Enthralled || Liskook

Chapter 25

Lisa's heart hammered against her ribs, its rapid rhythm mimicking the frantic dance of her thoughts. 

The warmth of Jungkook's embrace deepened as he pulled her closer, holding a silent question against her back. 

A wave of dizziness washed over her, threatening to pull her under. Each word spoken felt like a teetering step on the edge of a precipice, and yet, a strange pull kept her tethered to the ground. 

Then, his voice, a low rumble against her ear, shattered the silence. "Have you truly never witnessed it?” he murmured, his question laced with a hint of amusement and a touch of something deeper. 

Jungkook's protective instincts surged. He wanted to gather Lisa into his arms, lead her to the bed, and shield her from whatever uncertainty swirled in her eyes. 

A flicker of hesitation crossed his face as she spoke, and he paused his movements. 

“Are you asking about the real thing," she questioned, her voice a gentle inquiry, "Or something else altogether?" 

Is he referring to adult movies? 

If it is, she has seen it all. Born in a modern society with developed Internet, even if the school does not give it, the sisters in the dormitory will have their own ways of knowing this kind of thing. 

The first time Lisa saw it, was at lunch one day, she was walking around the dormitory with a takeaway lunch box, listening to the men and women breathing heavily and exaggeratingly shouting, she was curious. 

Her three roommates in the dormitory gathered together to study the small pieces on the computer, and she also took a look at it. 

"I bumped into the live action a few times," Jungkook continued, "The earliest was in junior high school, in an ice skating rink, when it was closed." 

Lisa opened his eyes, raised his head, and glanced at him in disbelief: "Weh? For real?” 

"They are all people I know. I didn't expect 

that buddy and his girlfriend could be so crazy, so open, so I just did what a normal teenage boy would do," Jungkook grinned, “I left without looking at it, it was boring, it was just a repetition of the action." 

The description is really straightforward. Lisa blinked, was speechless, and coughed. 

Lisa thought this kind of experience was unbelievable, but in Jungkook's view, children who were mixed up in society had never seen anything. 

Jungkook usually went belt-free at home. 

Resting against the headboard, he casually undid the buckle, intending to remove the belt. With a practiced motion, he pulled the belt free, flinging it onto the nearby sofa. The buckle snapped shut with a metallic click, making contact with the phone resting there. 

This move was proactive. 

Lisa felt a surge of warmth rise in her cheeks, a reaction she couldn't quite explain. She turned away, her back finding solace in the coolness of the sheets. 

The rhythmic sound of her breath filled the room, a counterpoint to the rapid beat of her heart. 

Jungkook's voice, a low murmur, drifted over her shoulder. "No more talking?” he asked, his tone laced with a hint of curiosity and a touch of something deeper. 

"Umm!" she replied. There is an inexplicable feeling of coquettishness. 

This "um" was like a fire, completely igniting the fire that had just been extinguished in his heart. It was like a handful of firewood was added to the charcoal in the brazier before it was about to go out, and a new flame suddenly burst out.