Laika frowned, stirred by the sensation of climax.
Iris also gasped softly as she reached her peak.
When he released her legs, her thighs dropped with a thud, causing the bed sheets to ripple.
Laika looked down between Iris’s legs with eyes still glazed from unfinished arousal.
He saw the redness of her inner flesh, flushed from receiving him, parting widely to reveal her trembling entrance.
Because such a large flesh had slipped out, the empty space inside shuddered spasmodically, unfamiliar with the sudden emptiness.
Her golden pubic hair was matted with white, sticky semen that slowly dripped downward.
The semen tracing down her labia collected little by little on the slightly swollen, reddish inner flesh, and the sight was intensely erotic.
The scent of night-blooming flowers mingled with a strange musk hung thickly in the air above the bed.
Laika’s eyes scanned her flat stomach, lingering on the traces of their union pooled in her navel.
Sweat-dampened bangs fell carelessly over his forehead as he wiped her body with a tissue plucked from the side table.
When his hand descended between her legs to clean the semen there, Iris let out a low moan.
“Hut….”
“Ha, you feel it just from wiping? Such a lewd thing.”
Laika smirked and began to clean more insistently, his hand shamelessly stimulating the intimate spot.
Naturally, touching such a sensitive area brought out a moan, but to call her lewd—irritated, Iris bit her lip to stop herself from speaking.
She had felt it because he’d touched her pleasure center.
“Who are you to say that… Laika, you were excited the whole time too.”
“Me? This instinctive organ, partly mine but not really, standing up like this—I can’t help but take the offensive.”
Laika’s gaze briefly dropped below before rising again.
Iris met his eyes and chuckled.
“If you fell into water, I think only your fists would be bobbing up.”
“You’re quite eloquent, huh? I bet you wouldn’t lose an argument anywhere.”
“Me? Is that so?”
Laika rolled his eyes upward and shrugged.
Normally, he wasn’t one for much wordplay.
He was prone to muttering nonsense when alone but tended to keep conversations brief and silent when around others, both male and female.
Exchanging banter was bothersome.
Of course, when it came to verbal fights, that was a different story.
He never lost those. Losing would just annoy him endlessly.
But now wasn’t such a time.
He babbled on because teasing Iris and joking around amused him.
Her honest reactions were fun, as was pretending not to care and even her irritated responses—all piqued his interest.
Iris peeked at him through one eye and challenged,
“Your hair is bright red like a rooster’s comb.”
“Huh, I’ve never heard that one before. Very original. A rooster’s comb? If I’m the rooster, then you must be the hen. Do hens care about eggs when you finish inside? Instead of that, maybe I should make an egg right now.”
“What… no. You’re more like a magnificent alpha rooster.”
Her protective stance with crossed arms barely kept her from lunging at him.
She then averted her eyes, murmuring softly.
Saying his hair looked like a rooster’s comb was all the teasing she dared.
She didn’t want to put down his handsome face with false words.
Besides, calling him ugly wouldn’t work—it’d probably just look like she was fishing for attention.
No matter what mischief he caused, the harsh truth was his face was sharply handsome.
Anyone with eyes would agree.
Laika smiled at the corner of his mouth and finished wiping Iris’s body.
She carefully watched him, noting his thick eyebrows, neat and unbroken, and the deeply set eye sockets that added a masculine edge.
His long, slender eyes framed by orderly long eyelashes made her doubt they belonged to a man.
The crowning feature was his sharp nose bridge.
An artistically high nose cast shadows across his face, giving him the look of a model gracing a foreign magazine cover.
Actually, as a celebrity who often did photoshoots, “model-like” was an understatement—he was a model.
What felt like a brief observation had stretched on for quite some time.
Laika chuckled throatily and raised his eyes.
Iris quickly averted her gaze but was already caught staring blankly.
“Your face is an open book. First, you stared at my body like crazy, and now it’s my face.”
“Hmph, I didn’t look.”
“Don’t lie. I can hear your eyeballs rolling all the way over here. No, wait. Keep looking. You won’t be able to take your eyes off. I’m used to that kind of look.”
“Tch…”
She knew she couldn’t win with words.
At that moment, another voice inside her mind asked, What then? Other than words, can you beat a villain with anything else?
That thought surfaced, chilling Iris’s head like a bucket of cold water.
‘Laika can’t be allowed. He’s a villain. I’m a hero, and I have to fight and defeat villains.’
Not right now, but soon, the moment to confront him might come.
Could she calmly defeat him when that happened?
And Laika? Could he remain unmoved?
The thought didn’t linger long before she reached a conclusion.
‘I’ll probably kill him without hesitation. It’s bitter, but let’s stop thinking about it.’
A horrifying image flashed through her mind—Laika tearing off a hero’s head with a Skill.
Since he hadn’t fully mastered his Skill, maybe it wasn’t Laika himself but the will of the Black Lion doing it.
But the unchanging fact was clear.
Laika would kill heroes without a second thought.
And like a hero, he might mercilessly slaughter innocent citizens if they opposed him.
He stood completely opposed to the Hero Team, especially the Chastity Belt Hanger who pursued justice.
‘I can’t get attached. It’s ridiculous to think this after all the things we’ve done, but no matter what, I can’t.’
Her body burned hot, but her mind stayed cold.
As Iris processed her thoughts, she finished organizing herself.
Laika dimmed the bedroom lights one notch, and the room darkened except for a soft glow over the bed.
He draped a goose-feather blanket over Iris and slipped under it himself.
Lying beside her, he whispered low,
“Turn over. I’m going to hold you from behind. You always need to hug a doll or a body pillow to fall asleep.”
“Ah… you’re going to sleep now?”
Iris almost called him baby before turning her body to ask.
She had just vowed not to get attached to a villain but already forgot and sounded fond.
Laika, unaware of her thoughts, wrapped his arms around her from behind.
His hand slipped under her side and cupped her full, slanted breast.
A low voice tickled her ear.
“That’s not true. Your lower half’s probably gotten used to this huge and incredible thing of mine. I’m planning to serve you in other positions.”
“Serve? What do you mean… huh.”
His arm that stretched upward grabbed her other breast.
His hands gently rolled the soft mounds, making Iris’s eyes narrow.
Grasping her breasts, his fingers pinched her nipples persistently.
His firm thigh slipped between her legs, reaching all the way to the cleft.
Laika’s breathing grew rougher as he pressed his thigh against her entrance.
As he pressed closer, the round curve of his raised buttocks was poked by a solid flesh.
He was aroused again.
Whether because of his abilities or natural endowment, his stamina was impressive.
His fingers pinched then rubbed her nipples teasingly.
He tugged just enough not to hurt, then twisted.
Iris helplessly whined.
Her lower half was already showing signs of dampness.
Laika quickly rubbed his thigh against her, leaving sticky juices on his skin.
“Aah, huh.”
“When your partner enjoys it, that’s serving. What else could it be? Turn your head, Iris.”
Leaning his chin on her small shoulder, Laika exhaled heavily.
When Iris turned her head, their noses touched, then their full lips met.
His tongue tapped her small lips, then slid inside the moment they parted.
“Umm…”