What to Do at Night

Chapter 7: The Truth of Arsion's Three Years

Ariel slowly came to her senses. She felt as if her body was drooping like a wet blanket. At the same time, she felt a throbbing pain all over her body.

"Ah...."

Ariel groaned from the pain that came from her back. Why was her body hurting so much? And why was she so tired? More than that...... What was this warm thing that kept touching her skin now?

With much difficulty, Ariel tried to pry her eyes open in order to see what the hard and soft thing that was pressing against her back. Through her hazy vision, the first thing she noticed was how dim the room was. Only a single lamp was lit in the darkness of the room.

Yes, this was her room in Aunt Lucy's villa. However, when did night come? Why was she naked?

Ariel, who had been gathering her thoughts, lowered her head. Someone's thick forearm was wrapped firmly around her waist. The moment she saw it, she quickly came to her senses. Everything came rushing back.

"......Sion?"

Then the arm that was hugging her turned her body around. Ariel was now facing him. His familiar blue eyes were looking straight at her; they were shining so brightly in contrast to the room.

"Are you awake?"

Ariel trembled, unable to answer Sion's question. Sion came to see her! He approached her and asked her to finish the 'Things to Do at Night' lessons...

"Oh ...."

Their bodies were closely pressed against each other as memories of the intense lovemaking flashed before her as her gaze lingered at Arsion's thing. Their lower bodies were pressed closely together, and Arsion's thing came under her.

He unceasingly drove her to her peak. He repeatedly, violently, and sometimes gently, vomited hot liquid inside her.

Ariel could feel it trickling down between her legs. It was as if it were to solidify the fact that the memories were true.

At that moment, Ariel roughly pushed Arsion's chest back. She looked down, and her body shuddered. Even under the lamp's dim light, the murky white liquid could be seen flowing down the thigh. Her eyes filled with tears as she blankly watched it dripped down for a long time.

'I slept with Arsion and fell asleep.'

As soon as she realized it, more moisture started to form in Ariel's eyes. At first, she tried to hold in her breath and cry, but in the end she couldn't hold back the flood of tears.

Arsion, who was trying to reach out for Ariel, saw her crying face. Then, he asked in a painful voice, as if he had been stabbed.

"......Do you hate me that much? To the point of crying like this?"

Ariel shook her head at his words. She didn't hate it. No, it was good enough to die for. She might have been in pain, but she was the one who had asked Arsion to go in deeper.

Every time Arsion moved his hips, she lost her mind again and again. She felt like her body was being reborn, experiencing new sensations that she had never felt in her life. In no way did she dislike it. Actually, it didn't matter if it hurt. If the opposition was Arsion, she could do anything. However, only she felt good.

"No...... It's not that I don't like it......."

"Then why are you crying?"

When Ariel said that, only then did Arsion cautiously grab Ariel's wrists. He slowly lowered the hands that kept trying to shield her face and revealed a face painted with tears.