Collector’s Cage - Chapter 60

Only by meticulously confirming everything Hermie was hiding would this thirst be quenched. He had to strip away every veil and torment her until she had no more secrets to hide, only then would this burning agony end.

“Hah…! Froy, wait.”

Froy grabbed Hermie’s thighs and spread them apart. The moist, shell-like flesh quivered. An opaque liquid trickled between the cleft of her b******s.

“You get wet so quickly.”

Hermie tended to be wet. That, too, felt endearing.

After staring for a while, he could see a small mole nestled within the parted folds of flesh. How could I have missed this? He clicked his tongue at his own negligence.

“Hermie. Tell me how it feels.”

Froy pushed his thick, long index finger into the hole. The damp, wet hole swallowed one finger without difficulty.

“Hah!”

At the unfamiliar sensation of being opened and entered from within, Hermie’s waist shuddered.

“Quickly.”

Froy urged impatiently. He was growing restless, wanting to monopolize even her sensations.

Hermie glared at him with a slightly resentful look. His calm, composed attitude, as if he intended to meticulously take her apart with relentless leisure, was infuriating.

He too was excited, the corners of his eyes flushed red. Bulging veins stood out on his forearms and neck, and he breathed roughly as if about to pounce any moment.

Yet, despite that, he held back till the end. As if pretending he wasn’t excited at all, he put on the act of a gentleman.

Perhaps he didn’t even realize he was excited. He wasn’t entirely in his right mind, after all.

“I, I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you know? Hmm? You don’t have to be shy, tell me.”

Froy persistently kissed the tip of Hermie’s chin as she shook her head, coaxing her.

“It, it feels uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable?”
“And a bit ticklish…”

At that, Froy began moving his finger up and down.

“Ah, ah!”
“How should I do it? Hermie, look up.”

He slightly curved his finger and swept along her inner wall. The vaginal wall made a slick, wet sound, readily swallowing his finger.

He inserted his index and middle fingers, then pushed in a third, his ring finger. The inner flesh was hot and slick.

The sensation of being spread wide made her breath hitch and her mouth fall open. Saliva dribbled from her slightly parted lips.

At her unkempt state, Froy let out a soft laugh.

“So cute.”

Even in her larger size, Hermie was adorably cute. When she was stiffly formal, it felt awkward and endearing, and her disheveled state was even more lovable.

He grabbed her slender calf and lifted it onto his shoulder. With that, Hermie’s hips rose upwards.

Looking down at Hermie, whose eyes were wide with surprise, Froy brushed back the bothersome strands of her hair. Then, as if to soothe the tense Hermie, he lifted her lips in a kiss.

“It’ll be fine.”

Hermie swallowed as she looked up at him. It was not fine at all. Froy seemed unaware of what he looked like.

His body, sculpted like a statue, looked merciless, and his face with its slight smirk radiated a fierce energy.

Yet, he was so breathtakingly handsome it was suffocating. Seeing the hipbone peeking from where his pants had slipped down made her face burn even hotter.

“Are you… going to put it in right away?”

She desperately hoped he would move slowly. Hermie had never been reduced to a complete mess before, but she had a strong intuition that if Froy took her apart, she would certainly end up sobbing uncontrollably.

“Slowly… please. Mmn?”
“Mm, slowly.”

He echoed her words, slowly shaking his head. Then, he pulled down the waistband of his pants the rest of the way and pressed his hips against hers.

The moment she saw his fully e***t, flushed member, Hermie was glad she had pleaded with him.

He’s so neat and handsome like a sculpture, so why does his c**k look like that? It’s astonishing.

On his otherwise smooth, perfect body, the veiny, engorged p***s felt incongruous. And it wasn’t just the shape. The size was monstrously intimidating.