 

“Ack!”

 

The moment their centers connected like puzzle pieces fitting together, a storm of pleasure washed over her. Her vision turned pure white, and Lilia buried her face in his shoulder, her body trembling violently.

 

Amidst the sound of his satisfied laughter ringing in her ears, she shook her head wildly, on the verge of tears.

 

“Ah, no…”

 

“What’s wrong.”

 

“Whew…”

 

How could she possibly say that if they kept pressing so close, his pants would surely become soaked through?

 

At that moment, she couldn’t even feel shame. 

 

The only thought dominating her mind was that she mustn’t leave a mark on his pants. Lilia just thrashed about frantically, squeezing her thighs together as hard as she could.

 

Hoping that by doing so, she might somehow dam the flowing current.

 

“No… Please…”

 

“Tell me. What shouldn’t happen?”

 

Theodoro rubbed her spine with his thumb as if to soothe her, but it couldn’t possibly help. The tingling stimulation along her back only made her body heat up more sensitively.

 

It was around then that a sound came, one that made her mind snap sharply back to attention.

 

“Theo.”

 

At Vincent’s voice, which was like a ray of light, Liliana abruptly turned to look behind her.

 

From beyond the thick curtain, his voice called out once more.

 

“Is anyone there?”

 

It seemed no one was outside, perhaps because Mauricio had stepped away for a moment. 

 

Vincent, seemingly following the sound of singing and looking around, made his footsteps echo from various places.

 

She was focusing all her senses on him… 

 

So when something damp and hot suddenly touched her chin, Liliana was startled and had no choice but to turn her head.

 

“…Huh!”

 

The first thing that caught her eye was a crimson tongue.

 

Theodoro had his tongue slightly out and was gazing at her lips with hazy eyes. 

 

As if he truly didn’t care at all whether Vincent was coming or not. His face drew near again, and Theodoro gently licked her lower lip. 

 

The obscene movement of his tongue tip and the smooth sensation of saliva. 

 

A dizzying pleasure struck her head.

 

“Uhmpp…!”

 

Liliana grabbed Theodoro’s shoulders, barely managing to hold back the moan that threatened to escape through her teeth.

 

This man was truly insane. He seemed to find this precarious situation entirely amusing, as even the corners of his mouth were subtly upturned.

 

If she were to call out to Vincent and let him know they were here, he would likely burst in without giving them a moment to compose themselves. She couldn’t bring herself to call out and was straining to prevent any sound from leaking.

 

As if mocking her desperate effort, Theodoro’s hand slid up her waist once more. 

 

Liliana hurriedly tried to stop him, but his hand, moving as if gliding, easily overcame her resistance and reached her chest.

 

“Don’t mind him.”

 

He murmured softly and slipped the tip of his thumb under her bra. His finger, covered by the fabric, slid smoothly inside her underwear.

 

“Ugh!”

 

A blunt fingertip touched the flesh of her breast, which she had kept hidden. 

 

It was an unfamiliar sensation that stimulated her senses.

 

She twisted her body in a strange thrill, but the arm wrapped around her waist tightened even more forcefully, making it impossible to move… 

 

Theodoro persistently traced the rounded line of her lower breast, continuing his task.

 

“Huh, uungh…”

 

And at the very moment a moan she herself couldn’t permit spilled from her lips…

 

“…Is someone there?”

 

Vincent’s voice pierced her ears clearly.

 

She hurriedly covered her mouth, but there was nothing she could do about the moan already uttered; her heart pounded as if it would burst. 

 

In that instant, Theodoro’s hand also paused momentarily.

 

Is he coming this way? Will we be discovered?

 

Just as Liliana was anxiously glancing between Theodoro and the curtain, he suddenly pulled her neck close and whispered in a secretive voice.

 

“…Shh.”

 

She knew he intended to do more. But she had no time to react. 

 

Abruptly, his thumb pushed fully inside her bra. Then, pressing down on the full flesh, it moved upward and brushed over the small, erect peak at its tip.

 

“Umphh!”

 

Her body jolted as if struck by lightning.

 

Before the excitement had even subsided, the sound of footsteps began to grow closer. It seemed he had now pinpointed the source of the noise.

 

‘Ah, no… No…!’

 

Liliana’s face was pale, to the point of looking deathly ashen.

 

Even then, Theodoro was slowly rubbing her firm flesh with his fingertips, and with each repeated touch, her trembling body secreted a warm fluid down below.

 

Whether her reason had been numbed by pleasure, or alcohol had taken over her mind—or perhaps both—Liliana could barely hold back her moans and had no idea what to do.

 

‘Oh… what should I do… please…’

 

Vincent closed the distance at an unhurried pace and asked once more, as if giving one last chance.

 

“Theo, are you there?”

 

Only then did the fingers that had been persistently teasing her stop.

 

Perhaps Theodoro had no choice, with Vincent approaching so directly and calling him out by name. 

 

Or maybe, upon hearing Vincent’s composed voice, his lost reason finally returned.

 

“Ah…”

 

In the end, Theodoro closed his eyes firmly and let out a deep sigh, almost like a groan.

 

A barely audible string of curses followed softly, and soon a dry, emotionless voice was directed beyond the curtain.

 

“…I’ll be right out.”

 

Finally, the footsteps that had approached right up to the curtain came to an abrupt stop.

 

The fingers that had slipped beneath her underwear slowly withdrew. 

 

All the strength left Liliana’s body, and she could do nothing but bury her face against Theodoro’s shoulder and let out ragged breaths.

 

There was no way to know what Theodoro was feeling at that moment.

 

Perhaps due to fury boiling over because of the persistent nuisance outside the curtain, or perhaps because a disappointingly bland conclusion had rendered all the previous foreplay meaningless, a sense of emptiness finally set in.

 

However, for Liliana, a tumult of emotions made tears well up uncontrollably.

 

A sense of relief, like a tidal wave, washed over her at the thought of finally being free from his grasp, but she was also assaulted by a horrifying despair from the realization that she had reacted so intensely that her underwear was soaked.

 

Yet, despite it all, an unforgettable pleasure lingered like an echo, swirling around her skin, accompanied by a burning thirst she had never once felt before.