Moonlight Ball - Chapter 161

Why did she end up in this state?

He was not comfortable. She knew nothing, and he knew it all. And yet, he let it happen. No, he even wished for her to have a child. He thought it would give him an advantage when he had to fight against the Matap and control the situation, whether it was Rosemary’s body or Iris’s mind. She hadn’t even thought about such a thing.

She should have thought more from her perspective. Her perspective…

“Thank you for caring, but…”

Iris gently brushed Sídrain’s arm that was draped over her shoulders and began to speak.

“I hope you don’t act emotionally.”

“Ris…”

“It’s just the beginning, so please don’t do this. Síd’s in big trouble now. He’s the only one who can surpass the barrier, so he has to bring me food every day!”

“Are you going to starve?”

Sídrain turned Iris around. Looking at her reddened eyes, as if tears were about to fall at any moment, Iris raised her heels and kissed his cheek.

“I have house fairies with me, so it’s fine. They’ll bring me only the meals, but they’ll take care of everything else.”

“Reese. Even so!”

“Don’t worry. I’ve thought about it a lot and made calculations. I can endure it enough. As long as Síd takes good care of the meals.”

Iris lifted her wrist, revealing the red-furred handcuffs adorning it.

“I enchanted it. And it’s really soft. It’s quite expensive. It’s a nine-tailed fox fur, and it’s really plush.”

Sídrain’s face twisted. Iris resisted the urge to cry together and kissed his lips. They kissed, and they kissed again. Iris lowered her head.

“Don’t cry,” he said.

But tears eventually welled up in Sidrain’s eyes and fell. He couldn’t believe the reality of having to make the woman he loved, Iris, into this. He wanted to give her everything. He wanted to lay the whole world at her feet. And he wanted to kiss her cute little toenails.

Even if I give you everything, it’s not enough. No matter how much I do for you, my heart remains unsatisfied. But now I have to have a child while making you a prisoner?

“Ris, my lady. What crime did I commit against you?”

Tears continued to flow from Sidrain’s sculpted face.

“Don’t cry, Sidrain. Don’t cry.”

Iris tried to soothe him with her wet voice, and Sidrain nodded. But his tears didn’t stop for a long time.

That day, the two lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms. Iris shackled herself with chains that connected to a ring embedded in the wall. Only Sidrain had the ability to release the magic binding her. Sidrain wanted to free her immediately, but Iris shook her head.

“Don’t release me unless I’m in grave danger.”

She said that, and he cried once more. Holding his large body as if comforting a child, Iris consoled him.

It’s okay. It’s okay. She repeated those words for a long time. It encompassed promises, assurances, and comfort—everything of that nature.

The night of “It’s Okay”

That night passed.

But remember, according to Elaine’s impression distinction method, Sidrain de Letaire was born with the face of a winner in life.

The next day, Iris felt the depletion of her magic start. Her body felt heavy, sluggish, and generally strange. Her magic was seeping away. Ah, is this how it begins? She waited for her side effects.

She anticipated tremendous side effects like craving blood, collapsing, suffering from nightmares, or her stomach bursting like a demon’s. She wondered what she would be afflicted with. It seemed to be consistent with losing reason and becoming a slave to instinct.

When she thought that way, she felt something strange.

Her underwear felt sticky. Why? She tilted her head. Something was off. Her waist felt sluggish, while between her legs, it tingled, and at the same time, her fingertips and toes felt itchy. A sensation that was hard to bear was slowly rising.

“Ris?”

Startled, she raised her head, and Sidrain was looking down at her. His red eyes seemed even redder, as if he hadn’t slept at all. He seemed curious about how Iris’s magic depletion began and what kind of illumination would occur.

“Oh, yes.”

“How are you? Are you okay?”

F-fine, it feels like I’m fine, but also not…

Heheek. With a sharp moan, Iris trembled, her body emitting a shudder. Sidrain had only lightly slapped her cheek, but it felt as if her insides had been touched, and her vision flashed.

Wh-why is this happening?

Surprised, she quickly blinked her eyes and met Sidrain’s gaze.

By the way, Sidrain, a man who always wanted to be involved with Iris but could never find the right opportunity, was a man who couldn’t sleep. If he couldn’t sleep with her, he wanted something in between. Even if she fell asleep in the middle, he wanted it. He wanted to suck on her breasts, or do anything else that satisfied his hunger for her.

“Th-that’s… okay,” he stuttered.

What happens when food suddenly appears in front of a hungry person?

Iris quickly shook her head, but Sidrain was faster. He grabbed her breasts and twisted them slightly, the way she liked it, with a hint of roughness.

Aaaah!

A completely different moan erupted from her mouth. Iris herself was surprised by how lascivious her voice sounded. She tried to sit up in surprise, but alas,

There were shackles she had prepared for herself yesterday.

“S-S-Sid?”

Sidrain’s eyes were so dark they almost looked black. He claimed her body. And he began to undress her. Iris raised her head as she watched him quickly become naked.

“It’s… morning, S-Sid.”

“Yeah.”

“S-Sid, today, I think the magic depletion won’t happen. Can you, c-could you release it a little?”

Iris shook the hand that was shackled. It made a clear clicking sound. Sidrain tilted his head with a vacant expression.

“Ris, what are you saying? You told me yourself.”

Don’t release me unless it’s a dire situation.

“Just, just a moment. Heeey, s-sto-op, s-s-top, ahhh, aaaaah!”

Sidrain, who had become a deity, delved between Iris’s legs. Iris raised her head, but he didn’t listen to her words. It was inevitable, as the mere touch of his hands made her tremble and soak her body.

He spread her legs wide like a frog, and Sidrain examined her depths. He found Iris’s taste in underwear quite fascinating. And those meticulously chosen undergarments.

The moment he saw how wet they were.

Sidrain’s reasoning completely flew away.