Chapter 8: Peace Treaty on the Bed (7)

A languid sigh slipped out on its own at the gesture containing that sexual implication.

Her body, tormented for hours, reflexively began to heighten its erotic sensitivity.

As her skin began to tingle, Sena got scared beforehand and threw up a white flag.

“Actually, it was a nonsense dream, I had a nonsense dream.”

At the explanation reversing her previous statement, Adrian looked at her with a puzzled face.

He had already released the wrist he was holding before anyone noticed.

“What kind of dream was it?”

It was literally a nonsense dream.

Running away from a cock like that of a beast, and then after that.

What was after that?

Sena bit her lip.

She couldn’t remember what came behind.

The nonsense dream was quickly forgotten, just like a nonsense dream should be.

In the end, Sena lamented her impoverished imagination and quickly changed the subject.

“Give it back.”

At those words, Adrian narrowed his eyes and smiled.

“…I wonder, what could I have taken from you?”

It was a sarcasm that felt like self-deprecation in a way.

However, Sena brushed it off as her imagination and pulled Adrian’s arm roughly.

“My fountain pen, Sir.”

Ah.

Adrian let out a slow exclamation.

Sena pulled him once more as he didn’t make even the slightest movement, but he merely stared blankly at her fair white fingers gripping his black uniform tightly.

A murky gaze rode up Sena’s arm to her fair, naked body.

Sena’s body, tormented all night long, was erotic beyond measure.

The bite marks spreading out like dots centered around her chest, the handprints on her thighs and wrists, and her swollen lips naturally warmed the face of whoever looked at them.

It was to the point of regret that he had wiped away the semen while she slept.

However, was there any need to feel regretful?

He could just overlay it anew.

The corners of Adrian’s mouth drew an arc.

However, Sena’s full attention was focused on retrieving that damned evidence, so she did not notice the change in his expression.

Interlocking his fingers with Sena’s hand that held him, Adrian spoke softly.

“Very well.”

Only then did Sena, realizing the atmosphere had subtly settled somewhere, pull her body back.

However, she could not escape with one hand caught.

Adrian put his weight on Sena and laid her down on the bed.

“I was worried you might feel lonely without me anyway, so this worked out well.”

Click.

Her wrists were bound along with a light noise.

Sena twisted her body this way and that to check it.

It was handcuffs.

Up until then, Sena Han, a good Federal citizen who had rarely seen handcuffs, looked back at Adrian in utter shock.

“No, what on earth are you planning to give back by doing this?”

Adrian smiled brightly without a word.

Then he raised his index finger and poked Sena’s chest.

Following his finger slowly sliding downward, Sena’s gaze also descended.

His finger, burning hot enough to scald, passed between her breasts rising and falling slowly, paused briefly at her navel.

Then it slid as if being sucked between her legs.

His fingers moved elegantly as if playing the piano.

Gently caressing the black strands of pubic hair, his fingers playing over her buttocks as if tapping on keys heated her up just by looking at them.

When those fingers dug between her legs, Sena was so shocked that she slammed his head with all her strength using the handcuffs on both wrists.

Regrettably, Adrian was an investigator who excelled at using his body.

Sena’s assassination attempt ended in failure.

“Oh dear, Sena. Are you planning to kill your husband just one day after signing the contract?”

Adrian whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned his body toward her.

Sena got exasperated at that entirely relaxed attitude.

She lunged at Adrian.

In the languid afternoon, the two tangled together inside the small room.

Sena constantly rushed at Adrian.

The man and woman who had been tossing and turning for a while soon implicitly declared a ceasefire.

The winner was Sena.

She climbed on top of Adrian, who was wearing a pitch-black investigator uniform, and panted roughly.

She was strangling Adrian’s neck with the handcuffs hanging on her wrists.

A long scratch was made on his throat where blue veins stood out.

However, Adrian didn’t mind it in the least.

He was turning his head away from her with his face flushed up to his neck.

His large, slender hands gripping the bedsheet turned pale under the applied strength.

“Ah, Sena…”

Adrian groaned deeply.

Something hard and long was poking her buttocks.

Terrified by the size she had felt to her heart’s content last night, Sena lifted her hips.

His right thigh, wrapped in the black uniform, was bulging prominently.

Confirming that, Sena bit her lip hard.

A civilian with poor physical ability could not beat an investigator ranked at the top in the Special Bureau.

The fact that she gained the upper hand was also because Adrian went easy on her.

Like that, isn’t he getting hard down below with plenty of leeway even in a situation like this?

Seeing that proof with her own eyes anew, her mood sank even further.

Sena pressed her forehead against Adrian’s and whispered softly.

“Take off the handcuffs right now while I’m asking nicely.”

Clank.

The iron chain wrapped around Adrian’s neck rang.

However, Adrian did not answer right away.

As if he didn’t really want to speak, he moved his healthy red lips, and then, unable to overcome Sena’s gaze, he confessed.

“But Sena, if I don’t do this, you’ll run away.”

“What?”

Sena was speechless upon hearing those words.

She stopped strangling Adrian’s neck with the handcuffs and pulled her body away from him.

“I’m truly at a loss for words.”

“…”

“Run away? What, are you catching an unfaithful wife?”

Sena tried to sweep her hair back irritably, but clicking her tongue as she realized her wrists were bound.

She sneered with a frustrated heart.

“What you’re doing right now, Blake, is a crime.”

“…”

Her form of address was demoted from Sir Adrian to Blake.

However, as if he didn’t care whether it was a title of respect or whatever, Adrian was scanning Sena thoroughly with even his ears dyed red.

However, Sena, who had gotten sick of seeing that handsome face of his over the past 24 hours, glared without blinking an eye.

“Surely you won’t make the cliché excuse that you did it because you like me.”

“…”

“Locking a person up, having your way with them, and threatening them are all crimes.”

The tip of her straight index finger poked hard into Adrian’s chest.

“Do you get it? Mr. Investigator?”

Because of that, Sena ended up in a position lying low on top of Adrian, but she didn’t care.

Coming this far, they were in a relationship where they had seen everything there was to see and couldn’t see.

However, it seemed Adrian Blake was not.

“Ha…”

Sena felt a strange sensation hearing the moist groan and looked down below.

Soon, the long pink piece of flesh she had seen countless times entered her sight.

Adrian was getting hard down below.

Again.

He had roughly unbuttoned only his waist, revealing his lower body out in the open.

The scandalous penis throbbing shameless in broad daylight captured Sena’s gaze.

“Say more, Sena.”

A voice completely hoarse, warm breath, and the excitement contained within it tickled Sena’s ear.

“It feels like I can shoot one load before leaving.”

Sena froze completely and blinked her eyes.

His gray eyes, which should have been cold like a winter sky covered with dark clouds, contained her while soaked in languid moisture.

When their eyes met, he blinked his eyes slowly.

His eyelashes fluttered lightly like butterfly wings.

A drop of sweat flowing along his jawline fell right onto Sena’s chest.

As if candle wax had dripped, only that area stung painfully.

She couldn’t move at all.

It felt like seeing headlights right before getting hit by a car.

Adrian carefully grabbed Sena’s handcuffed hands and pulled them down.

He guided her hands to wrap around his fully erect penis.

Only then did Sena draw in the breath she had been holding back.

A fishy and obscene smell pierced her nose.

A male scent.

Sena furrowed her brow.

Although she loosened the strength in the hands Adrian was holding, she couldn’t even think of pulling her hands away and merely bit her lips repeatedly.

Adrian Blake masturbating with her hands.

This was, well, a sight completely unexpected.

That must be why.

“Ah, Sena…”

To feel such a strange sensation.

Adrian, stretching his body far back, began to rub his member up and down holding onto it.

Sena’s hands caught in between were feeling the man’s excitement that seemed about to burst just as it was.

Sena bit her lip.

When the man met her eyes, he folded the corners of his eyes and smiled with a flushed face.

The uniform unbuttoned only at his lower body was a sight worse than wearing nothing.

He looked more obscene than her, who was naked.

Because that felt so very voluptuous.

Sena imagined taking a picture of the man in front of her eyes.

It was an inevitable occupational disease.

If the photo were leaked, he might be dismissed from his post for failing to maintain the dignity of a public official.

The investigator uniform, a symbol of integrity and purity, looked like some Halloween s*x-appeal costume.

Adrian being close enough to reach her hand.

It felt like a lie that they had brushed past each other countless times over the past decade or so.

Back then, Adrian Blake seen from afar was the epitome of a neat and righteous hero.

However, right now…

Sena, overwhelmed by a strange sense of immorality, softly caressed the massive cock that couldn’t be fully covered even when held with both hands.

Every time it was touched like that, the man as big as a house flinched and trembled.

“…Is an investigator allowed to be like this?”

Sena talked to him without realizing it, but Adrian was not in a state where he could answer.

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