Chapter 229

“Ah… upperclassman….”

With one hand she flicked open the buttons of her blouse, and with the other she slipped her hand under her skirt and rubbed over her underwear. Her breath grew hot and heavy.

What was her name again? Hazel? Something that sounded like that.

Whether it was her real name or not was impossible to know.

Some young ladies, the moment he asked their name, would give him the name of a friend or even a maid, despite being the ones who pounced on him in the first place.

It was a pointless worry. It was not as though he went around telling people the names of the women he slept with, nor did any of them expect him to take responsibility afterward.

Dantère asked names only because he needed something to call them while doing this.

“Hazel, you need to spread your legs properly.”

Having the woman hold her legs apart herself while he licked below was one of Dante’s favorite acts.

That was when they got the wettest, and when they felt the most. After thoroughly teasing them with his tongue and guiding them to climax, it also made it easier to slide himself in.

“……”

But strangely, today he did not feel like doing that.

He had no desire to bury his face between the legs of a woman whose real name he did not even know… or whose name might very well be a lie.

Then what would he use his mouth for? He did not feel like sucking her lips or rubbing his tongue anywhere, so he simply mouthed and nibbled at her neck.

‘Well, if not my tongue, I can always use my fingers.’

Dantère was, of course, skilled at using his fingers to heat up a woman’s body.

He pushed aside the thoroughly soaked, useless scrap of cloth and rubbed the slick place underneath.

Then suddenly, he noticed that the shape beneath his fingertips felt unfamiliar.

Well, of course. Had he not spent all that time licking, sucking, and touching only Vivian?

After finding out she had slept with Ardin before him, he had seen red and coaxed her into her own brother’s bed, ruining it in a frenzy that night. Since then, Dantère had not once sought out another woman.

To be precise, he had not had the time.

Vivian’s fiancé, Halid Calitas, had begun showering her with flowers and gifts, while the sly Ardin came to the Luanax mansion every single day as though punching in attendance.

Unlike most women, who, after one night with him, would crave the bliss and look for another chance to cling to him, Vivian seemed to have no lingering attachment to Dantère at all.

If anything… she seemed slightly annoyed.

At Ardin. At him.

Halid was no exception either.
She normally mimicked the poise of an elegant noble lady, yet the truth that slipped out from time to time was completely transparent to Dantère.

He was someone who could read the room better than anyone when it mattered.

Thanks to that, he reached a quick conclusion.

‘Vivian does not miss me at all.’

He, however, kept thinking of her.

Her full b*****s bouncing in soft circles, the hazy traces covering her hollow stomach, the watery eyes that had looked up at him while her slender legs trembled like those of a newborn deer.

‘Why? For what reason?’

He had seen such sights countless times before. Strip a woman and they were all the same in the end.

Of course, Vivian was far more beautiful than most, enough to be called the most stunning woman in the capital.

But was the difference really so dramatic that her image kept circling in his head so often, that saliva gathered in his mouth, that he could not focus on anything else?

Even the woman currently moaning under his touch was quite pretty, wasn’t she?

The long, slender, deer-like nape, the small face flushed red with arousal, the deep brown hair. Some of it resembled Vivian enough that…

‘Damn it.’

Why did he keep searching for traces of Vivian in other women?

This was a very bad sign.

Dantère clenched his jaw, slowly trying to force the thoughts away and shoved three fingers inside the woman in one motion.

“Uun…!”

Unlike Vivian, who always required careful preparation and slow relaxing, this woman swallowed his fingers smoothly, in one motion.

This was far more to Dantère’s taste. He despised anything laborious.

Just discovering a single thing this woman did better than Vivian lightened his mood noticeably.

“Right there, I like it….”

It was not an isolated place, since it was a classroom for required courses.

“Harder… rub me harder, hugh… upperclassman.”

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