Collector’s Cage - Chapter 61

Amidst this, a sudden curiosity struck Hermie. How many women has Froy made cry with that c**k? How does a man as neat and clean as him, who seems almost fastidious, wield something like that?

“Froy…”

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, a sharp, unpleasant sensation pricked her chest. Was this jealousy? Absurdly, presumptuously, she felt jealous of his past.

“Yes?”
“It tickles…”

Hermie wiggled her hips slightly as if urging him on. His glans rubbed against her, smearing the already wet folds. The composure on Froy’s face momentarily slipped.

Silly Hermie. Acting cute at a moment like this was a dangerous move.

“Hahk…!”

Hermie’s head snapped back. The member pushing relentlessly inside began to fill her completely.

“Shh. Hermie, relax.”

Feeling her tight squeeze, Froy furrowed his brow and patted her. Moving slowly but surely, Froy breached her depths and let out a low breath.

“Hermie, you’ve taken it all.”
“Hng.”
“It’s all in. Are you okay?”

He finally puts it all in and then acts tender. She knew he wouldn’t pull out even if she said no. That was the kind of man Froy was. Yet, she didn’t hate his duplicitous behavior.

“Mm, ngh.”

Froy began rocking his hips with a deep, deliberate motion.

Pinning her knees so she couldn’t move, he fixed his gaze intently on her face.

“Twitch for me.”
“Hah, hahh… Mmn…!”

When he pushed in, she swallowed him whole, her eyelashes fluttering. When he pulled out, she bit her lower lip.

Her reactions changed slightly depending on his pace. What would happen if we tried a different position? There was so much to learn; it was overwhelming.

But he decided not to be greedy today. Slowly discovering more would be its own pleasure.

Froy, observing Hermie’s flushed face with delight as he moved his hips, tilted his head as if dissatisfied, then spoke.

“I need… to buy some books.”
“Wh-what kind of books…?”
“S*x manuals.”
“Why… would you… ngh?”

Collectors, by nature, possess an inquisitive temperament.

Awakening to s*x in adolescence, he had relied on recollecting the gossip of academy friends for his relationships, but depending on memory alone was, after all, imperfect.

In his academy days, he was bound by school rules; upon becoming an adult, he was busy with rehabilitation; after getting back on his feet, he was preoccupied with taking over the family; and once he had everything… he simply disliked other people. The thought of forming intimate relationships with someone was distasteful and burdensome.

So he had never had a proper experience to this day, and now his own clumsiness irritated him immensely.

Surely, just putting it in and moving wasn’t everything. There must be ways to make Hermie enjoy it more and show new reactions. A sense of regret wouldn’t leave him.

“It’s better to try various things.”

It seemed Hermie’s stifled, suppressed breaths were also part of why he felt something was amiss and unsatisfactory.

“Per…versions…”

Hermie muttered with a weary face. Froy had one big misunderstanding. At that very moment, Hermie was preoccupied with swallowing her moans because Froy was persistently prodding a sensitive spot.

His hips moved in a deep, slow rhythm, but his c**k was so large that it filled her to the brim and even pressed against her bladder. Hermie was afraid she might lose control, so she couldn’t even relax her legs.

Every time a sharp, tingling sensation shot up to the small of her back, she bit her lip hard in surprise.

“Hnngh!”

The skin on her inner thighs quivered. Holding back was torture.

“What’s wrong?”
“N-no, nothing…”

When her inner walls convulsed, Froy asked as if puzzled. Ashamed of being the only one panting and nearing climax, Hermie shook her head.

“Haah.”

True to his persistent and patient nature, it took Froy a long time to reach his climax.

Hermie, who had to endure it, panted several more times afterward, tried to close her legs only to have them held open, and shed a few tears.

“I’m sorry, Hermie.”

Froy whispered, brushing back Hermie’s sweat-dampened hair. Hermie, struggling to breathe as gentle but relentless waves of pleasure washed over her, forced her eyes open with difficulty.