However, before he could walked a meter ...

“Bang!”

Something suddenly embraced him from behind.

Lyle instinctively turned his head but felt something tighten at his waist. A burning palm held him close like a piece of steel, a hot breath coming close from behind him.

Lyle stared at the person in front in bewilderment. In her eyes, there was his clear reflection. It made her seem less real as if he was looking at a mirror. Her aura still calm and patient but had a hint of anxiety and worry.

Although he was already in the brink of insanity, Lyle still stubbornly gritted his teeth as he wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled to make her relieved. "What is it? Why are you suddenly meek? As you can see, I'm fine. I'm just going back to rest ..."

Lyle tried to ease her worry by acting normal and mischievous. But his tone still sound different as anyone could hear that he was holding something back.

When Lyle's hands touched the soft narrow waist of hers, Moori's body suddenly hardened. She reflexively looked up at him. She felt he looked taller and seeing his red, bashful face, he seemed more handsome.

Her face serious and looks firm, Moori makes a fist and says: “Don't lie ... you're suffering ... am I right? W-what will you do after you get back? B-besides, you might not be able to endure it until then ..."

Moori moved her lips and soundlessly spoke. She took a deep breath and controlled the whirlwind in her heart.

She once again opened her mouth, and said: "... What will you do if you suddenly attack someone on the way?”

The person opposite stared at her, and replied with no hesitation: “I won't. Rest assured, even if I die, I won't force myself to anyone.”

“I know and I think I believe you.” Moori nods her head, “... But still, I'm worried that something might happen to you! I-If ... If you really can't endure it anymore ... I ... I ...”

Eh?

Lyle stares at her and suspects he may have a hearing problem. He slowly looked at her dumbfounded: “You what

...?”

Lyle didn’t understand what she was mentioning while looking into her eyes which were focused on him. Half a beat later, he realized she was referring to 'that'.

She meant 'that'!! … …

What did she wanted to do again ...?

Why is she doing this ...?

Too many shocks, too many questions. Lyle wasn’t able to ask any of them, and felt that even the person in front of him seemed more illusion than real.

Lyle started to lose focus and shook his head: “No … …”

He touched his forehead, “Darling, you can't do this. If we do it, there's no turning back. You should know that.”

“I ... I know.” Moori stammers in her explanation, Ugh -! Endure it! You're the older one ... you need to take the initiative! “E-Even still, if ... if it's with you then, I ... I think I can do it ... I ..."

Lyle looks at Moori's serious look in her eyes.

Actually, he is still a bit muddle-headed right now and was just enduring his soaring desire with all his strength but instantly after hearing what she'd said the flame of desire that he had suppressed with much effort suddenly exploded and soared once again.

His arms gradually used more strength as he tightly hugged the soft narrow waist in his arms.

In his dazzled state, Lyle lowered his head and felt a softness on his lips. He opened his mouth, allowing a small moist tongue to mysteriously enter.

He couldn't control it anymore.

The raging desires that were rampaging inside of him was like a dragon going on a rampage.

When two tongues unexpectedly intertwined, Lyle's eyes suddenly widened. His body had suddenly solidified, much like being struck by lightning.

At that moment, only one sentence lingered in his mind.

I’ve lost my first kiss …

Do I have to also lost my ... first time here as well ...?

And worse ... it's because of a freaking terrifying maniac of an assassin!

Who would in their right mind kill a person using aphrodisiac?!

Only the Legendary Minister Ch* could do that!!

Although his mind was becoming messy and chaotic, Lyle still didn't let go of Moori.

The two tongues continued to be entangled in Lyle's mouth while wave after wave of pleasure continued to invade his heart. The strength used by his arm grew as if he was attempting to merge the woman in his arms into his body.

The scalding hot lips begin to kiss lightly and slowly on the side of her neck.

Moori intuitively knows what will happen, yet the whole body feels limp and painful, powerless to resist.

Her expression appears to be timid as well as brave. Her eyes are filled with cautious expectation.

At the beginning, Moori is caught between anxiety and worry, letting him kiss her all over and at the same time has his arms around her waist as if he was afraid she will fall down.

However, following the fragrant and sweet masculine scent permeating between his lips, his tongue tender and soft, gradually she feels heated.

The anxiety budding within her disappeared in thin air as she spontaneously put both her hands around his neck and impulsively touches his lips.

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Following the growth of the flame of desire in him, Lyle was in a daze as one of his hands involuntarily climbed onto

Moori's narrow waist. It flowed slightly before passing through her clothes and touching the smooth and delicate warm pale skin.

As their two bodies made such an intimate contact, both Lyle and Moori trembled slightly. With his breathing becoming ragged, Lyle slowly shifted his hand upwards. A moment later, he actually grabbed her twin soft peaks.

With the woman’s most sensitive part being invaded, Moori, who had lost her mind to the flame of desire became slightly awake.

She unconsciously tighten her hug and looks at him with unblinking eyes.

"Are you really sure about this?" Lyle said as he bit her honey-flavored lips. His breathe started become to very haggard.

"At first, I actually don't know ... I'm still scared but now ...." Moori bit Lyle's lips. " I think I can do it ..."

They nibbled each other’s lips like a bee’s body mingled together with pollen. Her hands moved from his waist to his neck.

His left hand under her dress slid from her thigh to her waist and his lips released her lips as he kissed her neck down to her bulging pale chest.

Facing her unwavering determination, he whispered, “I’m sorry.” After saying those words, Lyle no longer hesitated.

Moori looked at him, her gaze already blurry.

His black clothes was already a mess, revealing a toned torso. He was breathing rapidly, his burning eyes staring at her. And then, like in slow-motion, he grabbed her hand, and reached for the belt on his waist.

Thus in the next second, Moori was pulled into a strong embrace. She was stunned for a moment, then carefully holds out her hands and hugs him back.

Moori already understood from his movements.

Lyle was already completely consumed by his sexual desires. The 'poison' inside his body had completely defeated all his self control.

Noticing this, her heart seemed to lose control as well, her body tense enough that her fingertips were trembling.

Her chest pressed against his chest, but she wanted their bodies to be closer. Her arm hugged Lyle's waist as her cheek repeatedly rubbed against his chest.

Lyle lowered his body, his legs pressing forward and his head downward to press hardly against her lips. They then fell in the sofa.

At the beginning it was just the lips that were forcefully sucked on and rubbed against. Then Lyle seemed to be not satisfied and started to force his way inside.

Because she hadn’t made any preparations, Moori's jaws didn’t have any warning and easily were pried open, giving up complete access. A hot tongue unashamedly attacked her and repeatedly started to wildly investigate and conquer every inch of her mouth.

Accompanying the deepening of his tongue, their bodies were pressed together intimately.

The person pressing down seemed to feel that it was still wasn’t enough and tried to get even closer.

Blocking her from behind was the coldness of the soft furry sofa, yet every part of her body that he was touching seemed to be burning. Moori was at the contact point of ice and fire with no way out.

“Fuu … …”

Moori couldn’t breathe and instinctively wanted to push him away. It wasn’t effective. As a result, it caused him to bear down even more. Moori started to feel faint.

Faintly, she felt that her waist was going to be broken soon. His breath seemed to permeate her entire body through her mouth, taking away all her strength.

Moori's head and mind seemed to go “Bang!” and was thoroughly disoriented.

“Darling, don’t be nervous.”

He strongly forced her hand to move as he once again covered her lips. This time it was a gentle kiss, full of patients

and comfort.

The kiss moved further, he sucked on her ear, his raspy and deep voice saying beside her ear: “Darling, I can’t wait anymore.”

Lyle's hands quickly tore apart her clothes, revealing her pale-white skin and snow-white chest.

The act of tearing her clothes caused those pair of pert breast to lose their covering and naughtily exposed its nakedness to the air.

Lyle was not distracted as he extended his hands and slowly rubbed on a spot below her neck and breast.

The flushed redness on Moori's face didn't ceased spreading. The seductive moan from her nose had also risen. Her small mouth suddenly widened and bit down on Lyle's shoulders.

However, being this close to a male scent further caused the heat in her to suddenly increase and soar, much like a firewood meeting an intense flame.

The small mouth that had bitten on Lyle's shoulders loosened its grip . A small tongue stealthily slide out and lightly licked on the small wound.

Swallowing his saliva, Lyle's touched the calm lower abdomen and began to lightly move. His other hands, gently caressed her soft, tender skin.

Such an intimate touch naturally caused Moori's heart to swing.