Chapter 62 "After the Confession"

Lanceil’s lips were as sweet as chocolate. Every time he nibbled Agatha’s lips, there was a sweet taste lingering at the tip of her tongue.

“Ahhh… Hmmm.”

And did she expect him to be this wild when it comes to kissing?

It began with a soft nibbling, sandwiching her upper lips and lower lip alternately as if she was tasting a pudding that might break if he recklessly bites them. Yet seconds passed, and he was pinning her to the wall, pressing his firm body as hard as a rock, and holding her hands on the side of her head.

Agatha had a dream of kissing her boss. In her wild fantasy, she and Lanceil were kissing wildly, touching each other while following the hungry urges of their bodies. She expected it to be this hot, sticky, and wild. And yet, she realized that fantasy was far from reality.

It’s more than the word ‘wild.’

It was way more luscious and nerve-wracking. She felt like her whole body was struggling from a magnitude 7.6 earthquake, and she was only the victim.

“Ahhh…” a