The atmosphere between the two finally began to turn ambiguous.
After a moment of adjusting, Eliza finally composed herself a bit, lifting her head and struggling to get out of Herbert's embrace.
"Let, let me down..."
Herbert didn't stop her, only looked down and continued to whisper gently.
"Be good."
Those words, lacking any intimidation, made Eliza's heart skip a beat, her whole body tingling as if an electric current passed through, making her instinctively comply.
"Oh..."
She lowered her head again, hiding her expression with her hair, gently inhaling the scent from Herbert.
Smelling the intoxicating fragrance, Eliza's pupils gradually changed, showing a greedy desire, her heart quietly thumping.
Thump.
The suppressed hunger gradually took over her consciousness.
Swish...
Eliza's fragile body in Herbert's arms started to unfold like a slowly blooming flower.
Her movements were gentle and slow, as if guided by some invisible force.
