The Butterfly That Swallowed the Fog
Through the swirling grey fog, a voice floated in.
“Tell me. Are you sleeping, or not?”
Tilia’s voice trembled thinly, as if each word was being torn from her throat.
Her white-knuckled fist clenched so tightly that it seemed to choke the tremor itself, yet the final note still fractured.
“Hurry up. I need your decision.”
Sunlight fractured into leaf-shaped patterns, raining down.
Shredded light spilled between the tree trunks in scattered beams. Beneath the dappled shade, Elex Davenport sat half-reclined on a bench, slowly lifting his gaze.
Beneath those long lashes, his slate-grey eyes were as dull and beautiful as discarded glass marbles in the playground.
The sudden intrusion of sunlight made his face—perfectly balanced in its composure—frown just a little.
Yet the sun’s shadow never left his face, which bore a striking resemblance to its own.
Direct sunlight traced a straight line down, illuminating his tousled golden hair, the straight bridge of his nose, and the sharp jawline that completed the perfect picture.
For a long while, only meaningless gazes exchanged between them in the silence.
Why won’t he answer?
While Elex sat peacefully on the bench, looking up at the woman who had just made him an obscene demand.
Tilia’s insides burned like a fish thrown onto dry land.
I have to choose someone else.
Just as she was about to turn away in a hurry, a low voice caught her footsteps.
“If I don’t sleep with you…”
His voice sounded as if it were coming from underwater.
“You… you’ll sleep with someone else?”
From those seemingly holy and beautiful lips came words that were completely unexpected.
“What?”
Tilia, who had already turned halfway, frowned and asked.
“If I don’t sleep with you, will you roll around with someone else?”
As if she had misheard, he kindly repeated it with even more blunt words.
If I don’t sleep with you, will you roll around with someone else?
Tilia’s red lips, turned sideways, bit down hard once.
From below, Elex’s eyes narrowed as sharply as when facing the sun.
“Ah.”
Not realizing she had been seen, Tilia turned her head back and answered.
“I’ll roll around. With someone else.”
It was a declaration that sounded almost solemn.
At those words, a change came over his face, which had been silent until then.
Just as a clear sky is finally understood after a storm has turned the ruins into ruins, Tilia realized then that Elex had been maintaining some kind of composure until now.
Just as soaked paper absorbs paint, his slate-grey eyes instantly dyed with an emotion he couldn’t understand.
“Is that so?”
His smile was there, yet his face showed no joy at all.
“Then sleep with me then.”
His light tone was there, but the meaning inside was completely different.
Devoured by the bizarre discord between the gentle voice and the contradictory gaze, Davenport slowly sat up.
When he stood, an image overlapped for some reason.
An uninhabited forest.
A black snake slowly crawling out of a dark, damp cave.
Head raised high, a vicious snake lunging forward to swallow him whole.
When the man sitting on the low bench stood, only then did his massive body become truly real.
Elex Davenport was far too large and solid. He was enormous, blocking the view like a wall, making it hard to breathe.
When he stood opposite, a shadow trapped beneath his own, Tilia felt an instinctive crisis.
Can I really use this man as a tool? After using him at will, can I discard him when I want?
“Sleep with me.”
Intuitively trying to back away, Tilia was caught by Elex.
Under those cool, gleaming slate-grey eyes, a slightly tilted smile appeared on his lips.
“I can’t just give you good things.”
Tilia hid her hands, which had broken out in sweat, behind her back without realizing it.
To solve the problem, she had to sleep with someone. And right now, there was no better choice than this man.
Yet why?
Even though she had chosen this person because she needed him, she couldn’t escape the feeling that she had fallen into a trap.
Above Tilia, sunlight poured down.
Under the sky bright enough that she couldn’t open her eyes properly, Elex Davenport whispered sweetly.
“I’ve wanted to sleep with you since a long time ago.”
***
The curtains drawn in Elex’s room failed to block the sunlight completely.
Under the blurry incoming sunlight, hot breath mixed in.
It was hot. Not simply hot, but scorching. Not just scorching, but almost boiling.
The hard body of the man pressed against her was like carrying a furnace, making Tilia shiver with fever again and again.
“Wait, a moment…”
Tilia clung to his shoulder without realizing it, trembling as she let out a voice that went on endlessly as something thick pushed into her.
It should have been prepared and ready, yet the dull clank of the thick waist wrapped around her legs brought a terrifying feeling.
Was it possible that if he really went all the way in, her belly would split open? She even thought this ridiculous thought.
Desperately gripping his shoulders, which were slippery with sweat, the sound of his excited breathing reached her ear.
Yet the man’s patience didn’t last long. He muttered a small curse and finally began to split her narrow inner passage open.
“It’s okay.”
In a slightly broken voice from biting her nipple in pain, he gave meaningless comfort.
“There’s only good things left now.”
At that whisper, the red tip, which had been tightly rubbing, was pressed again.
She couldn’t tell which felt greater, the pain or the pleasure. Her head had turned to mush; she couldn’t even think a short thought.
Under the palm of pleasure that brutally stirred her below, Tilia had to feel the sensation again of her reason evaporating.
“You didn’t know, did you?”
The low voice came when Tilia couldn’t control her body and her thighs were shaking violently.
“You didn’t know I’d do this with you.”
While slowly feeling her thin waist trembling, he spoke in a cheerful voice as if telling a fairy tale to a child.
Only after barely opening her eyes to the teasing tone did her blurry vision, wet with moisture, enter her view.
Unlike before, Elex’s loosened eyes were full of mischief.
He looked much more relaxed than she, who was completely pierced and couldn’t control her own body.
Upset by that attitude, something rose all the way to the tip of her jaw.
“You knew?”
But like always, instead of bursting into tears, Tilia chose to pour out curses.
“You knew I’d do such disgusting things with you?”
At the vicious words spat out like spit, Elex’s lips stiffened. The mischievous smile that had been easy faded, and his gaze changed.
“Ugh!”
Before Tilia’s expression could relax, just as it was oddly satisfying, her body turned half a circle.
The movement felt as if it was still being penetrated by the man, and it was far too stimulating to the convulsing inner walls.
Yet it wasn’t the end. From behind her, who was lying like a frog, he began digging deeper and deeper.
“Ah… you said you were all the way in earlier…”
“I?”
Lightly grabbing her wrist, which was flailing in a daze, Elex let out a voice with a sneer.
“When?”
With a devilish laugh, the hard pillar kept cutting into the flesh and entering.
To places where it shouldn’t be reachable. To places it shouldn’t come into.
“S-s-s-stop…!”
“There’s still more left.”
Tilia, struggling desperately, was pinned down by Elex with his whole body.
She felt like a fish trapped in a net from which escape was impossible.
She couldn’t breathe. Only now did she realize he had been showing her some consideration, at least.
“S-s-s-stop.”
Under the sense of crisis as if her whole body would be penetrated, Tilia no longer had the strength to pour out curses.
“Just a moment… ah!”
What remained was only desperation, as she had to beg for the other’s mercy.
Between her wriggling snow-white legs, Elex spread her thighs wider by sandwiching his thick thighs and started pistoning.
Just like pleasure falling from the sky, it invaded her body. Flicker, flicker, the world flashed white as if lightning struck.
Grasping the soft sheet as if grabbing a lifeline, but soon even that was taken away. Her lips, craving oxygen, were roughly pressed together.
Between his sweaty slender fingers, the finger with calluses intertwined.
“I knew it.”
Beyond the blurry vision that had turned again, Elex looked down at Tilia with an unreadable expression and muttered.
It wasn’t anger, wasn’t joy, and not emotionless either. A face he couldn’t read as he said.
“I knew from the beginning. That we’d end up like this one day.”
For a moment, he thought his voice sounded wet. Then, like a stallion, he began thrusting his hips up.
“Aaaah…!”
Even while all of her body’s erogenous zones were stimulated at once, the inner walls continued to rub relentlessly. With an unspeakable pleasure, white drool fell from her mouth like a drooling fool.
His attempt to push away Elex Davenport, who was happily licking it up as if he liked it, was the last memory.
After that, Tilia finally lost consciousness.