Even If It Means to Break - Chapter 3

Even if her own tongue were cut along with it. If only she could sever his.

A futile wish. She wouldn’t succeed; she’d end up gagged instead.

Even knowing that, she kept hoping anyway, because it’s hard to endure her overheated breath. Because she can’t stand how her own body responds even in this humiliating situation little by little.

When the dampness between her legs began to spread, he slowly pulled his lips away. Then he traced the tea that had spilled at her mouth with his index finger and sucked it clean.

Beneath half-lowered lids, his red eyes gleamed with a beast’s desire.

He didn’t hesitate. He lifted her clothes, didn’t even bother removing her underwear, and sucked at the wetness there. No matter how hard she strained my legs, trying not to react, it was useless. His tongue was always skilled, and she was swept up by desire like an animal.

“Please…”

Clutching his head, she begged. Tears welled again at eyes she thought had long since dried. The man who knew her body better than anyone showed no mercy and kept moving. When he sealed his lips over the most sensitive place and drew in a breath, Hill could no longer hold back and spilled over.

“Faster than usual.”

“A—ah…”

“I can go in now.”

He pulled the leg of her underwear aside, exposing her soaked s*x completely. After licking and swallowing every trace, he tugged his trousers down just enough, thrust in all at once, as if piercing straight through.

“Ugh!”

Hill cried out. He didn’t care. Gripping both her shoulders, he began to move his hips.

Each motion sent Hill’s body rocking, and his arousal swelled. She always drove him mad.

Their bodies met without pause. Deep, deeper. No matter how hard he thrust, the thirst wouldn’t be quenched. An emptiness that could never be filled, not even unto death.

He stopped for a moment, buried to the root. The way her inner walls twitched around him was unmistakable.

“…Wriggling so obscenely.”

He leaned down and whispered into her ear. Beside his expressionless face, she could sense his clenched teeth.

He liked her biting her lips in silent shame. He liked the foolishness of forcing herself not to moan. Her breath, heated and impossible to hide. Her face twisted by pleasure and self-loathing. Every part of it was wholly Hill.

“I like Hill’s c**t.”

He said it slowly as he began to move again.

“It really likes me. Especially when I pound it like this.”

“Hngh!”

He rolled his hips slowly, then suddenly drove in faster. A moan burst from Hill before she could stop it. Satisfied, he thrust a few more times and came without restraint.

Of course, it didn’t end there. His lower body remained rigid. Looking down at Hill as she gasped, he spoke.

“You didn’t think this would be the end, did you?”

“I—”

“Get on your stomach.”

The brief command carried an authority that brooked no refusal. Hill bit her lip and started to turn over, but he shook his head.

“Ah, before that.”

A large hand grabbed the front of her clothes.

In an instant, the fabric was disheveled and her chest exposed.

“When you rut like a dog, I like grabbing Hill’s bouncing tits.”

Pulling her clothes completely open, he lifted her and flipped her over. He drew her legs fully onto the bed, positioning her kneeling and bent forward. Tugging her thigh back, he spread her opening wide with thumb and forefinger, then licked her flushed flesh once.

“No matter how much I f**k you, more just keeps coming out.”

“……”

“My Hill really is obscene.”

His finger pressed lightly at the spread entrance, then slid back—past the split and down to the cleft of her a*s. It brushed her a**s, then withdrew completely. And then, the hard and hot object drove back into her.

“Hngh!”

“The slippery hole clamped down so nicely. Looks like that biting earlier wasn’t enough.”

Grabbing both her b*****s tight, he whispered against her neck.

“But that’s fine. I’ll keep f*****g you until you’re loose, Hill.”

He did exactly as he said.

“Haaah…”

Already her fourth climax. Hill gasped, unable to hold it back. He curved his fingers so his palm wouldn’t touch, squeezing only the front of her b*****s. Still bent over, she felt him pour his s***n into her again.

The sensation of her insides being soaked with another’s fluids always made her shudder. Perhaps because the seed that had filled her all this time belonged to someone she hated. With fingers parted, he kneaded her chest and buried his nose in her wet skin.

“Not yet.”

“……”

“Down there, you’re still sucking at my c**k, begging for more.”

Without pulling out, he slid a hand down. It traveled over her heaving belly to the matted curls slick with saliva. Pushing aside the wet hair, his finger pressed down on the swollen nub. Hill sucked in a sharp breath.

“Even after four rounds, Hill’s filthy hole still doesn’t know when to be satisfied.”

“……”

“At this rate…”

His voice dropped, as if sharing a secret. Pressing his chest to her back, he moved his thick finger.

It felt different from being taken from behind. When she flinched and squeezed her thighs together, he wrapped his arms around her lower abdomen and moved his hips as well.

“I can’t tell whether some other bastard’s c**k has been going in and out while I wasn’t here.”