Collector’s Cage - Epilogue 2

“I wonder why he said that. You didn’t deliberately say something to provoke him, did you?”
“He just told me to leave quickly because I smelled like a beast.”
“Well, then, I guess he might have had a point.”
“Are you taking Jobern’s side right now?”

Froy’s brow furrowed. If she didn’t quickly appease him at times like this, his sulking would last a long time. When he sulked, it became quite exhausting.

Last time, just because she exchanged a few words with a male servant, he got sulky and was being bothersome. When she left him alone, he held onto her all night as if taking revenge.

He kneaded and licked every part of her body until she felt her skin had thinned. And then he had the nerve to say it was because his stepmother had raised him so strictly that he couldn’t eat many sweets as a child. There was truly no one else as crazy as him.

“How could I? Since you are a madman, don’t take it to heart.”
“You’re even worse.”

Froy skillfully untied and loosened the string at the waist of Hermie’s dress. He slid off the loosened dress and stripped her naked. He was only satisfied when she was naked like this. Even though he hardly ever took his own clothes off.

“You’re always the one stripping me.”

Froy swallowed Hermie’s grumbling lips and licked down her nape. Moving down the valley between her b*****s, he bit her pert, risen n****e. He suckled at the n****e like a child, then looked up to check her expression.

“What?”

Hermie looked down at him with flushed cheeks, tilting her head. Even in the midst of lewd excitement, affection and warmth overflowed. The hand stroking the back of his head was as light as cotton and as warm as sunlight.

Rubbing his face against her ample b*****s, he suddenly let out a deep breath at the hot emotion surging within him. This feeling, which washed over him like a wave at unpredictable moments, made him feel alive.

“I like you too much.”
“Me too, I like you too. I love you, Froy.”

Hermie whispered her love every day, never seeming to tire of it. Froy still hadn’t brought himself to utter the word ‘love.’

While floundering, unable to regain his senses in an emotion greater than that, he couldn’t bring himself to speak of love easily.

This was definitely love. No, it was an emotion greater than love. It was an emotion as vital as his life and breath. He was breathing hotly and fiercely within Hermie’s embrace.

Froy met Hermie’s eyes with a finely trembling gaze. He needed to say something affectionate and touching for her, but as if something were caught in the back of his throat, no words came out.

Impatiently, he undid his trousers. His e***t member sprang out, reaching up to Hermie’s navel. Hermie took him in her hand and aligned him with the space between her thighs.

“Can I put it in right away?”

“What’s the matter?” Froy asked with concern. While looking at his face and kissing him, she had become plenty wet.

And his foreplay was obsessive, sticky, and tenacious—qualities that could spark irritation when one was impatient. In moments like these, she wanted to skip the foreplay and just drive him in.

“Stay still.”

Hermie put on a stern face and held up an index finger. Froy obediently blinked.

She took a deep breath and took him into her mouth. Spreading herself open tightly, she lightly caught the tip of his member as it entered, paused, then let out a sharp exhale. Holding her breath again, she slowly lowered her hips. Repeating the cycle of sharp exhales and held breath, she swallowed his length completely.

Finally seated to the hilt, Hermie gripped his shoulders hard enough to leave nail marks and trembled finely.

“Hhhuuuhhh.”

As if m**********g with him just sitting there, she quivered on her own, feeling a lewd sensation. To feel this much just from having him fully inside… Was some strange substance coming from Froy’s member? Having absurd thoughts, she barely managed to open her eyes.

Froy was staring at her with a glazed look. He often made that face when he was overly excited. At first, she’d flinched, thinking he was angry, but once she realized it was him holding back surging lust, it wasn’t scary anymore.

“It’s all in….”

Hermie gave a shy smile and shrugged her shoulders once. At the sight, Froy let out a deep sigh, “Haa…” He clenched his eyes shut, then opened them, gritting his teeth.

He’s definitely having dangerous, strange thoughts again. Hermie quickly grabbed his cheeks, pulled his chin down, glared at him, and put on a fearsome expression.

“Don’t move. Or you’ll get punished.”