How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 96

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and immorality. Reader discretion is advised.

Every time that blunt piece of flesh touched that spot, it felt like she might lose control of her bladder, and a tingling sensation ran through her lower abdomen. Right now, her whole body felt like one big erogenous zone—no matter where he touched, it felt strange.

“V-Vallon! Please, stop! I’m begging you…! It feels weird when you hit it there!”

But Vallon showed no signs of stopping. In fact, his movements only grew faster.

“Ahh! Stop, please!”

I can’t hold on anymore…!

With a wet smack, Vallon struck that spot again, causing Leticia’s head to fall back as a different, clear liquid began to run down her legs, soaking into the carpet below.

She no longer had the strength to stand on her own. Her legs had long since given out, and her body wobbled, barely held up by Vallon’s grip.

“Did you just…?”

With every thrust, it seemed like more fluid spilled out, as if a faucet had been left on. Vallon’s shaft was drenched every time he pulled out.

The humiliation made her want to bite her tongue and die, but it wasn’t something she could control.

“You kept stimulating me… so much…!”

“Well, I guess that means I can finish now, too?”

It seemed like Vallon was finally nearing the end, his breathing ragged as he pounded into her slick walls.

“Ugh…!”

As he reached his climax, Vallon pulled out, releasing his seed onto Leticia’s back. The thick white fluid splattered onto the blankets, her hair, and all around the bed, flowing endlessly.

“Mm!”

He used the last of it to rub it across Leticia’s bxttxcks, watching with satisfaction as the fluid trickled down the groove of her spine.

“Hah, hah…”

Leticia collapsed onto the bed. Sweat made her hair and the sheets stick to her body, but she had no energy left to care about such things.

“Leticia, you didn’t think we’d stop after just one round, did you?”

“What?”

Leticia was already completely drained.

“I told you, if you dropped the skirt, I’d do whatever I wanted. I’m still not satisfied.”

With that, Vallon tightened his grip on her, restraining her body once again.

And so, it began again.

After the second round, Vallon gently wiped Leticia’s exhausted body. It annoyed her how kind he was being for a madman like him.

She wished he would just stay the insane person he always was, but with no strength left to resist, she had no choice but to let him tend to her.

‘Now that I think about it, you made this mess, so it’s only right that you clean it up.’

Outside the window, the sun had already begun to set. Lying face down on the bed, Leticia blinked as she watched the sun disappear.

She hadn’t realized how much time had passed while Vallon tormented her. Quite a while had gone by, yet no one had come looking for them.

It seemed like it was already past dinner time, so why hadn’t anyone come upstairs? Just as that thought crossed her mind, Vallon spoke, as if reading her thoughts.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Ah… I am, but…”

“Then let’s go eat. There are some people I’d like to introduce you to.”

It was a welcome suggestion. The only people he could possibly want to introduce her to in this castle were the Duke and Duchess.

But hadn’t her clothes gotten completely soaked earlier? She suddenly remembered the skirt she’d had in her mouth, now damp with her saliva. Not to mention, her underwear was so wet she couldn’t wear it again.

‘How wet is my skirt?’

While Leticia was thinking, Vallon picked up the skirt that had fallen on the floor.

“Looks like we’re in luck. The front is only a little wet, so you can still wear it.”

She had forgotten how much time had passed since the spot where she’d held it in her mouth had become soaked. There was a faint stain on the front, but it wasn’t unwearable.

“Leticia, I don’t think you’ll be able to put these back on, though.”

Vallon held up her drenched underwear with one hand. Remembering how she’d been so aroused just moments ago, Leticia suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment.

Her face flushed red, and Vallon smirked, holding the underwear in front of her face and twirling it playfully.

“Vallon! Stop waving that around!”

“Luckily, your skirt is long enough. No one will know you’re not wearing underwear.”

No one will know? I know, and so do you.

Was he seriously suggesting they go like this? The space between her legs felt oddly exposed without her underwear.

“It’s not like it’s the first time, right?”

Vallon’s lips curved upward.

“What?”

“Back then, I almost died from how erxtic your scent was. I nearly buried my face between your legs right there.”

It reminded her of that time when, after having a nightmare, she had run outside without her underwear and encountered Vallon. That was also the day he had revealed his true nature to her.

“It wasn’t on purpose…!”