Chapter 41: Lust (R-18) *
Miria stood in front of the bathroom door for a long moment. Her heart was beating faster than usual.
She had only intended to take Liam’s used school uniform to the laundry room, but the moment she stepped closer, something inside her stirred strongly.
The faint scent of Liam still lingered in the air near the door. Without thinking, she quietly opened the door just enough to slip inside.
The sound of running water from the shower filled the bathroom. Steam rose gently, making the air warm and humid.
On the chair near the sink, Liam’s school uniform was neatly folded. Miria’s eyes locked onto it. She knew she should just take it and leave. But her body moved on its own.
She picked up the shirt with both hands. The fabric still carried Liam’s body warmth and his unique scent.
Miria brought the collar close to her face and inhaled deeply. The smell filled her lungs, making her knees feel weak.
A soft, needy sound escaped her throat. She pressed the shirt harder against her nose and mouth, kissing it aggressively.
Her lips moved along the collar, tasting the faint trace of his sweat.
Her breathing grew heavier.
Her hands gripped the fabric tightly as if she wanted to absorb every bit of him.
The impulse grew stronger. Her mind began to blur.
She imagined Liam’s skin instead of the cloth. Her body felt hot.
She wanted to touch him, to mark him, to make sure he belonged only to her.
Her obsessive side was starting to lose control. She buried her face deeper into the shirt, inhaling again and again with desperate hunger.
Suddenly, from inside the shower, Liam’s voice called out.
"Miria? Is that you?"
He had noticed her silhouette through the frosted glass.
Miria froze.
She quickly pulled the shirt away from her face, her cheeks burning red.
Her heart pounded wildly.
She took a deep breath to calm herself and folded the shirt as neatly as possible.
"Yes, it’s me," she answered, trying to sound normal. "I came to take your uniform for washing. Hurry up and finish your shower. Then come straight to the room."
Without waiting for a reply, Miria turned around and left the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, trying to steady her breathing.
Her body was still hot. She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling how fast her heart was racing. She had almost lost control again. She needed to be more careful.
Miria walked back to her room with quick steps. The large bedroom felt quieter than usual.
She began preparing the sleeping area.
She pulled out a thick futon from the closet and spread it neatly on the floor beside her bed. She arranged the pillows and blankets carefully, making sure everything looked comfortable for Liam.
The thought of sleeping in the same room as him made her heart flutter with both excitement and nervousness.
Not long after, the bathroom door opened. Liam stepped out with fresh skin and damp hair. He was wearing the spare clothes Miria had prepared, a simple white t-shirt and shorts.
He rubbed his hair with a towel, causing the hem of his shirt to lift slightly. The movement revealed his toned abs for a brief moment. The lines of muscle were clearly visible under the soft light of the room.
Miria, who was still arranging the blanket, froze. Her eyes were glued to that small glimpse of his body.
She swallowed hard, a wave of heat rushed through her body again.
Her cheeks flushed.
She could not stop staring. The sight made her imagination run wild. She wanted to touch those muscles, to feel their warmth under her fingers. Her breathing became slightly heavier. She gripped the edge of the blanket tightly to stop her hands from trembling.
Liam noticed her gaze and lowered the towel. He looked a little embarrassed.
"Sorry, I took quite a while," he said in a calm voice.
Miria quickly looked away and tried to compose herself. She forced a gentle smile.
"It’s fine. Come here. I already prepared a place for you to sleep."
She patted the futon beside her bed. Liam walked over and sat down on it, testing the softness. The room fell into a comfortable yet tense silence. Miria sat on the edge of her own bed, her eyes occasionally stealing glances at Liam.
Meanwhile, Liam could only lie down on the futon with his mind slightly chaotic.
’Will I be hypnotized? Why is Miria just lying quietly on her bed?’
He had already prepared himself to face the hypnosis and end this stupid game, but why was Miria staying silent?
Meanwhile, Miria, who had been glancing at Liam from time to time, was thinking.
’I want to hypnotize him... but remembering Mom’s words strangely makes me a little hesitant...’
’Trust Liam...’
"Miria... I..." Liam suddenly broke the silence, making Miria snap out of her thoughts and immediately focus on him.
"Just... Thank you. For staying by my side all this time." Liam said from the deepest part of his heart.
Hearing that, Miria’s heart beat wildly. For a moment she wanted to delete the hypnosis app from her phone because she had just heard such sweet words from Liam without any hypnosis.
Miria then replied in a warm tone. "Yeah... just stay with me..."
She said it while turning her head away so Liam could not see how red her face had become.
Liam chuckled softly. He then said,
"Good night, Miria."
Miria looked at Liam. He had closed his eyes with a smile, which made Miria smile too. It reminded her of their childhood sleepovers.
"Good night..."
After that, both of them began to close their eyes...
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Miria could not sleep. The words Liam had said earlier kept echoing in her mind. Thank you for staying by my side.
Those simple words made her heart feel warm and full of longing. She turned her body slightly and stared at Liam who was sleeping peacefully on the futon.
Her eyes were filled with intense desire and deep longing. In the dim light of the night lamp, Liam’s peaceful sleeping face looked incredibly attractive.
His slightly messy hair, his relaxed expression, and the way his white t-shirt clung to his chest made Miria’s body grow hotter.
She bit her lip. Her thighs rubbed together slowly under the blanket. The heat between her legs was becoming unbearable.
One of her hands slipped under her pajamas, moving down until her fingers reached her already wet pussy.
She touched her swollen clit gently at first, then began rubbing it in slow circles.
"Hnghh~"
A soft moan escaped her lips. She kept her eyes fixed on Liam, imagining his hands touching her instead.
Her fingers moved faster. She slid two fingers inside her tight, dripping pussy, thrusting them in and out while her thumb continued rubbing her clit.
Her breathing grew heavy.
Juices coated her fingers as she fucked herself while watching the boy she loved so obsessively.
The pleasure built quickly. She imagined Liam’s cock filling her, claiming her completely. Her hips moved slightly, matching the rhythm of her fingers.
She could not hold back anymore. The desire became too strong. Miria quietly got off her bed and crawled onto Liam’s futon.
She positioned herself on top of him carefully, not wanting to wake him. Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the firm muscles under his shirt.
She leaned down and began kissing his neck hungrily, sucking and licking the skin with greedy passion. Her lips moved to his collarbone, then lower, kissing every inch she could reach.
One of her hands slipped under his shorts, wrapping around his cock. She stroked him slowly while continuing to kiss and lick his neck and lips. Her own pussy was soaking wet, dripping onto his thigh.
She rubbed herself against him, grinding her wet folds on his leg while her hand pumped his hardening cock.
"I love you... I love you so much, Liam..." she whispered between kisses, her voice full of obsession and lust.
Her fingers moved faster on her own pussy again, fucking herself while she worshipped his sleeping body.
She kissed him deeply, her tongue slipping into his mouth even as he slept.
Her hips rocked desperately, chasing her orgasm while her hand continued stroking him.
Finally, her body tensed.
"Ahhn~ Ahhng~!"
A powerful orgasm washed over her.
She bit down on Liam’s neck to muffle her moan as her pussy clenched hard around her fingers, juices flowing freely.
She kept kissing and licking him greedily even as she came, marking him as hers.
The next morning, Liam woke up feeling a strange soreness around his neck and body.