It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 101
When I woke up, feeling completely refreshed, the first thing I saw was the firm, muscular chest of the man beside me.
Before I could even blink twice, the memories of the previous night came rushing back.
So right now… I was waking up in the same bed as Lionel, after spending the night with him.
Wrapped up in his arms like this.
And, more than that, both of us were completely bare. Even though the blanket covered us up to my shoulders, the warmth of his skin against mine made it impossible to ignore.
‘Did we really just sleep like this…?’
I was impressed with myself.
No, actually, Lionel was the more impressive one.
I had always considered myself to have decent stamina, but he had pushed me without a moment’s rest until I passed out completely.
‘I must really have reincarnated into a novel.’
Because otherwise, a man like this couldn’t possibly exist.
Think about it, what are the fundamental qualities of a male lead in an R-rated reverse harem novel?
First and foremost, he has to be insanely good in bed. It doesn’t matter whether he starts out innocent or experienced. He has to excel.
Some variations allow for a bit of fumbling at first, but even then, his raw intensity more than makes up for it, leaving both the heroine and the readers in awe.
Lionel might not be the protagonist of A Night of Entwined Serpents, but he had every bit of that qualification.
To think I actually climaxed during my first time, despite how painful it should’ve been.
And afterward…
‘It was… incredible.’
So incredible, in fact, that I couldn’t help but lament all the wasted years before this. How could I have gone so long without experiencing something this utterly mind-blowing?
Of course, it was only possible because it was Lionel, but still.
If I were alone right now, I probably would’ve rolled around the bed, squealing to myself about how ridiculously good it was. About how unbelievably e****c my man was.
‘Is Lionel still asleep?’
Carefully, I tilted my head back, hoping to catch a glimpse of his sleeping face.
But…
“…You’re awake.”
Our eyes met instantly.
And he didn’t even look like he had just woken up.
“…You didn’t sleep?”
“Not exactly.”
For some reason, I had a bad feeling about this, but I had to ask.
“…Why?”
His lips parted slightly before he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead.
“Because you’re too beautiful.”
…Oh.
At that moment, all my experience as a seasoned reader of 19+ novels immediately told me what was going on.
‘He hasn’t fully… satisfied his desire yet, has he?’
Oh, no.
I could feel it—his length, still thick and swollen, twitching slightly against my thigh. And… was it a little damp.
To think he had spent the entire night in this state. I almost felt guilty.
“…If it’s too difficult for you, you can just go ahead, even if I’m asleep.”
Lionel’s brows furrowed as if he had just heard something completely outrageous.
“…While you’re asleep?”
“Well, as long as I’ve already given permission, isn’t it fine?”
His expression was one of complete disbelief, but I couldn’t see what the big deal was. I’d enjoyed plenty of novels where the male lead didn’t hesitate at all to devour the heroine while she was sleeping.
“…I wouldn’t mind.”
I mean, sure, if I were sleepy and exhausted and someone was just using me for their own satisfaction without any consideration, it might be annoying.
But this was Lionelm and if I woke up to his gorgeous face hovering over me, his body moving against mine, bringing me to ecstasy… Why on earth would I complain?
Of course, this was purely a matter of preference, but personally, I was all for it. After all, Lionel needed to sleep too. How miserable must it have been for him, spending the entire night in that state? I didn’t want him to suffer like that again.
“…I’ll consider it.”
