Chapter 95
Siren’s scream escaped her throat.
She couldn’t even count how many times she had wailed like this. Besides, it was still a long way from over, so counting was meaningless.
Humping her b******s high while lying face down felt like bestial copulation.
Her limp, languid body fully absorbed his massive phallus, enveloping it with her mucous membranes and chewing on it tightly. With each thrust, she gasped for breath, but he showed no mercy. Her breathing faltered. Her body trembled, and her v****a contracted.
“Breathe.”
Yasamin, who was checking Siren’s condition, grabbed her hair and lifted her head. He slapped her b******s with his bare hand to snap her out of it, then pulled his c**k out and thrust it back in.
“Heeung, aaaang!”
Her delicate body collapsed, barely receiving his member. The place stretched to its limit was red. It was as beautiful as a flower blooming in a snowfield, so he gazed at it for a long time and rubbed it, then he rubbed her perineum with his e*******e-stained hand.
“N-nooo. There, there, heeik!”
“You don’t like a**l? Why?”
“It’s dirtyyy….”
Her whimpering was also cute. But they were all the same hole anyway.
He didn’t particularly think of the back hole as dirty. It was part of her body; how could it be unclean?
“Mouth or a**l.”
“It’s, it’s different. It’s different… aaeuung!”
“Yes, yes. I know.”
As he thrust while gripping her wrist tightly, a weak cry flowed from Siren’s throat. He liked the sound mixed with moans, so he thrust up several times, then he felt the sensation of e*********n and pulled his p***s out.
With short, dull breaths, he sprayed his s***n on her dry back, then he swept back his hair and admired the magnificent view.
His relationship with Siren was always satisfying.
His mind was so hot it felt like melting, and to relieve the boiling heat inside his stomach, he was driven to push her to the limit.
“You even use informal speech now when we do it.”
“Uut…!”
“Just use informal speech. It sounds better.”
As he rubbed her earlobe, he created water in the air and washed Siren’s body.
It would have suited his taste more to roll around together while dirty, but Siren didn’t seem to like that very much.
“Really use informal speech?”
“Do you think I’ll eat you if you do?”
“Then… I will.”
Siren said so with a sense of resignation.
If she was going to be treated like this every time, she might as well use informal speech. No, she had to.
‘My whole body aches. Seriously… I feel like I’m going to die. I can’t feel my legs.’
He was not only strong but also skilled. She didn’t know how he did it, but he accurately pinpointed the spots she felt, targeting only those places.
When she felt an itch inside, he would scratch it by thrusting deeply, and each time, her fluids would splatter, dirtying everything.
If she tried to escape, she would be caught, and if she just relaxed and surrendered her body, she would be devoured even more severely.
Either way, she was dead.
It felt like stars were bursting in front of her eyes, and before she knew it, her legs had given out entirely. She would collapse and cling to him, crying until her throat was hoarse.
With tears and snot, her face must have been a mess, but strangely, Yasamin liked her in that state.
“…Your taste is weird.”
“My s****l taste? I know. You try living this long too. Is being normal fun?”
“If you say that… I have nothing to say.”
Barely managing to move, she curled into a ball, and Yasamin stroked her hair. His still-e***t p***s entered her vision.
How could it be, he must have e********d at least five times by now, but his member wouldn’t die.
“Are all men like you… originally?”
“Do you think so?”
“I don’t know….”
“Don’t even think about knowing.”
Yasamin raised one corner of his mouth and smiled. As if to say he would kill her if she thought about leaving.
She was puzzled by that.
He didn’t love her, yet he took care of her, looked after her, and was possessive. How was that possible?
Having s*x was good for both of them, so it didn’t matter if there was no feeling. The relationship was done with the body, not the heart.
But after that, he would stroke her hair as if she were cute, wash her body, listen to her stories, check on her condition, and massage her.
Why did he do all these things?
‘It makes me confused.’
She knew very well that Yasamin was not fundamentally a kind person.
Living here, she had only seen people who feared Yasamin.
Everyone except Bispar was helpless before Yasamin’s words.
He was selfish, arrogant, and autocratic, hating anyone who talked back, so why was he gentle with her?
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