Chapter 53: The Night Is Still Long
In the narrow storage locker, Sheen’s back pressed against the cold metal panel while Heralice’s burning body was pressed against his front.
Their breaths mingled in this sealed space of less than one square meter, the humid heat causing water droplets to condense on the inside of the locker door.
“Don’t move…”
Heralice spoke in barely audible tones, her slender fingers pressed against Sheen’s collarbone. As she adjusted her position, the full curves beneath her silk dress pressed completely against Sheen’s chest.
Sheen could clearly feel two soft sensations, the thin fabric providing no barrier against that amazing elasticity.
This woman wasn’t wearing…
This realization made Sheen’s adam’s apple bob violently. Sweat slid down his temples. In the dim light, he saw Heralice’s dress had become nearly transparent from moisture, vaguely revealing the honey-colored skin beneath.
After realizing this, his whole body involuntarily heated up.
“So why do we have to hide in such a cramped place?”
To distract himself, Sheen could only bite the bullet and ask this saintess.
“No choice. The library is a restricted area with strict security. After closing, there are magical sensing barriers that ordinary people can’t bypass. Though I can, it would generate access records, leaving evidence, wouldn’t it?”
Heralice leaned close to his ear to explain softly, droplets from her hair falling into his neck hollow, her exhaled heat penetrating his ear canal.
“So we sneak in before closing, avoid the manager’s patrol, then after closing we can move freely, right?”
“You’re the Radiant Saintess. Don’t you have some high-level method? Hiding in a locker is too undignified.”
Sheen couldn’t help but complain quietly in her ear.
“Don’t think saintesses are that amazing. I’m not a goddess. The Holy Church has many ways to control saintesses that you don’t know about.”
The saintess rolled her eyes at him with an expression of not wanting this either.
“If we have to hide, couldn’t we use separate lockers? I see several others nearby.”
Sheen could only uncomfortably shift position, but every movement made them press closer together.
“I’m not like Scáthach who can hide in shadows. My concealment magic requires… physical contact for transmission. Only this way can I confidently evade the manager’s inspection.”
Heralice rolled her eyes, her slowly rising smile going unnoticed by Sheen.
“Fine.”
Sheen unconsciously arched his back, trying to relieve a certain area’s embarrassing reaction.
This movement made their lower abdomens press even closer. He immediately felt Heralice’s inner thigh muscles suddenly tense.
“You…”
Heralice narrowed her eyes, deliberately pressing her knee against that heated area.
“Quite energetic~”
“I can’t help it.”
Sheen could only smile bitterly.
Just then, the wooden panels suddenly vibrated as distant footsteps approached.
Sheen went rigid, instinctively pressing forward.
“Mm~”
Heralice let out an almost inaudible hum as Sheen’s tensed abdominal muscles pressed against her softest area.
Magic lamp beams swept through the locker door cracks. Sheen held his breath, watching a bead of sweat slide from Heralice’s collarbone into deep cleavage.
“You’re pressing against me.”
She suddenly bit her lower lip, mouthing the words.
Sheen flushed red and shook his head, but gasped at her mischievous twisting motion.
“Taking advantage of me, are you? Watch this~”
Heralice smiled triumphantly, her bright nail-polished fingers suddenly undoing his top shirt button.
“What are you doing…”
Sheen’s unfinished question was blocked by soft lips.
When Heralice’s tongue pried open his teeth, Sheen’s hands unconsciously supported her lower back, the palm sensation shocking him.
This woman definitely had ulterior motives!
This realization made his originally resistant hands suddenly lose strength, becoming ambiguous caresses.
“Mm…!”
Heralice suddenly tightened her legs.
Through two layers of clothing, Sheen could feel her inner thigh skin heating up. When the manager’s magic lamp swept past again, she deliberately deepened the kiss until both their chests heaved from lack of oxygen.
After an unknown time, the library finally returned to silence.
The moment the locker door opened, Sheen stumbled and fell to the ground. Heralice straddled him, her disheveled hair falling across Sheen’s face. Through the violet-scented strands, those eyes full of moisture gazed down at him.
“Now…”
She leisurely wiped away the ambiguous traces from her lips.
“Do you understand why we had to share one locker?”
“You’re so bad.”
Sheen’s gaze uncontrollably slid downward. Due to their fall, Heralice’s skirt had rolled up to her thigh roots, the soaked fabric clinging to her skin and outlining blood-stirring contours. He quickly looked away, only to have his face turned back by cool fingers.
“Don’t look there yet~ Look into my eyes.”
Heralice smiled and rubbed his still-energetic area with her knee. Her tone was as casual as discussing dinner, but her fingers had already skillfully undone his third button.
“Wait… we should handle business first.”
Sheen grabbed her mischievous wrist, nervously observing their surroundings.
“But I can’t wait anymore~ It’s all someone’s fault for being so… passionate in the locker.”
Heralice leaned forward, her dropping neckline providing a complete view. She suddenly bit Sheen’s earlobe.
“Besides, isn’t what we’re doing now business~”
Sheen’s breathing immediately became somewhat irregular.
This saintess was way too skilled!
His remaining rationality reminded him people could enter at any time, but Heralice’s hand sliding inside his shirt had already ignited more primal impulses. When her fingertips traced his abdominal muscles, Sheen suddenly flipped her beneath him.
“Are you sure you want to do this here? We could be discovered. Let’s wait until we get back.”
Sheen’s voice unconsciously became husky, but remembering his previous experience with Cynthia, he calmed down.
“No.”
Heralice hooked his waist with her legs, acting spoiled. Just as Sheen was struggling with how to dissuade this aroused woman, distant sounds of falling books suddenly echoed.
Both froze simultaneously. Heralice was so frustrated her teeth itched, while Sheen sighed in relief.
“Damn night patrol…”
She nimbly slipped out from under Sheen, smoothing her wrinkled skirt, but her reddened eyes and swollen lips still betrayed their recent passion.
Sheen also scrambled up somewhat awkwardly, surprised to discover his belt had somehow been half-undone.
“Forget it. Let’s find materials first. Follow me, the restricted section is over there.”
Heralice sighed, suddenly becoming serious in a complete change from moments before. As she turned, her skirt swept across Sheen’s calf, and in her backward glance lay dangerous sweetness.
“As for… what just happened, we have plenty of time to continue. The night is still long~”
Sheen’s hands shook while fastening his belt. Was he going to be completely devoured tonight?
This woman wouldn’t want to experiment on the spot after researching, would she?