Even If It Means to Break - Chapter 17

– If you make the child comfortable, the old lady will die.

A fragment of the thought she had earlier streaked through her mind like a meteor. She hurriedly grabbed hold of the end of it.

What was she supposed to do?

No matter how deeply she agonized over it, the unanswered question echoed hollowly. Her chest felt tight.

The lavishly decorated room suddenly felt exhausting. Hill collapsed forward onto the bed as if she’d fallen, closed her eyes, and stayed there.

* * *

Another day passed, and the man returned.

He burst in without even brushing the sand from himself and went straight for her lips.

“What— mmph!”

Grabbing her chin roughly, he crashed his mouth into hers with desperate hunger. Pinned against the wall, Hill had no choice but to part her lips.

His dry mouth scraped harshly over her skin. When his lips pressed against the inside of hers, she tasted grit. It was sand still clinging to him. One hand pinned her shoulder, the other seized her b****t, and his tongue ravaged her mouth greedily. Hill couldn’t resist at all.

That impatient tongue swept every corner of her mouth, merciless, as though it meant to leave behind not a single drop of saliva, not a trace of breath. It was a kiss as obsessive as a drowning man clawing for air. It was a mad act of plunder that seemed to say, I’ll steal your breath so I can live.

He wrapped his tongue around hers and sucked hard. Her tongue root ached as saliva flooded her mouth, only to be completely drawn into his. Her head spun. Even so, his iron grip never loosened.

Her legs kept giving out. She was already slumped on the bed, yet still they trembled. A large hand kneaded her cloth-covered b****t over and over. The touch was rough enough to hurt, yet her n*****s stiffened in spite of it.

He pulled her closer. One thigh climbed onto the bed and locked against her slender legs. Even through thick fabric, the blunt pressure of his fully aroused shaft pressed against her. She didn’t need to see it to know how hard he was.

Where had he gone, starving himself like this?

Her mind, muddled with heat and confusion, barely managed the thought before he broke the kiss. It was a reluctant withdrawal, heavy with restraint. He looked down at Hill, still panting, her clothes in disarray, and spoke through his breath.

“First, I’ll deal with the insect.”

Before she could understand what he meant, he moved. Slashing away the curtain near the door, he didn’t even take a step. He simply gouged out the boy’s remaining eye.

It happened in an instant. Sitting right in front of them, Hill was forced to witness it clearly.

Weak moans dripped away like blood. The man turned indifferently from the boy now left with two empty sockets, then lifted the cloth covering Hill’s lower body.

“No matter how much of a bug he is, letting a male see Hill’s bare flesh is deeply unpleasant.”

He yanked her legs toward him and forced them apart. With her neck half-cranked up, he met her eyes and licked his dry lips.

“I suppose I should check just how much Hill’s lewd c**t has been waiting for a c**k while I was gone.”

He bent her knee and thrust inside her in one stroke. The brutally hardened length drove in roughly, knocking the breath from her lungs.

Holding her knee, he kept moving his hips. Despite the force of his thrusts, his expression was calm, almost indulgent, as if savoring a delicacy. He slammed all the way in again and again, then climaxed before Hill could even adjust.

After that, he straightened her legs, hoisted them onto his shoulders, and began moving once more.

“Ah— ngh, ah!”

Short, broken moans slipped out before she could stop them. With one hand gripping her ankle, he tore open the front of her thin garment. Each time he thrust, her large b*****s bounced obscenely. He pinched the dull pink tips between his fingers and pressed down, making her swollen n*****s twitch lewdly.

“If milk were to come out here, that would be quite a sight.”

“Ngh— mmph!”

“As you know, Hill, my mother bore the king’s child and went back to work the very next day. I grew up never tasting milk. Perhaps that’s why I sometimes find myself curious what it might be like.”

Smacking his lips wetly, he bent down. His lips, now slightly damp, latched onto her n****e and chewed at it. After sucking at her chest, he licked down to her trembling stomach, then twisted his hips. When he pressed firmly into a spot she was sensitive to, Hill arched back, letting out a sobbing moan.

“Even as you’re violated by a man you hate, your body is terribly obscene.”

He relentlessly drove into her most sensitive places. Unable to endure it, Hill squeezed her thighs together and writhed. Even with her throat pinned in a choking position, he didn’t so much as frown, he only pulled her legs wider.

Their bodies fit together without a gap, and Hill’s mouth fell open as if she might scream.

“Cry more obscenely, Hill.”

Straightening his back, he snapped his hips. She clenched her lips at first, trying to endure it, but in the end she screamed just as he wanted.

Like rewarding a well-trained beast, he thrust even harder. White light flashed before her eyes, and Hill finally surrendered to the flood of her climax.

Only after confirming she had completely collapsed did he finish as well. He kissed the sweat-damp corner of her eye and whispered.

“How does it feel, Hill, to writhe like an animal in front of the man who tried to kill you?”