It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 65
That… there was no way that could go back into his pants.
How had he managed to hold back until now? It must have been more than just uncomfortable—downright painful, even.
I didn’t have the courage to do more, but I also couldn’t bring myself to put it back properly either. As I hesitated, unable to decide, Lionel easily lifted me off his lap and set me down on the bed.
“I’ll be using the bathroom for a moment.”
He picked up his crumpled shirt.
‘The bathroom…’
It seemed he planned to take care of it himself in there.
‘Oh, my god.’
Just imagining it was too much—I could feel the heat rushing straight to my head. My cheeks, already burning, grew even hotter.
“…Should I help you?”
Without thinking, I reached out and stopped him just as he was about to get up.
Lionel’s gaze, clouded with desire, bore down on me. His crimson eyes, simmering with heat, locked onto mine, and for a moment, I regretted speaking.
What exactly did I think I could do…?
“…Are you serious?”
I thought he would simply decline and leave for the bathroom, but instead, he tilted his head slightly and studied me intently.
“Well… if there’s something I can do to help.”
“Anything?”
He looked pleased. His soft, flushed eyes held me captive, and before I knew it, I found myself nodding.
“…Yes. Anything.”
Without even knowing what I was agreeing to.
* * *
If a couple has gotten used to kissing and decides to take things further, what’s the proper next step?
Despite reading countless adult novels, I couldn’t come up with an easy answer.
After all, in those stories, the steamy R19 scenes that boosted sales always appeared early—often skipping all the steps in between and heading straight for the bedroom.
Sometimes, they didn’t even wait. More and more, the trend was to start with intimacy right in chapter one, even inserting provocative scenes into the prologue to hook readers. And while such stories often faced criticism, they were also the best-selling ones.
So what was I supposed to use as a reference?
Sadly, neither all-ages novels nor 15+ rated stories offered much guidance.
All-ages stories only went as far as innocent kisses, and 15+ novels, limited by restrictions on explicit language, resorted to vague descriptions.
Characters would be licking something, but where and how was left to the reader’s imagination.
‘But I’m a product of rigid, standardized education—I have no imagination for this kind of thing!’
So really, this wasn’t my fault at all.
“Ugh…”
Perched precariously at the edge of the bed, I bit down on the back of my hand. If I didn’t, I felt like I might let out a sound I wouldn’t be able to take back.
I had failed to anticipate what Lionel would ask for.
Up until now, he had been relatively restrained, only kissing me, caressing my cheek, or tracing his hands over my back.
So when he said he wanted to kiss me somewhere lower, it felt like I had been struck by lightning.
‘What… what?’
What he intended to do was the same thing Dantère had done to the maid earlier in the library.
Could he possibly know?
That after witnessing that obscene act, I had imagined Dantère replaced by Lionel.
I truly never dreamed that within less than an hour, I’d see that very face in reality.
The only thing I’d taken off was my underwear.
With nothing else removed, I sat perched at the edge of the bed with my legs spread.
One leg rested on his shoulder, while the other was held firmly by his hand.
Lionel stared openly at my exposed p***y for a long moment, as if completely bewitched. Then, with gentle caution, he brought his lips close and began licking and sucking, gradually growing bolder, just as he did when kissing me.
