“Um, just a moment. I’ll put my wet clothes in the washing machine and be right back. Oh, don’t wait on the sofa—please, lie down here.”
“Here? Is that really okay?”
Because it was such a small room, the bed was right next to the sofa.
Being told to just lie down and wait on the bed…
The words were polite, but the intent was all too obvious.
Of course, I was only pretending to be innocent in words—in reality, I was brazenly tempting him, wearing nothing but a dress shirt, not even underwear.
As Iris pointed to the bed, Abellus nodded.
“Of course. Then, just a moment….”
He shuffled out of the room quickly. It seemed the washing machine and dryer were outside the Director’s Office.
Feeling nervous, Iris scratched her neck for no reason and carefully sat down at the edge of the bed.
Then, all of a sudden, her honey-colored eyes gleamed dangerously.
‘Wait a second? Couldn’t I just steal the necklace while Abellus is gone for a bit? Judging by the way it’s just out on display like that, it doesn’t seem that important to him anyway… Hmm, no. If Abellus comes back sooner than expected, I’ll get caught red-handed. I should watch for the right timing. I still need to steal Abellus’s Superpower, too.’
She placed a hand over her heart and felt it pounding.
Was it because she’d soon be able to steal Abellus’s Superpower, or because she was excited about sleeping with him?
Maybe both. No—honestly, it was probably the anticipation of sleeping with Abellus that was stronger.
In her previous life, she’d been conservative; sharing a bed with a handsome man—especially one who was technically an enemy—was both thrilling and exciting for her.
‘This makes me feel just like a spy. You know, in spy movies, there’s always that scene where the spy seduces the male lead to get information. I used to think watching that in movies must be a real thrill, but to think I’d actually end up doing it myself…’
A moment later, the door to the Director’s Office opened.
As Iris quickly covered herself with the blanket and lay down, Abellus walked back in.
Footsteps approached, and soon the bed dipped gently as he sat down.
As she lay perfectly still with her eyes closed, a warm touch pressed against her cheek.
Abellus brushed Iris’s cheek with his hand and whispered in a low voice.
“Iris, are you sleeping?”
“Mmm, I must have dozed off for a bit.”
Iris pretended to have just woken up, rubbing her eyes, then glanced at Abellus—and flinched.
Unlike his sweet tone, he was staring at her expressionlessly.
As their eyes met, Abellus smiled faintly, took off his white lab coat, and climbed onto the bed.
He didn’t even bother to ask if it was okay; he just did it naturally.
Sitting right next to Iris, he leaned back against the headboard and looked down at her.
Then, gently smoothing her bangs, he spoke.
“You must be really tired. Falling asleep in just the short time I was gone.”
“I guess so. The bed is so soft, I just meant to lie down for a moment, but…”
At Iris’s reply, Abellus let out a small laugh.
It wasn’t a sinister or sly laugh—just a normal one, and Iris awkwardly smiled in response.
For this moment, Abellus didn’t feel like a psychopath who could calmly lift a corpse’s head, but a gentle, ordinary man.
Leaning down, he brought his lips close to Iris’s ear.
“Don’t you want to see just how soft the bed really is?”
“…How would I do that?”
Was this finally the moment when wearing no underwear beneath her shirt would pay off?
As Iris swallowed hard, a large shadow loomed over her body.
The bed, now supporting both of their weights, sank deeply, and with only a thin blanket between them, their bodies pressed together.
Abellus took off his silver-rimmed glasses and spoke.
“Like this?”
“…Yes.”
Nodding, Iris placed her hand on Abellus’s shoulder.
As if that was the sign he’d been waiting for, Abellus let out a rough breath, set his silver-rimmed glasses down on the side table, and tilted his head, capturing Iris’s lips.
As she cautiously opened her mouth, his hot tongue plunged in immediately.
Gone was the pretense of politeness—his tongue moved aggressively, sweeping her teeth, her inner cheeks, even her palate, claiming her small mouth and exploring it thoroughly.
There was no restraint to the fierce tongue that threatened to go as deep as her throat.
Catching her breath between kisses, Iris responded to Abellus’s kiss. Kissing a psychopath was rough, but unexpectedly sweet.
“Mm, nngh…”
His thick tongue found her hidden tongue and rubbed against it roughly.
When her small tongue moved, he immediately wrapped around it, entwining and sucking like a snake in mating.
After enduring the wild kiss for some time, Iris pushed against his broad chest, and only after a few more pushes did Abellus reluctantly pull his lips away.
“Ha…”
Abellus’s lips were slick with transparent saliva, and so were Iris’s.
Exhaling a hot breath, Abellus quickly unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it to the floor.
Without hesitation, he stripped off his pants in one go, then climbed back onto the bed, trapping Iris between his legs.
Iris’s eyes swiftly scanned Abellus’s body. Despite his scholarly face, his body was covered with densely packed muscles.
She’d noticed it before, when applying ointment to his arm, but not an inch of him was soft—he was all solid muscle.
Perhaps, just like how her stamina increased with every Level Up, powerful ability users had naturally well-trained bodies. Or maybe he worked out regularly between research sessions.
Iris gazed as if hypnotized at his solid arms, broad chest, and sharply defined abs like bars of chocolate.
Then, as her eyes drifted lower to his hairy lower abdomen, she couldn’t help but look further down.
She tried to hold back, not wanting to seem lecherous, but it was impossible to resist.
She sucked in a breath. Abellus’s manhood was standing ferociously beneath his briefs, looking as if it would burst right through at any moment.
She’d gotten a vague idea last time, seeing the bulge threatening to rip through his pants, but now, with only a thin pair of briefs in the way, its formidable size was all the more obvious.
She hadn’t seen it fully yet, but it seemed to rival Laika’s.
Did all powerful ability users have such large genitals, or were all the men in Gyodam City this well-endowed?
She stared blankly as the thick shaft strained against the briefs, twitching as if it would burst free, when Abellus’s voice called out.
“Want to see it?”
“…Huh?”
Realizing what he meant a beat too late, Iris looked up, her face flushing red.
Even without his silver-rimmed glasses, he still had the air of a cool-headed scientist.
With a shrug, he hooked his thumbs into his briefs.
“You seemed to want to see it… Well? How about it?”
“Ah…”
Swallowing nervously, Iris gave a small nod, her violet eyes meeting his.
Abellus’s lips curled into a dangerous smile as his gaze dropped.
With a single motion, his briefs slipped down, and his massive shaft sprang free, slapping against his abdomen with a menacing jerk.
Thick veins stood out along the flesh, and clear precum dripped from the rounded tip, running down the surface of the shaft.
Abellus swept his bangs aside and glanced slyly at Iris’s expression with narrowed eyes.
“It’s kind of gross, isn’t it?”
“Ah, no…”
Gross? Abellus must think Iris was a virgin.
Far from finding it disgusting, she was practically salivating with anticipation for what was about to happen, but he’d misunderstood thoroughly.
Fearing he’d hear her swallow, Iris tried to swallow quietly as she admired his member.
In the meantime, Abellus removed his briefs completely, leaving him utterly naked, then lowered his head, his gaze fixed between her legs.
“This is going to go inside you, Iris.”
Iris didn’t answer—her face just grew even redder.
Soon, Abellus pulled the blanket away and leaned over her.
His large hand, moving snake-like along her smooth body, slipped boldly under her shirt.
Iris flinched at the burning heat touching her pale thigh.
“Ah…”
Abellus pressed his lips to Iris’s neck as his hand moved busily.
His hand, which had been anxiously kneading her plump thigh, slowly moved upward.
Then, feeling the coarse hair between her legs, he stopped.
With a faint, low laugh, Abellus muttered in a husky voice,
“Ha… Iris, you’re not wearing anything underneath. I thought it was just up top, but here, too…”