Ereta’s hot and moist eyes.
Aslan involuntarily swallowed as he looked into her pink irises.
There was a faint smile on her lips, but for some reason, she gazed at Aslan with an unsettling expression.
Her eyes were filled with various desires, but more than that, there was a certain unease in them.
Perhaps she was thinking that she might be rejected.
Even though Aslan had no intention of rejecting her now that they had come this far, Ereta faced him with vivid anxiety.
Ereta looked up at Aslan with trembling eyes.
She placed her hands on Aslan’s thighs and leaned in.
Thus, Aslan faced Ereta who was seducing him.
The smooth black silk accentuated the curves of her body.
Her ample bosom and the soft contours leading down from it.
Though untrained, her body wasn’t grotesquely overweight; rather, it possessed the characteristic curves of a woman her age.
All of it was intoxicating.
Unaware of the destructive power of her own flesh, Ereta innocently seduced Aslan.
“Dislike it?”
Lips approaching close enough to feel their breath.
Lips slightly parted, both fearing rejection yet yearning for it.
Aslan could not look at those lips with a clear mind.
Everything about Ereta was enticing.
The closely pressed bodies were not just warm but soft, transmitting their sensations even through clothing.
Moreover, Ereta’s distinctive pleasant fragrance wafted around.
With such a woman like Ereta seeking a kiss, Aslan had few options: accept or gently decline.
After much conflict, thought, and anguish, Aslan came to only one realization.
The last time when Lewena suddenly intervened and stopped things.
When Ereta’s lips had almost touched his, and they were about to consummate something in a sticky atmosphere—it would surely have gone all the way if it continued now.
And knowing this fact made Aslan even more conflicted.
Because of Ereta’s innocence.
Because her innocence was childlike.
Physically and mentally, Ereta was fully an adult woman.
Yet, in terms of sexual knowledge, she possessed the same naivety as a child.
This naivety brought guilt to Aslan.
Could he really tease someone so unaware?
Even if it was obvious she would consent, was it truly right?
So Aslan reached out.
He grasped Ereta’s trembling shoulders.
His intent was defensive.
But the defense did not go as planned.
Ereta interpreted it as permission.
So she pressed closer.
The lips approached.
Even if Aslan tried to stop her, Ereta’s strength already surpassed his.
Her pressing in was stronger than Aslan’s arms closing.
Confidence that it wouldn’t happen proved useless as Ereta kissed Aslan.
The sound of wet membranes meeting.
The friction of membranes rubbing against each other.
In between, Ereta’s heated breathing could be felt.
Ereta’s lips were not just warm—they were hot.
Whether due to her natural physique or divine power, it was undeniable that her lips burned.
Amidst the compassionate barrier that froze time itself, Aslan succumbed to the contrasting heat of her lips.
Sliding his lips, Ereta slowly wrapped her arms around Aslan’s neck.
Pulling herself closer, pressing herself against him.
Though the posture didn’t allow for full contact initially, it gradually changed.
Ereta’s thin clothing, revealing the silhouette of her body under the dark fabric—subtly seductive attire, beneath which lay her form.
Ereta’s body was fresh.
Starting from her ample bosom, the gentle curves descending downward carried a charm distinct from other women Aslan had known.
Neither startlingly large breasts nor an overly prominent backside, Ereta was a balance of both.
Her appropriately rounded backside, slim waist, and contrasting rise of her lower abdomen.
Her body was soft.
So soft that Aslan wondered if hugging her tightly would make her melt and cover him.
The warm and soft female body. Above it, the explicit excitement of the panting woman kissing him.
Aslan felt all of it and was greatly flustered.
Aslan could vividly feel her body.
It was because there was no need for combat; he wore only a thin shirt and cloak.
His pants, made of thin cloth, began to dampen locally where Ereta sat.
This was seduction.
Seduction that Aslan couldn’t resist.
By sheer luck, Aslan realized he couldn’t help but succumb to the temptation.
Despite this awareness, Aslan became aroused.
“Ahh, Slan… Just a little more…”
Twisting her face to lock lips, brushing her lips against Aslan’s repeatedly, Ereta briefly pulled away.
Calling Aslan’s name, she shivered on her shoulder, closed her wet eyes, and kissed him again.
The rapid pulse felt following the touch of her belly button and the tight embrace showed how excited she was.
Perhaps even more so than Aslan.
Not knowing how to release her excitement, she simply kept exploring Aslan’s lips.
Panting, kissing hungrily.
Unskilled with her tongue, Ereta merely brushed her lips against his.
Her lips, ignorant of how to express her burning emotions, repetitively performed the same motion.
Aslan couldn’t resist the crimson allure.
“Uh…?!”
While twisting her lips to open them, he pushed his tongue inside.
Ereta widened her eyes in surprise, but upon seeing Aslan’s half-open gaze, she fearfully squeezed her eyes shut.
She accepted the tongue that seeped into her mouth.
“Hmm, uh, hup.”
Ereta atop Aslan’s knees slowly adapted to the movement of the tongue.
Trembling her waist as the tongue invaded, entangled, and swept over her teeth.
Last time, Lewena had interrupted.
Even if not for that, whenever the mood deepened, someone always appeared to interfere.
But this time, there was no one to interrupt, no way out.
This space was the sea of death scattered by the Veil of Mercy across the Pervere Kingdom.
Only a select few could enter this space.
Certainly none from their traveling party.
Thus, she communicated her feelings to Aslan through this newly learned art.
“Aslan, Aslan…”
Entwining tongues, awkwardly matching her tongue with Aslan’s, shyly pushing her tongue into Aslan’s lips, and after a brief resistance, clumsily sweeping over his teeth.
Although not perfectly executed, Ereta wriggled her shoulders with a strange exhilaration and panted.
The closeness gradually deepened, and eventually, Ereta approached Aslan with the force to topple him.
Holding her waist and lifting her up while placing his hands on her buttocks came naturally.
Sensitive from the long kiss, Ereta trembled but didn’t abandon this newfound “pleasant activity.”
Hugging him closely, she rubbed her wet private parts against Aslan’s leg, her tear-filled eyes flickering as she kissed him.
Suddenly breaking away, Ereta noticed the strong pulse and bulge above her lower abdomen.
It was an unfamiliar sensation.
Very firm and hot.
Its purpose was difficult to guess.
So Ereta lowered her teary eyes to look at it and said,
“Aslan, what is this?”
Her voice was loose and slightly rough.
Upon raising her head abruptly, strands of sweat-drenched hair stuck to and fell off her cheeks.
Seeing her slack expression, Aslan felt a certain impulse but was also flustered.
The realization of her ignorance resurfaced.
How should he explain or describe it?
As Aslan opened his mouth, Ereta lowered her head and reached out her hand.
“E-re-ta?”
The bulge in Aslan’s pants, seemingly about to burst, was lightly grabbed by Ereta.
The hand that usually gripped an axe now held it, causing Aslan to pull back slightly, furrowing his brow.
It wasn’t a grimace of discomfort or pain.
An experienced woman in pain could tell.
It was a grimace resisting pleasure.
Seeing this expression, Ereta melted into a relaxed smile, teasingly moving her lips.
“Aslan, can we continue—”
The hesitant question was one Aslan couldn’t refuse—if only they hadn’t tilted.
Suddenly tilting, both Ereta and Aslan were startled.
Their wide eyes immediately understood what was happening.
The two veterans instantly recognized their situation.
The boat was not only tilting but sinking.
This small boat, designed for three people sitting longitudinally in a row, was crude to begin with.
Even if repaired by Lumel, who excelled in nearly everything, its inherent limitations couldn’t be overcome.
A splash, the correct sound to describe it, rang out.
The overturned boat sank into the sea, sending water surging upward.
Ereta and Aslan submerged.
Though submerged, they had already drifted near the sandbank, so there was no danger.
They had to abandon the overturned small boat, leave behind the basket and the pleasures they brought, and escape onto the sandbank.
Escaping, they were soaked to the bone.
‘At least it’s fortunate.’
Aslan sighed, regaining his senses after being drenched in cold water.
Ordinarily, this sea was highly harmful to the human body.
Since it was a sea imbued with death scattered by the Veil of Mercy, it couldn’t be any other way.
Ordinarily, submerging would mean dying right there, but both Aslan and Ereta were fine.
Thanks to the divine power Ereta constantly emanated.
Reaching land, Aslan collapsed in gratitude for the fact, while Ereta followed with an awkward smile.
Lifting the hem of her long skirt with her hands, she wrung it out and squeezed it dry.
The water dripping from it carried saltiness and traces of death.
Death that did not reach Aslan and Ereta.
“I’m sorry. I guess I got too greedy.”
Smiling and lowering her head, Ereta spoke. Unconsciously, Aslan replied.
“It’s not necessarily that. If anything… It’s my fault for getting distracted and not noticing the boat tilting.”
I’m sorry for ruining your boat ride expectations.
Adding this statement, Ereta, who was squeezing her thighs exposed while wringing out her clothes, looked surprised.
Because she thought it was tailored for herself.
She believed she was solely focused on kissing, while Aslan might remain passively unresponsive.
That was what she thought.
Aslan’s words directly contradicted her assumptions.
So Ereta lowered her head, her face subtly blushing.
“That’s right… Aslan also…”
Stopping the action of squeezing her skirt hem, the drooping clothes clung to her body.
Like the thin clothes clinging to Ereta’s body, Aslan was thoroughly soaked.
Without looking at Aslan facing her, Ereta hesitated for a moment, then asked,
“Aslan, don’t you want to dry your clothes?”
Caught off guard by the unexpected question, Aslan responded belatedly.
“Ah, clothes. That’s right. We should dry them.”
“There’s a cave nearby. A cave where we can safely light a fire…”
Seizing the opportunity, she started speaking.
As Aslan answered, Ereta shyly moved her lips, glancing at Aslan from the corner of her eye.
Her flushed cheeks and two pink eyes were burning with embarrassment and desire.
“While drying our clothes… Do you want to continue what we were doing earlier?”
“Huh?”
If they were to dry their clothes, they’d have to take them off.
Continuing what they were doing earlier while naked…
Aslan’s mind froze, and Ereta giggled.
“If Aslan wants to, I want to do more.”
The seduction seemed far from over.
Aslan clenched his eyes shut.
Not long after, Aslan and Ereta became naked in the cave Ereta mentioned.
