Contract Marriage Rewritten
Chapter 32
“……!”
Laniakea flinched in surprise as he suddenly buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Yet his firm grip on her hand would not allow her to pull back.
Far from letting her slip away, he pulled her toward his body with all his strength, leaving Laniakea with no choice but to surrender herself helplessly to him.
Soft lips kissed her neck and rubbed gently against her skin.
Lips could not possibly be burning hot, yet Laniakea felt an intense heat as if fire had touched her neck.
She had wondered if light kisses like those on her face would follow, but Hyperion betrayed her expectations.
Firmly, as though leaving a brand upon her neck, he pressed his lips against her skin.
Each time he did, he never forgot to tighten his intertwined fingers in her hand.
Because of that, the way he squeezed her hand felt like a signal before stimulation—a signal that he was about to ravish her.
His lips slowly traveled up her slender, pale neck.
It felt so strange. Hot, yet ticklish. It was likely due to his hair swaying against the nape of her neck.
Dazed, Laniakea could not form a single coherent thought as she stared blankly at the black hair right before her eyes.
Suddenly, the thought crossed her mind that she wanted to touch it. Would it be as soft as it looked?
Desperately trying to divert her thoughts elsewhere to avoid overthinking the situation—
“Ngh!”
Slightly bared teeth grazed her neck. It was not sharp, but it was enough of a shock to bring her back to her senses.
“Laniakea.”
Lifting his lips, he called her name. His hot breath brushed against the damp trail he had slowly licked across her skin.
It was rough breathing. Because of that, Laniakea could not relax the tension in her body.
She felt that if she let her guard down even a little more, he might swallow her whole just like this.
Hyperion exhaled a few more hot breaths close against her, then buried his face once more.
Unlike before, his tongue now boldly licked upward against her skin, prompting her to grasp Hyperion’s shoulder and speak.
“I—I haven’t washed yet…!”
Didn’t you say it didn’t matter if you hadn’t washed! Didn’t you say you wouldn’t touch such intimate places!
Strictly speaking, the neck was not an intimate place. It was an area frequently left exposed, after all.
Yet when she thought about it, it was also a place no one else ever touched.
Hyperion moved in on that very spot without hesitation. It was a natural, unflinching demeanor, like someone claiming a right granted to him from birth.
“It does not matter.”
A voice laced with what sounded like amusement reached her from beneath her face.
Since she could not see his expression, she could not tell if he was truly smiling as he spoke.
All Laniakea knew was that at some point, she had been laid back onto the sofa.
Collapsing as she leaned against the sofa’s armrest, she gasped for shallow breaths.
Hyperion pulled his face away from the crook of her neck and quietly gazed down at her as she caught her breath.
Their hands were still tightly intertwined. It seemed this grip would not be undone until this act was completely finished today.
With that premonition, Laniakea no longer put any strength into her hand.
Still holding one of Laniakea’s hands, Hyperion leaned forward slightly and reached his other hand out toward her where she lay.
His fingers gently brushed up the neck he had been licking only moments before. Then, settling on her round earlobe, he caressed it softly.
“Ah-ngh…!”
He had not even grabbed it hard, yet Laniakea jolted, trying to sit up in surprise. Just the sensation of someone else touching her earlobe sent a strangely numb, tingling feeling coursing through her.
It was an odd sensation—like a small bolt of lightning had shot through her entire body, leaving an unbearable itch lingering all over.
Feeling this sensation for the first time, Laniakea tried to gently push Hyperion’s hand away.
However, he caught her by the wrist.
“You are sensitive here. I am glad I found it quickly.”
“Sensitive…? What is?”
“Mr. and Mrs. Ency mentioned that on the human body, there are certain places that react far more acutely and sensitively than others.”
“There’s no way such a thing could—ah!”
Before Laniakea could finish speaking, Hyperion used the edge of his fingernail to lightly scrape her earlobe.
Like a fish cast onto dry land, her body jolted violently at the stimulation.
Gaining certainty, Hyperion smiled.
Seeing his distinct smile, Laniakea’s throat bobbed heavily.
Ah, she thought she understood now.
Whenever he smiled like that, she was going to be utterly exhausted.
A large shadow fell over Laniakea’s face. Hyperion came over her body, yet she felt no unbearable weight pressing down.
He was clearly taking great care not to burden her.
Hyperion lowered his face. Thinking he was going to kiss her like this, Laniakea closed her eyes.
However, his lips bypassed her tense mouth and bit the earlobe he had been tormenting with his fingers just moments before.
“Haah-ngh!”
Pinned beneath Hyperion’s body, she squirmed and thrashed.
As if expecting this, Hyperion pressed down slightly on her body with his own.
Trapped between Hyperion and the sofa, Laniakea shook her head in an attempt to pull her captured earlobe away, but Hyperion bit down persistently, refusing to let her go.
Just staying still left her dazed from the tingling numbness, yet he pulled on it with his lips and even pressed his teeth into it.
Every time he did, flashes of light burst before Laniakea’s eyes and her senses grew faint.
Having trapped her beneath him and ravished her to his heart’s content, Hyperion slowly pulled his lips away.
Laniakea was already panting so hard she could barely gather her wits.
Her entire body grew burning hot, and moisture gathered between her thighs. She was no longer ignorant of what this reaction meant.
They hadn’t taken off their clothes, hadn’t kissed, and hadn’t touched any intimate parts, yet she had become this aroused.
Hyperion whispered into her ear.
“You are this sensitive, yet you truly did not know?”
At his question, Laniakea could not understand it herself.
It wasn’t as if this was the first time in her life her ears had been touched, so why hadn’t she known?
Just this morning, for instance. Hilde, newly appointed as the Head Maid, had helped her choose accessories alongside the maid assisting with her dressing.
When Hilde put on her necklace, Laniakea had reached out first to put on her earrings herself.
‘It wasn’t that I didn’t know.’
Because her instincts had recognized it first, she had naturally kept others from touching it.
That was why Hyperion had now discovered what she herself had not consciously realized.
“It is fine. It is enough that only I know.”
She hadn’t answered, but it seemed he had already found his answer just from her expression.
Still keeping Laniakea trapped within his embrace, Hyperion sank his teeth into her earlobe.
“Ah, ah…!”
With actions that felt almost like gentle chewing, Laniakea couldn’t even think of pushing him away, continuously letting out short whimpers.
‘Why? Why are you doing this?’
Just as she was about to feel aggrieved, Laniakea remembered why she had come to the Main Palace.
Today, she had come here to grow accustomed to her husband. Therefore, he would never back down.
Not until she completely accepted everything he gave her.
Would she truly be able to endure until morning?
Even with such thoughts, there was no fear. For the sensations he gave her were by no means unpleasant.
Laniakea closed her eyes.
Through the hand he still held, he was telling her:
That he would push her to her limits once again.
* * *
“Phew….”
Hyperion exhaled a low breath, looking down at Laniakea, who had fallen completely asleep in his arms.
Today, Laniakea had learned her weakness. And Hyperion, too, had discovered a new truth about himself.
Namely, that he had a talent for driving someone to the edge and keenly recognizing when to stop just before their limit.
Laniakea, now sleeping as though she had passed out, was the result of that talent.