Chapter 67
She thrashed her legs wildly, trying to escape him, but she couldn’t break free from the hands holding her body firmly.
The ticklish, tingly, searing sensation grew too much, and she finally fainted right there.
“Hk, hk… huaaang.”
The moment she saw the liquid trickling under the table, Hermie covered her face with both hands.
Only then did Froy stop his hand movements and look down at Hermie, who was shy and ashamed, with a somewhat dangerous gaze. Seeing Hermie crying from embarrassment made his stomach tingle.
“Shh. Don’t cry. It’s alright.”
Froy kissed her forehead and comforted the weeping Hermie.
“It’s… it’s because of you!”
“I know.”
“I told you to stop…!”
“Yeah, sorry.”
As he soothed the angry Hermie, he wet her parched lips with saliva. Her mouth was completely dry.
He suppressed the rising urge, thinking she might really get angry if he went further. Honestly, he didn’t care if she cried or not—he just wanted to release his own desire.
He imagined chewing on her plump b******s until they turned red. He fantasized about thrusting into her until the hole stretched open by him couldn’t close back up.
He pictured greedily exploring the gaping hole, slick with her fluids and his c*m, after she fell asleep exhausted, as if passing out. No matter how she looked, filled with his traces, she would surely be lovely.
Every time he saw Hermie, she seemed so pretty and adorable that he wanted to treat her well… so why did such violent urges surge? It must be because Hermie was just too cute.
Hermie, having regained her senses, pushed Froy away as her trembling body rose.
“Huuu, bring a rag. We have to wipe this up quickly.”
Froy nodded, deliberately ignoring his painfully e***t c**k.
“Wait a little. I’ll bring it.”
In his imagination, he was more ferocious than a beast, but in action, he couldn’t be. That, too, was because Hermie was cute.
Froy left the room as if fleeing. He paused in front of the door and glanced down at his lower body.
“Haa.”
A sigh escaped. Except during his vigorous teenage years, he’d never been this out of control. Lewd thoughts hadn’t left his head all day.
It was because Hermie was beside him. If he wanted to stop his beastly thoughts and actions, he could just give Hermie clothes and stay apart for a while, but he didn’t want that either.
Froy pulled the bell rope hanging outside the door. Originally, it should have been inside the room, but he’d moved it outside when redecorating the bedroom.
The servant didn’t come immediately. That’s because he’d ordered the entire third floor, where his bedroom was, to be cleared.
Since he’d commanded no one to even come near, it took time for a servant from another floor to come up to the third.
“You called, Marquis?”
“Prepare a rag, please.”
“Yes.”
“And… a dress as well.”
He didn’t want to dress Hermie yet, since he hadn’t fully explored her body, but he painfully changed his mind, thinking he’d truly become worse than a beast otherwise.
Whether the dress would calm his curiosity and lust was uncertain, but it was better than nothing.
***
After Froy left, Hermie tore at her hair, overcome with unbearable shame.
‘Are you insane! You actually wet yourself?!’
She could make the excuse that he had pressured her, but that didn’t erase the shame completely, and it took time for her to manage the simmering, agitated emotions.
“I feel like I’ve truly become an animal…”
Though she had scolded Froy, calling him a pervert, she wasn’t much different herself. She had gotten wet every time he teased her.
Even as she pretended to refuse and pushed him away, she had ultimately given in. If she had shown she truly hated it, Froy wasn’t the type to force things to the end.
So, Hermie bore about 30% of the responsibility for him clinging to her like a beast all day, panting and breathless.
‘He’s handsome. He has a good body, he’s kind, he’s affectionate, and he’s rich.’
There were valid reasons her body opened itself to Froy.
‘Of course, he is a little crazy…’
But there were also reasons why she shouldn’t fall into step with his madness.
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