Chapter 39

Lucy touched the tip of Ryeon's finger and traced a path downwards, passing between her breasts.

The boy repeated the trace, bringing his other hand to do the same, as if memorizing her, as if she were such a perfect and valuable artwork that touching her in that way was a privilege in the world.

And perhaps it was true, Lucy was unique, delicate, and pure, allowing only him to touch her in that manner.

Ryeon paused his hands and stared at her. Again, Lucy reached for them, but this time, she intertwined her fingers with Ryeon's.

She closed her eyes as she slid back, running the back of her own hands over her nipples, causing Ryeon to touch them directly when she left them there and looked into his brown eyes.

Ryeon held her with such care, which was funny to Lucy, but only at first. The boy slid his thumbs over her nipples, watching Lucy's reaction as she moaned softly, surrendering.

Once again, Ryeon brushed against her nipples, c