Chapter 246 | Kissing Lyra

"Like I said, I’d really like to know how kissing feels," Lyra said, her finger still unconsciously stroking her lips.

Dexter looked at her. At the way her pale finger traced the soft curve of her mouth. At the innocent curiosity in her eyes. He shook his head to clear his mind of the thought.

"If you see someone you like," he said, "then you can try kissing them."

Lyra looked at him. She stayed silent for a while, but then her voice echoed in his mind.

"What if the person? What if I’m not sure if the person I like likes me back?"

Dexter was stunned. He gazed into Lyra’s eyes. She was looking directly at him. She was looking directly at him as she said this with all seriousness.

At first, he thought it was Arilex talking. He thought her second personality had surfaced. But he listened to her heartbeat—and he knew it was Lyra. From the heartbeat, it was Lyra who was speaking at this moment. It was truly Lyra.

He remained stunned for a while before he replied.

"Even if you are not sure the person might like you back, you still have to take the risk. You still have to take that risk. Because remaining silent won’t achieve much."

Lyra looked at Dexter for a while, then nodded her head. "You’re right. Remaining silent won’t achieve anything. Taking the risk would be much better."

She blinked her eyes and looked at him.

"But I haven’t kissed anyone before. If I kiss the person I like, but I don’t know how to kiss, and if I kiss the person I like and the person doesn’t like it—she doesn’t like the way I kiss—it might be bad."

Dexter blinked his eyes. He tilted his head and pondered.

"Not really. If the person truly likes you, regardless of whether you know how to kiss or not, they would like it as long as you kiss them."

Lyra blinked her eyes. "I’m not really sure about that."

Dexter didn’t say anything. He remained silent.

Then suddenly Lyra spoke.

"How about you teach me?"

Dexter’s hands, which were massaging Lyra’s body, froze. His mind went blank.

Teach her? What does she mean, teach her?

They were talking about kissing, and she was saying he should teach her how to kiss. Isn’t that basically both of them kissing?

He immediately focused. He used his enhanced hearing talent again and heard Lyra’s heartbeat. It was a bit faster this time. But it was still Lyra’s signature heartbeat—just slightly faster.

Dexter stared at Lyra for a while before he said, "How should I teach you how to kiss?"

Lyra smiled innocently. She looked at him innocently.

"Dummy. Of course you have to use your lips. I know you have a lot of experience in kissing. So of course you use your lips to teach me how to kiss."

Dexter was flabbergasted.

He had never expected such a situation to occur right at this exact moment. He didn’t know what to do. Of course he would like to kiss Lyra. But he didn’t want it to be like he was taking advantage of her.

So he asked, "Are you sure?"

Lyra nodded her head. "Yes, I’m sure. I want you to teach me how to kiss."

Dexter inhaled and told her, "All right. You have to relax your body first."

Lyra nodded her head. "I am quite relaxed."

She leaned on the bed as she relaxed quite a bit. She relaxed very well on the bed.

She relaxed as she raised her eyes toward him, waiting patiently. Dexter looked at Lyra as his heartbeat increased slightly. His heartbeat increased slightly as he looked at her.

Then slowly his face edged toward her. Slowly his face edged toward her. Just when his face was ten inches away from her face, he spoke to Lyra.

"Do you prefer—"

Just when he was ten inches away from her face, Lyra suddenly spoke. "Should I close my eyes, or should I open them?"

Dexter paused. Dexter paused as he spoke. Dexter paused, then later he spoke.

"It depends on what you are feeling during the kiss. Your eyes may remain open, and once you are kissing, your eyes may close naturally. I’m not really sure. It depends on you. I’m not really sure, but it depends on each person’s preference."

Lyra blinked her eyes as she nodded her head and said, "Okay. Okay, let’s continue."

She gave him a small smile.

Dexter blinked and then he inhaled deeply as he exhaled slowly. As he held his breath, he inhaled deeply and held his breath as his face inched closer toward her. He edged closer and closer toward her—five inches, four inches, three inches, two inches—and then their lips met.

Dexter felt his spine jolt slightly as his lips met hers. Lyra’s lips were incredibly soft. Really, really nice. Her lips were incredibly soft and really, really nice.

As their lips met, Dexter’s eyes were still open. Lyra’s eyes immediately closed as their lips met. Dexter checked to see if she wasn’t uncomfortable, saying that she wasn’t uncomfortable. He parted his lips and then took her lower lip into his lips, squeezing her lower lip with both of his lips as he slightly suckled on it. It was really, really soft.

By the time he caught himself, he had kissed Lyra’s lips for about a full minute. At that time, it was even Lyra’s moan. Lyra’s unconscious soft moan that jolted him up.

Dexter’s eyes widened. He didn’t even realize his eyes had been closed throughout. His eyes widened as he looked down at Lyra and immediately removed his lips as he pulled back, a bit embarrassed and he cleared his throat.

Lyra’s eyes fluttered open. Her face was flushed, her breathing slightly uneven as she unconsciously licked her lips as she looked at him with an expression he couldn’t quite read.

"That’s..." she started, then paused. Her voice echoed in his mind like the sound of a thousand siren. "That’s what kissing feels like?"

Dexter blinked his eyes and nodded. "That’s a simple kiss."

Lyra touched her lips again, the same unconscious gesture from before. "It felt... nice. Warm. I liked it."

Dexter smiled slightly. "Good."

Lyra looked at him, then spoke again. "Can we do it again? I want to practice more."

Dexter blinked. His heartbeat, which had been relatively steady, suddenly quickened.

"Lyra..."

She looked at him innocently. "What? You said you would teach me. I need more practice to learn properly."

Dexter stared at her for a long moment. Then he sighed. ’This girl is really naughty.’

A small smile tugged at his lips as he thought.

"All right. One more time."

Lyra smiled brightly. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, waiting.

Dexter looked at her. At her closed eyes. At her parted lips. At the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath the dark fabric of her bra.

He leaned in again.

This time, the kiss was different. Slower. More deliberate. He pressed his lips to hers and held them there, letting the warmth build between them. Lyra made a small sound—a soft, contented hum that vibrated against his mouth.

He moved his lips gently, guiding her, teaching her without words. She followed his lead, her lips soft and pliant beneath his. When he pulled back slightly, she leaned forward, chasing the contact, and he had to suppress a smile.

"Easy," he whispered.

She opened her eyes, looking up at him with that same innocent curiosity. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," he said. "You’re doing fine. Just... let it happen naturally."

She nodded and closed her eyes again.

He kissed her a third time. This time, he let his hand move to her cheek, cupping it gently. Her skin was warm beneath his palm. She leaned into his touch, a small sigh escaping her lips.

The kiss deepened. Not much—just enough to let her feel something more than simple pressure. He tilted his head slightly, changing the angle, and she followed, her lips parting just a fraction.

When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing a little harder.

Lyra’s eyes remained closed for a moment. Then they opened, and she looked at him with a soft, dazed expression.

"That was..." She paused, searching for words. "That was really nice."

Dexter nodded. "Good."

She touched her lips again. "I think I understand now. Why people like it so much."

Dexter smiled slightly. "I’m glad."

Lyra looked at him for a long moment. Then she spoke again, her voice quiet in his mind.

"Thank you, Dexter. For teaching me."

He nodded. "You’re welcome."

She settled back onto the bed, her body relaxing into the sheets. Her eyes were still on him, soft and warm.

"Can we do this again sometime?" she asked. "The massage, I mean. And... maybe the kissing too?"

Dexter blinked. His heartbeat, which had finally begun to settle, quickened again.

"We’ll see," he said.

Lyra smiled happily as she replied.

"Okay, i will hold you to that."

Dexter shook his head, a small chuckle escaping him. He continued the massage after that, working on her shoulders, her arms, her back. But the atmosphere in the room had shifted.