Aran, eyes befuddled with surprise, realized a manâs lips was planted on hers. She struggled relentlessly, unable to make a sound because of a foreign tongue stirring her mouth.
Immediately and in a flash, she was dragged to a corner.
Aran tore the unknown figureâs hair and scratched his face with his free hand as the unknown figure hugged her tightly within his grasp to limit her movement. She felt suffocated, crushed, and Aran instinctively parted her lips wider to let air in. However, this man⊠this unknown figure pushed his tongue deeper inside her mouth while rolling up the hem of her dress.
Soon, her back touched the grass before she knew it.
The man hovered above her and locked her arms and legs to prevent her from any means of escape. The hem of her dress rolled up to her waist, exposing her smooth legs. The cool wind blew by and touched her skin.
âHow dare anyoneâŠâ
She felt anger⊠anger that she couldnât stop thisa*sailant and regret that she didnât bring an escort or a guard with her because she thought it was c*mbersome. She never expected sheâd end up in this mess and especially not here.
A voice ech*ed, calling her name as if in search for the empress. She was located at a distance and could immediately notice her presence if they a little bit of foresight.
Aran tried to make a sound, somehow, but her lips were blocked and she could only let out a soft nasal sound similar to the woman from earlier out on an enjoyable secret rendezvous with her lover.
Misunderstanding the sound as some sort of foreplay, the servant looking for her immediately turned away.
It was not until the presence of the servant was completely gone did the man pull away from her lips.
Aran glared at the man hidden in the dark angrily. He looked down at her. Â She couldnât see his features and countenance in the dark shadows. Meanwhile, the manâs hand slipped down her thighs, slowly rubbing.
Aran clenched her teeth, warning him quietly in a low, dignified voice, âHow dare you try to oppress a woman under the covers of darkness? Do you know no honor?â
The hand touching her soft and smooth skin stopped as if her threat seemed to work. Aran was relieved inwardly and tried to push him away.
However, the man remained motionless. Rather, his hand snaked deeper in her thighs, moved her panties to the side and touched the cracks of her flesh. Aran swallowed a sharp breath and grabbed his arm.
âW-what are you doingâŠ?!â
The man ignored her defiance and extended his finger to touch her cl*toris. A slow, mechanical touch played with her fleshy area, rubbing it back and forth.
âWh-who do you think I am?! If you donât stop, youâll face an unknown and terrible punishment!â Aran said, trying her best to escape. But it was futile. He was stronger than her and she felt weak.
The man pretended not to hear.
Aran tried to scream as hard she could when she realized that she couldnât make sense of the man and that she couldnât talk her way out of it. At that moment, her lips were invaded once again and a hand slipped inside the entrance of her flesh.
â!â
A painful foreign substance suddenly entered her dry. More than that, she received a far greater mental shock. The man was poking her coiled flesh without her permission. Tears flowed down with pain and shame. She was powerless to do anything. Moreover, he seemed more excited that she entertained him with expressions of pain. The thought of it brought her to an abysmal shame.
Soon, the manâs finger rubbed against her weak spot and Aran reacted. Her body was slowly heating up and the thought of it scared her. She was terrified. She squirmed, wanting to escape, but each effort tightened the manâs grip on her. And slowly, her body reacted to the manâs steady hand movement, drawing her to a terrible feeling she didnât want.
When the manâs lips parted from her and looked at Aran, he belatedly revealed his identity.