Chapter 77
Chapter 77: The Numerous Types of Dragonflies
He was leaning languidly against the ornate sofa, tilting his glass.
As the door closed silently, Noah's languid gaze reached her. Olivia stood frozen, clutching the edges of her robe tightly with both hands.
Noah nonchalantly righted an overturned wine glass and poured himself a drink.
"Don't just stand there, Liv. Come here."
The name 'Liv' jolted Olivia, who had been paralyzed by the atmosphere.
As Olivia approached, Noah gestured to the space opposite him. She sat down hesitantly, and Noah offered her a glass of red wine.
"Have you ever had this before?"
"...Once or twice."
"That's all? Didn't you drink it during meals?"
Noah refilled his own glass as he asked, and Olivia shook her head slightly.
"It makes me feel nauseous."
"Usually, people enjoy that."
"......"
"Drink it today anyway."
Olivia couldn't bring herself to look up, staring only at the wine glass reflecting the light. She carefully lifted the glass with one hand, while diligently holding onto the edges of her robe with the other.
Noah glanced at her and chuckled, tilting his head.
"Why don't you just relax and drink? You were so eager to have me untie your dress earlier."
Olivia bit her lip and muttered defensively.
"...You said it would be better than fainting."
"Wasn't it better?"
"......"
Speechless, Olivia finally brought the glass to her lips and tilted her head back without meeting his gaze.
She had caught a glimpse of Noah wearing only a robe over his trousers, unfastened and revealing his bare upper body in a wanton display.
A faint heat surged where the sweet yet bitter wine had passed.
Noah rested his chin on his hand, watching Olivia, who still avoided his eyes.
The childish kiss kept replaying in his mind. His gaze lingered on her red, plump lips before slowly moving upwards, revealing her flushed cheeks and lowered dark eyes.
Noah Astrid's tranquility.
There would be countless things to worry about, but he could endure it all for the peace she brought him.
"Liv."
At his soft whisper, she flinched and slowly raised her eyes.
"Have you learned what you're supposed to do now?"
Noah concealed his impatient thirst with a languid tone.
But strangely enough, the shyness and trepidation that had been in Olivia's eyes vanished as if by magic.
'What?'
Noah frowned slightly as Olivia spoke quickly.
"I learned through the royal sex education books."
"......"
Perhaps he should be careful about asking her if she had 'learned' anything in the future.
Noah grimaced, recalling the books he had seen long ago.
"...Ah, that."
"Yes. I heard Your Highness also studied with them."
"......"
Studied?
While Noah was dumbfounded, Olivia defined tonight's undertaking as 'learning and practice.' It made it easier to endure, and she regained a bit of her reason.
Olivia paused to gather her thoughts before speaking carefully.
"The book described numerous types of dragonflies, but there weren't many things I could actively do."
"...What?"
The tables had turned.
Noah, who had been lounging leisurely, was taken aback and widened his eyes. He was curious about what kind of education she had received and how.
"You can actively do?"
"Mrs. Lehman said that since Your Highness also received the education, we should discuss it together."
"Discuss?"
"Yes."
Her dark eyes were so earnest that Noah was speechless, blinking in surprise.
What should he do with this young lady?
Noah stared blankly at Olivia before slowly rising and running a hand over his face. Then, he calmly asked again.
"Okay, Liv. So, in that book, there were positions, no… types, in which you could be active, even if not many?"
"...Yes."
"What are they?"
His face, with his jaw set, looked even sharper and more alluring, like that of a devil.
Olivia stared as if mesmerized at the beautiful man's face before biting her lip. She still felt daunted, but it was something she had to do tonight.
Olivia rose from her seat, clutching her robe tightly. Noah's gaze followed her upwards.
Olivia turned her head to look at the bed. It was so large that several people could lie and roll around on it. Noah stared intently at Olivia's face.
What was she going to say?
After a moment of silence, as if making up her mind, Olivia took a breath and turned to face Noah. There was even a hint of determination in her eyes, and Noah couldn't help but suppress a smile.
"Your Highness, you need to go lie down on the bed."
"......"
Noah stared at Olivia in silence before rising with a tight-lipped expression. He walked leisurely to the bedside and suddenly asked.
"Lie down like this? With my clothes on?"
"......"
Confusion flickered in Olivia's clear eyes. Noah wondered if he should ask more, but decided to wait and see.
"Alright, I understand."
He went to the center of the wide bed and leaned back against the plush pillows.
Noah, lying in a languid and relaxed pose, looked at Olivia provocatively.
The golden light melted and clung to him, making him breathtakingly stunning. His sharp yet delicate face and the roughly chiseled upper body were surprisingly harmonious, exuding a wild yet sensual aura.
"What's next?"
At the low voice that seemed to cling to her heart, Olivia's reason, which she had barely been holding onto, shattered like white foam and scattered like dust.
She slowly became breathless.
Olivia desperately tried to regain her composure, struggling to catch her breath.
'Get a grip, Olivia. Imagination is always bigger than reality.'
Scolding herself, Olivia slowly released the hand that had been clutching her robe tightly. Feeling the smooth silk slide down without any friction, she climbed onto the bed without further hesitation.
The more she hesitated, the longer the hesitation would last, and the longer the hesitation lasted, the more difficult it would become.
Olivia approached Noah, who was lying stretched out as if he owned everything, and whispered softly.
"Excuse me, Your Highness."
She felt his gaze fixed on her, but there was nowhere else to retreat or hide. Olivia threw off the robe that had already slipped halfway down and put her learning into practice.
"……?!"
At the same time, Noah's entire body tensed.
Noah was stunned by the weight he felt on his abdomen and Olivia's face, which he was seeing from an unfamiliar angle.
As his gaze was drawn to her slender, white arms and neck revealed by the fallen robe, she boldly approached and climbed on top of him.
Noah, his mind instantly cleared of the alcohol, reflexively tried to sit up.
Olivia placed her palm lightly on his stomach and leaned forward. Black hair cascaded around Noah like a waterfall.
At the same time as a dizzying scent that shook his brain pierced his nostrils, soft, warm lips landed on his.
Noah froze in place, halfway sitting up.
It wasn't just his brain that was paralyzed.
Olivia, who had boldly kissed the prince's lips, didn't know how to continue.
Olivia, who had squeezed her eyes shut, slowly raised her body and exhaled the breath she had been holding. The moment she opened her eyes, breathing heavily, she froze.
Wild, green eyes were seething red like molten iron. Unable to move under the fiery gaze, he muttered lowly.
"You're driving me crazy."
At the sharp, edgy voice, Olivia's heart plummeted. Olivia, her eyes wide with shock, recoiled in surprise.
"I'm sorry!"
But at that moment, Noah grabbed Olivia's arm as she tried to escape and pulled her back, rising to his feet. Olivia, who had reflexively closed her eyes, suddenly opened them wide at the soft sensation she felt behind her back.
"……!"
The positions had reversed in an instant.
Olivia looked up at Noah, who was looking down at her with shadowed eyes, and gasped. His large, imposing silhouette, silhouetted against the light, felt as vast as a mountain range.
"Yo, Your Highness……."
"Noah."
"Yes?"
Noah looked at the pale Olivia and stretched his back.
"There's no need to apologize. So there's no need to tremble either."
"Yo, You said I was driving you crazy……."
"I'm still going crazy."
"......"
Noah slowly brushed the black waterfall scattered on the white pillowcase with his fingers. Then, he lowered his body with the lithe grace of a lion about to devour its prey.
Noah was parched with thirst. He hovered near her red lips, which smelled of fragrant wine, and commanded.
"Call me Noah."
Olivia felt the hot sensation tickling the corners of her lips, and the alcohol rushed to her head, making her feel nauseous.
Unable to bring herself to say the name, she only exhaled softly, and Noah, who was sweetly swallowing her breath, lowered his head a little more and whispered.
"Noah."
The name flowed through Olivia's parted lips.
Like a spell.
Or like a glass of wine.
Olivia closed her eyes and carefully articulated the wonderful word she had only repeated in her mind.
"...Noah."
And at that whisper, Noah crumbled.
As the scene he had only dreamed of came to life, a very old thirst surged fiercely.
He fell upon Olivia like a beast trying to quench its hunger.
That night.
The practice of the top graduate of Herollington University was extraordinary.
As was the practice and application of the royal flower.
