Saving You, Villain - Side Story Part 3 (M)

“How long are you going to keep sleeping?”

A soft voice tickled my ear, followed by a warm touch gently brushing my cheek and a hand carefully shaking my shoulder.

“It’s time to wake up.”

The deep, soothing voice sounded more like a lullaby than a wake-up call, and instead of pulling me out of sleep, it lulled me back into the warmth of Camian’s embrace. I burrowed deeper into his solid chest, refusing to escape the pull of morning drowsiness. “Liv,” he called my name again, and I grumbled in protest, shaking my head. I heard a soft sigh, followed by the comforting weight of his arm wrapping around me.

Just as I was about to drift back into sleep, I felt his hand slip inside my shirt. It slid up along my waist, brushing lightly against my side before gently touching the curve of my chest and then caressing the back of my neck. His fingers moved with an almost teasing slowness, and though it was annoying, the overwhelming sleepiness kept me from reacting.

The more I stayed still, the bolder his hand became. It trailed down my back, tracing my spine before grabbing my buttocks firmly. His hand squeezed, taking in the full shape of one side of my rear. Startled by the sudden boldness, my eyes shot open.

“You’re awake now.”

Camian greeted me with a bright, playful smile and leaned in to plant a quick kiss on my lips before pulling back. I grimaced in annoyance.

“Are you some kind of pervert, starting this in the morning?”

My voice was rough, barely audible, as I swatted at his arm, trying to get him to remove his hand from my rear. He finally relented and let go.

“Does that mean it’s okay at night?” he teased.

“Ugh… shut up.”

I pulled his large hand and placed it over my ear like a makeshift earplug. He chuckled softly.

“You know we haven’t done anything in a while, right?”

He spoke quietly, his tone suggestive. I blinked groggily, staring at his boyish smile, still too sleepy to fully process his words. I replayed what he said in my mind, word by word, until the meaning finally clicked.

“…Oh.”

“‘Oh’? You’ve been driving me crazy, you know.”

I couldn’t even remember the last time Camian and I had been intimate. Ever since I regained my health, I’d been running around the village like an overexcited puppy, eager to experience everything I had missed out on. As a result, I hadn’t had much time to spend with Camian in bed.

Most nights, I was so tired from helping out in the village that I’d fall asleep almost as soon as I lay down.

“Isn’t it about time you paid some attention to me?”

The hand resting on my ear moved down to stroke the curve of my earlobe. The subtle touch, combined with the suggestive tone of his voice, chased away the last remnants of sleep. Camian was gazing at me with those perfect, captivating features, openly trying to seduce me even in the early morning.

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above mine, teasingly close but not quite touching. I squeezed my eyes shut, unsure where to look.

“Open your eyes, Liv. Look at me.”

“…Okay.”

As if hypnotized, I obeyed without thinking. When our eyes met, Camian’s smile deepened. He knew I liked his face, and he was using that knowledge against me. I could see right through him, but there was no resisting him.

Looking every bit the gentleman asking for a date with the woman of his dreams, he softly said, “Spread your legs. I want to taste you.”

He kept that charming smile on his face as he spoke.

“W-What? Now?”

“The thing I really want is to bury myself inside you, but I know I won’t be able to stop once I start. I don’t mind if Debra and Jax hear, but you wouldn’t like that, right?”

“…Are you insane?”

“I’m trying not to act like a crazy man, so let me use my tongue instead of my cock.”

Before I could respond, Camian’s lips were on mine again. His kiss was soft at first, like he was savoring something sweet, lightly sucking on my lips. His body shifted over mine, pressing me down, and the kiss quickly grew deeper, more intense. His tongue slipped inside my mouth, and I accepted it without resistance.

As our tongues intertwined, our breathing became heavier. The more our lips and tongues tangled, the more desperate our movements became, rubbing against each other as if we couldn’t get enough.

Camian’s sharp teeth bit down on my lower lip, and in a heated voice, he growled, “Touch me.”

He took my hand and guided it down to the bulge in his pants. I could feel the hard, thick shape of his erection straining against the fabric.

As soon as my hand made contact, he groaned like a beast, his lips capturing mine once again. I slowly moved my hand, tracing the outline of his swollen length, my fingers lightly scratching the sensitive tip.

“Squeeze it harder. Like this.”

Camian pulled down his pants, placing my hand directly on his throbbing member, guiding me to grip it firmly. He braced himself with one arm beside my head, his eyes clouded with lust as he looked down at me. He began thrusting into my hand.

“Ah…”

With each thrust, his hot, solid length slid through my fingers, slick with precum. The friction made my palm sticky, and his breathing grew more ragged.

Just watching him lose control made my heart race, my own body heating up with desire.

“Cry for me, like you do when I’m inside you.”

“……”

As I kept biting my lips softly, Camian leaned close to my ear and, in an excited voice, whispered:

“Make a sound, Liv.”

His resonant, deep voice sent a strange, thrilling shiver through me as his breath crept in.

“Ah, hmm….”

Camian’s thrusts grew increasingly rough. My hand, wrapped around his penis, kept losing its grip under his strength, but his large hand stopped it from slipping away. His heated breaths and the occasional moans were dangerously arousing.

“Ca, Camian…”

As I panted and called his name, Camian bit down hard on my ear before finally letting go of my hand. My hand, slick with pre-cum, tingled with sensation. Camian pulled back and grabbed behind my knees, spreading my legs wide. Without hesitation, he buried his face between them.

“Ah, ah!”

As the damp sensation in his mouth touched my most sensitive spot, my eyes flew open wide. I gasped at the pleasure spreading through me like an electric current and grabbed a fistful of Camian’s hair. His tongue, gliding broadly over me, caused his saliva to soak through my clothes. Camian, with his mouth pressed close against the fabric, began to lightly graze my lower area with his firm teeth.

“Haa… don’t, don’t scrape with your teeth. Ah!”

The mix of my fluids and Camian’s saliva made everything below feel soaking wet, as if I’d had an accident in the middle of the night. The dampness wasn’t just between my legs, but now it was welling up in my eyes too. My body, unaccustomed to such intense sexual stimulation after so long, quickly heated up, and before I had any time to find composure, my rationality started slipping away.

Every time Camian’s face moved between my legs, my hips and waist jerked involuntarily. The sensation of his hot, slippery tongue persistently digging into my clitoris was maddeningly intense. My body, unable to endure the overwhelming pleasure, instinctively tried to escape from him. But Camian lifted both my legs onto his shoulders and firmly locked my pelvis in place.

“Shh, you need to stay still.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a kid… Haah!”

Camian, as if to make a point, pressed his lips to my lower area and softly blew warm air over it with a “Haa–.” The combination of moist warmth and his breath teasing me made me moan instead of finishing my sentence. His heated breath caused a searing sensation that felt like it was melting my mind.

“So hot, hh… it’s so hot.”

“Do you want to take your clothes off?”

I twisted my hips and nodded in response. Camian, after planting a soft kiss below, grabbed my waist.

Just then,

“Camian! Liv!”

Jax’s urgent voice came from beyond the door. The knocking was fast and heavy, as if something serious had happened.

Drenched in pleasure, I suddenly snapped back to reality and pushed Camian’s forehead away. Camian, however, only looked up at me briefly before lowering his mouth back down, pressing his tongue firmly between my folds.

“Hnng, ah… Stop, I said stop! Ugh… Ah! Mmmph…!”

Worried that my moans might slip out, I covered my mouth with both hands and struggled. Only when my writhing became too much did Camian finally let me go. What on earth was I thinking? I kicked him in the shoulder and hurriedly fixed my disheveled clothes.

However, the wet stain between my legs wasn’t something I could just fix with my hands. I quickly pulled the blanket over to cover myself. Glancing to the side, I saw that his lower half wasn’t in a decent state either, so I tossed the blanket over him too.

Only after we were both under the blanket did I realize there was no way we could open the door like this. I cleared my throat and called out loudly to Jax on the other side of the door.

“Yes, Jax!”

“Sorry to call you all of a sudden, but Camian urgently needs something on the first floor. Can you both come down?”

There were many neighbors in the village who often needed Camian’s help. But this was the first time someone had knocked so urgently this early in the morning, so I naturally turned my head toward Camian.

“Have you heard anything?”

Camian just shrugged lightly and called back to Jax.

“I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Alright. I’m not rushing you, but… Connor looked pale when he ran to our house.”

“Got it.”

We heard Jax’s footsteps fading away. I quickly rummaged through the closet and grabbed my outdoor clothes. However, under the pressure of the gaze I felt from behind, I couldn’t change comfortably and turned to look.

“You should go to your room and change too.”

“Well, changing my clothes isn’t going to solve the problem.”

His penis, thick and blunt like a club, was still very much erect, making its presence known. I swallowed hard and hastily looked away.

“Seriously, why cause such a fuss so early in the morning…”

Even though I was just as excited as Camian, I tried to shift all the blame onto him. But I couldn’t finish my sentence boldly, especially with the way his eyes were fixed on me.

“So what are you going to do about, you know… that? Don’t just sit there with it up, try to calm it down.”

“Calm it down? That’s harsh.”

“Stop trying to pick a fight!”

“If you help, I think we can get this resolved pretty quickly.”

Camian spoke with an unreadable expression. His tone was as casual as ever, but an inexplicable sense of unease crept down my spine. Instinctively, I clutched the clothes in my arms tightly.

Seeing me like this, Camian furrowed his brow slightly, looking mildly troubled.

“Didn’t Jax say that Connor ran over here looking pale?”

“…You pervert. How exactly do you expect me to help?”

“It’s kind of unfair to be called a pervert when I haven’t even asked for anything yet.”

“……”

“Come here, Liv.”

He called my name softly, stretching his arms out as if offering a hug. In the back of my mind, alarms were blaring, warning me not to trust the words of this demon. But my feet, as if bewitched, hesitantly moved toward him.

As soon as I stood between Camian’s legs, where he was seated on the bed, he pulled me into his arms, gripping my waist like a predator seizing its prey. The moment I saw his handsome face smile, showing his teeth, it dawned on me—I’d walked right into his trap.

***

Really? He feels unfairly labeled a pervert?

Who else but a pervert makes someone sit on his thighs and watch while he pleasures himself? Oh, I get it. Of course, he’d feel wronged. He’s a sly, shameless pervert—so just calling him a pervert probably felt like a bit of an understatement.