Salvation Through Delusion C127

Chapter 127

He forced the impulse down and quickened his steps. Rue narrowed his pale gray eyes like a cat, as if he’d never retreated at all. A smile Tyroc couldn’t hide spread across his lips.

Didn’t he know how much that defiant look turned him on? If he did, he’d probably kick up an even bigger fuss.

Just thinking about it made his lower body grow heavy. The impatience of it—raw and urgent—urged him on. Strip him right here and shove into him.

“Welcome back, Your Grace.”

Rue greeted him with a smile. Tyroc smiled back, yet the temptation he hadn’t fulfilled lingered in his mind like an afterimage. Even the walk to the bedroom felt unbearable.

No—why should he bear it at all? The Adeye Rue known to the world would rather strip and roll around right here in the middle of the central hall.

But the Rue before him was different. Even now, greeting him, he was keenly aware of the eyes around them—as if other people’s gazes made him uncomfortable.

The old Rue would never have done that. He didn’t just enjoy attention; he got aroused by it. That was his innate nature.

Could someone change so completely after dying and coming back? Ridiculous. Unless another soul had entered the body.

Once the thought surfaced, it pierced his heat-hazed mind sharply.

What if he really is someone else?

What if another soul has taken over Rue’s body?

After deliberately provoking him and drawing out that kiss, the suspicion only deepened. Rue hadn’t lost—he’d kissed back—but afterward, he’d stiffened once he noticed the people watching.

If he wasn’t Rue, then who was he?

The first theory that came to mind was soul-swapping through black magic—but Tyroc discarded it almost immediately. If black magic were involved, a non-human being wouldn’t be lingering near Rue.

So where had this clean soul, beloved by non-human beings, come from?

There was no answer—but that was fine.

The hypothesis thrilled him enough to set his heart burning.

The moment his hand closed around Rue’s head, a curse-like moan slipped from Rue’s lips.

“Sh— mmph.”

I want to take him right now and finish inside him.

Tyroc hugged him hard enough to crush him, barely holding back. Soon.

Bang!

The door slammed shut behind them, and my body was thrown against it, crashing into the wood with a dull thud. The impact hit me—but there was no time to feel pain.

The man kissing me stole that luxury.

My reason was briefly overwhelmed by the heat of it all.

But once I loosened up even slightly, the kiss that had felt like it would devour me slowed. What had begun as a kiss mindful of others now belonged to just the two of us.

Tyroc noticed the subtle shift instantly.

He began to kiss me with deliberate care—changing angles, licking, sucking. His sharpened tongue slipped between my parted lips, stirring something deep inside.

If sex numbs instinct, then kissing numbs reason.

The collision of breath and saliva sent tremors rippling from deep within me. Those fine shivers spread slowly through my body, turning dizzyingly intense.

“Hah…”

Unable to contain it, I let out a deep breath. Chup. His lips pulled away—but only to hover close.

I didn’t need to see to know. His hot breath brushed my skin.

When I opened my eyes, golden light greeted me—Tyroc’s eyes, shimmering like sunlit sand. Each fleck of light burned like a grain of emotion.

My heart, already racing from the kiss, thudded hard as if scorched by that heat.

Why was he looking at me like that? This was supposed to be acting.

“Did you really wait for me?”

Expectation colored his low whisper.

Doubt stirred again. Anxiety kept me from answering right away. The correct answer was obvious—I had to deceive him too.

“…Of course.”

At my delayed reply, he smiled brightly and pressed a light kiss to my lips.

“How much?”

“A lot.”

“Did you miss my cock that much?”

God—really.

I tried not to laugh, but—

“What about you, Your Grace?”

“My cock obviously missed you.”

Smack. Our lips met again, then parted. He stayed close, whispering.

His words seeped into my skin along with his breath. It was astonishing how he could make filthy talk sound so sweet.

Instead of getting angry, laughter kept bubbling up. It was all because of that voice. That smile.

The unease from before faded, and I leaned into the performance.

I need to win this play.

“Just your cock?”

I placed my hand over his heart, then slowly slid it downward.

When my hand reached his waist, I paused.

“I missed this. When you thrust into me, Your Grace—your waist is so pretty. And…”

As my hand moved over his abdomen, the humor drained from his golden eyes. Seeing them darken with desire, I stopped deliberately.

“And?”

“And…”

Murmuring, I moved my hand sideways—circling his pelvis, then grabbing his ass.

“This. I missed this. I wanted Your Grace’s first time.”

I grinned openly as disbelief flashed across his face. I wanted to push further—but stopped myself.

A good start is half the battle.

Who knew? If I kept whining, maybe he’d really give in.

So for today, I’d stop here and leave him a carrot—just for fun.

“But what I missed most is here.”

I thrust my hips forward, pressing my lower body close. Our cocks didn’t quite touch because of the height difference—but I didn’t need to do more.

For some reason, my provocation worked far better than expected.

Tyroc suddenly lifted me.

“Legs up.”

Even without the command, I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep from falling. His large hands caught me as if he’d been waiting for it.

He grabbed my ass hard and pulled me closer.

The cock that had been half-hard since the kiss finally collided with mine.

Hotter and harder than I remembered, that thick pillar pressed into my lower abdomen. Every nerve in my body rushed to where our skin met.

We weren’t even bare, yet my breath caught in embarrassment. I hid my panting by resting my forehead against his shoulder.

His lips clung to my ear, whispering wetly.

“You don’t want to kiss again?”

Misunderstanding my reaction, he asked—but I didn’t bother correcting him. I nodded instead.

“Why? Why don’t you like it?”

His sweet voice contrasted with the way his hand gripped my ass like he meant to crush it. His other hand seized my hair.

“Ah.”

I swallowed a moan and tilted my head back. Smiling, he asked again,

“I’m asking why you don’t like it.”

The hands and gaze that had been so gentle now burned fiercely. I was startled—anyone might think he was angry about being rejected by someone he liked.

No—don’t get ahead of yourself.

He’d react like this no matter who rejected him. It wasn’t because it was me.

“I can’t breathe.”

I gave a simple answer and clung to him, rolling my hips slightly. Suspended in the air, the movement was small—but with our bodies already pressed together, it was enough.

I’d meant to tease him, yet a sharp thrill shot through my own lower belly.

Holding my breath, I whispered,

“You’ll block something else for me anyway.”

It was a crude joke—but he smiled beautifully. His eyes glistened with lust, and somehow it suited him.

“Please?”

Again with the begging?

If this kept up, shouldn’t he just buy a slave?

I laughed in disbelief—and suddenly, chup, his lips brushed mine and pulled away.

Compared to the deep kiss earlier, it was nothing—yet my heart sank harder than before.

The warmth in his gaze made it impossible to believe it was all an act.

That unease I’d pushed down surged back.

Ignoring how stiff I’d gone, he pressed again.

“Beg. Say hurry up and put it in.”

“….”

“Rue.”

I swallowed, dropping my gaze for a moment.

No. There’s no way he’s serious.

He’s just trying to lure me in—to make me his.

So whatever I say should be fine.

“Hurry up and put it in.”

“Call my name.”