How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 160

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

“…Do you want me to be here?”

[I want you by my side. I’m too lonely without you.]

“You’re not just wanting me because you’re lonely and don’t want to be alone, right?”

[Anyone but you is meaningless. If you’re not here, that’s when I’m truly alone. No matter who else is here, it’s the same. If you’re not here, I’m alone…]

If Sia wasn’t there, he felt as if he wasn’t even alive. If she didn’t smile, he couldn’t smile either. Even after realizing that, he couldn’t be forgiven, and couldn’t be together with her.

That, more than anything, was a living hell he faced every time he opened his eyes.

Even when he closed his eyes, he endlessly died in the consciousness world, so he was always in hell.

“Save your sleep-talking for later, Sellie.”

And Sia had no intention of allowing him his own hell.

“It’s time to wake up now.”

She was about to be fired from her part-time job anyway. She wouldn’t go back. She’d even turned down CEO Kang’s offer. As for how she’d refused, she’d make Segleninde guess that later.

Forgiveness was easier than expected. Once she grew attached, her heart melted quickly even at the smallest kindness. No matter how grave the wrongdoing, it soon felt like nothing. That’s why forgiveness shouldn’t be given too easily.

“I’ll decide whether to forgive you or not only after I keep you alive, so don’t ever enter the subconscious world again until you do something worthy of forgiveness. If you do, I really won’t forgive you. Meet me in reality and apologize face-to-face. That’s when I’ll show you what real hell is.”

She first reached out with both hands, straining to pick up the limp tentacle among Segleninde’s many, the one still holding the most plentiful mucus. Its end was flat and soft, looking quite like a tongue.

She took that tendril to her mouth.

“Mm, nngh.”

Holding the tentacle in her mouth, she rolled her tongue over it and sucked as if kissing. Sweet mucus poured into her mouth, heating up her whole body. Even though in the real world, no matter how much she touched herself, her lower lips would never even glisten, now she was already growing wet.

Maybe it was because ‘Cynthia Obel’s’ body was unusually sensitive, or maybe it was because the mucus from Segleninde’s tentacles had some special property. In her experience, it was probably both.

She tried her best to give as much of her own fluids to him as possible, pulling over another weakly writhing tentacle that had come closer.

The slightly cold tentacle was soft and, with its flattened end, looked just right to wrap around something. She pulled down the top of her dress and placed it over her fully exposed b****t.

“Hnn, hnnng. Mmhh.”

The tentacle, exerting just a bit of force, repeated a squeezing motion, kneading her full b****t.

The tongue-like tentacle in her mouth started moving freely, as if twining around her tongue, running over the inside of her mouth. As sweet mucus secreted, it also sucked at her saliva, carefully licking even the roof of her mouth.

At that moment, the tentacle kneading her b****t used the narrow groove in its flattened tip to grip her n****e. It sucked as if drawing it in, and at the unexpected stimulation, she trembled and shuddered with a light climax.

“Hnn, ah…!”

Panting, she spotted another tentacle crawling toward her feet.

It was thick, covered in bumpy nodules. She let the other two tentacles roam freely in her mouth and on her b*****s, while she grabbed the bumpy tentacle with both hands and pressed it closely to her already wet lower lips.

Moving her hips back and forth, she rubbed her v***a against the tentacle, and a suitable pleasure spread through her body. Her parted entrance, already dripping with arousal, and her prominent c******s were rubbed and stroked by the bumpy texture.