They Say an Age Gap Like This Doesn’t Even Need Matching - Chapter 35

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After finishing my meal, I returned to my room and, with Kei and Bella’s assistance, rearranged the furnishings.
“Which carpet do you think works better—this one or that one?”
“Ta-da, I found these tapestries too.”
“Take a look at the bedding as well.”
As I unpacked each item, both of them stared with their mouths agape.
“Where did you acquire these? They’re nearly impossible to obtain even with money….”
“I brought them from the Crown Prince’s Palace.”
“Wow… it seems His Highness the Crown Prince really likes—no, I mean, truly cares for you, Iserna.”
Bella quickly corrected herself, casting a cautious glance toward Elhart.
“….”
Elhart simply continued helping organize the items without comment.
One might have expected him to resent objects from the Crown Prince’s Palace, yet he showed no such displeasure.
Perhaps he had already discerned that I had deliberately selected only the most expensive and precious items to provoke the Crown Prince.
With Kei and Bella’s guidance, the newly decorated room looked entirely transformed.
“What do you think, Elhart? Does it suit a prince’s dignity now?”
I turned to him with a bright smile, and he responded with a faintly flushed face.
“If you’re satisfied, then I’m content with anything.”
“….”
“Oh….”
As I stared at him, speechless, Bella let out an exclamation beside me.
“Is this what they call Elhart’s charm?”
“…Is he always like that?”
“Actually, not at all.”
“Right, I figured as much.”
After all, the secret to making everything Elhart said and did seem plausible lay entirely in that face of his.
“Then, please rest comfortably.”
“Commander, you must remember what I said.”
“Yes, yes, I understand.”
After sending Bella and Kei out, I prepared for bed, but I kept feeling his gaze upon me.
‘He’s staring again.’
Whether I was drying my wet hair with a towel or pouring water from the kettle to drink, Elhart would pause and watch me.
Earlier, he had even gone to bathe, only to return and verify that I was still in the room before going back.
As I lay half-reclined on the bed, braiding my hair down, I suddenly stopped.
‘Hmm….’
I really didn’t want to delay this any longer.
Not when I had no idea what might unfold starting tomorrow.
“Elhart.”
At my call, he set down his water glass.
“Should we continue what you were saying earlier?”
“…!”
He swallowed the water he’d been holding, his Adam’s apple bobbing prominently.
‘His expression is strange.’
It looked like he was suppressing a cough, or perhaps holding his breath.
“Practice… is that what you mean?”
Though I had no intention of letting it end with mere practice, I nodded calmly.
“Yes.”
My brief answer shifted the atmosphere in the room.
Elhart gazed at me in silence for a long moment.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“…I’m curious.”
“About what?”
“What you’re thinking.”
I let out a small laugh and swept my braided hair back over my shoulder.
“Come here.”
At my gesture, Elhart slowly walked toward me.
Only when he climbed onto the bed and reached me did I realize one thing.
Unlike during the day, we were both wearing only thin nightclothes, so our body heat would be felt far more acutely.
I gazed at Elhart intently.
Not long after bathing, moisture still clung to his hair.
Even to his eyelashes, which trembled with each slow blink.
“I haven’t done anything yet, and your ears are already red.”
He reached to touch his ear without thinking, then stopped.
I caught his hand, which hung awkwardly in the air, and drew it toward me.
When I placed his palm against my cheek, a burning warmth transferred to me.
“What about me?”
I asked, suddenly curious.
My own face felt warm as well.
“More flushed than usual.”
“It feels a bit warm too…”
His body was so hot that the heat seemed to transfer to me.
Even after I withdrew my hand, he didn’t remove his from my cheek.
“May I begin?”
I could sense his tension in the slight tremor of his voice.
“You’re asking that in a situation like this?”
I answered with a soft laugh, and a faint smile crossed his lips as well.
“I see.”
He slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against mine.
Without doing anything yet, my breath was already burning hot.
‘What am I doing?’
I could see his eyelashes, heavy with moisture, trembling delicately.
His expression stirred something peculiar deep within my chest.
This time, I was the one who leaned in first, pressing my lips against his.
Our saliva-dampened lips brushed softly before deepening into a more fervent kiss.
His tongue, burning even hotter than before, immediately delved into my mouth.
Then it found my tongue, intertwining with it in a tender dance.
As our experience grew, we both became adept at actively pursuing what we desired.
Craving the sweetness of his saliva, I sucked gently on his tongue.
‘I don’t understand why this tastes so good.’
Was it because we were so compatible?
Or could his saliva somehow be connected to manarang?
Forgetting to monitor Elhart’s expression, I unconsciously pulled him closer.
“Mmm….”
The kiss continued for what felt like an eternity.
We parted and reconnected, sucking on each other’s lips, pressing together softly, then delving deeper once more.
As these actions persisted, I felt an odd sense of incompleteness.
The kiss was undeniably pleasurable, yet some inexplicable thirst remained unsatisfied.
My body, burning as intensely as his, began to shift restlessly.
Suddenly, a tingling sensation coursed through me.
It came from his thigh pressed between my legs.
The vague sense of wanting something crystallized at that exact point.
‘Was that it?’
My inner core tingled strangely.
Only when touching his firm, heated thigh did the thirst feel momentarily quenched.
‘What should I do….’
Should I stop?
Or….
‘I don’t know.’
I just wanted to explore a little further.
Carefully, very slowly.
I pressed myself more intimately against him.
“…!”
An astonishingly exquisite sensation rippled through my lower abdomen.
‘What is this? It feels so incredibly good…?’
Once I’d done it once, the second time came easily.
Despite my thoughts of restraint, my body moved of its own accord.
Very slowly.
Such an unfamiliar sensation was proving addictive.
Once I started, stopping became difficult.
Arousal dulled my reasoning.
‘Why am I doing this….’
Borrowing his body, I felt as though I alone were committing something clandestine.
Had my actions provoked him?
His breathing grew ragged.
“…Ser.”
His voice carried the strain of barely restraining something.
It seemed an attempt to gauge my condition—or perhaps a warning of danger.
I gazed up at him in a daze.
He looked down at me with eyes that struggled to contain his excitement.
“Are you alright?”
I understood what he was asking.
His hand rested against my waist, after all.
I posed his question back to myself.
‘Am I alright?’
I didn’t know.
Since everything was new, I couldn’t say whether it would be or not.
‘Then am I afraid?’
Perhaps somewhat—afraid that something within me might change.
Yet I was far more curious.
From the kiss onward, every first experience with Elhart felt indescribably wonderful.
After a moment’s hesitation, I answered briefly.
“…Yes.”
Though everything felt foreign, I had no desire to flee.
‘If I continue a little longer as Kei suggested, perhaps kissing will become as natural as breathing.’
I would be able to link arms with him, kiss him, meet his gaze and smile—all without a trace of embarrassment, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Elhart would be the same.
I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I want to do more.”

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