How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 163

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

S*x that continued not rough but gentle was, for Cynthia, an even greater stimulation. More. Just a little harder. Even when she whispered anxiously, unlike when he used his tentacles, only tender and leisurely thrusts of his hips continued.

Then, without warning, he drove into Cynthia at a rapid pace.

“Ah, aaah! Aaaaah!”

With strong force, he twisted his hips and thrust into Cynthia as if to squeeze her dry, pounding her insides. Segleninde looked at her with eyes as if he was about to lose his mind, holding her trembling small body tightly in his sturdy arms, pushing upward with his hips in a steady rhythm.

He’d felt sorry for being too rough with his tentacles, so he tried to be gentle, but he simply couldn’t hold back. Wasn’t Cynthia wanting this, too? If the woman he loved wanted it, of course he should grant it. The woman he loved, who said she wouldn’t forgive him but still came back to him—what couldn’t he do for her?

His beloved, so beloved Cynthia.

She was truly his salvation. She had cast him into hell, then lifted him to heaven. She wounded him and completed him. Because of her, he died. Because of her, he would live.

“Ahh, ngh! Ah, Sellie, Sellie…!”

As if to answer her desperate call, Segleninde lowered his head. His silvery hair, shining white, tangled lightly with her red hair that flowed like a crimson wave. He kissed the bridge of her nose and thrust his hips powerfully.

As Cynthia tightened around him and climaxed, Segleninde came inside her.

Two desperate, gasping breaths tangled and became one.

Segleninde overlapped his lips with Cynthia’s and gently rocked his hips back and forth. S***n, scraped out, spilled outside her entrance, and after rubbing her c******s a few more times with his thumb, he let go and, finally, sucked on each of her e***t n*****s, licking up the milk that flowed out.

As his member, which had been filling her s*x, was pulled out together with the remaining s***n pouring out, Cynthia trembled and relaxed her body. Segleninde pulled Cynthia into his embrace and buried his face in the nape of her neck.

“…I’m sorry.”

A thin sob spilled onto Cynthia’s flushed neck.

“I was wrong. I won’t even ask you to forgive me… Just don’t leave. Please don’t abandon me…”

“Are you really sorry to me?”

When Cynthia asked, clearing her throat, Segleninde raised his head. She ran her lips along the droplets clinging to his long, silvery lashes like dewdrops. Just like with his s***n, even his tears tasted sweet. Maybe it was because his true form was that of a plant.

He always said only she was sweet, but he was actually quite sweet himself. Cynthia smiled.

“If you’re sorry, do well from now on. I left everything behind to come here. If you let me die again, that’s really the end.”

Segleninde’s eyes grew moist. He smiled with a face full of relief and joy.

“I’ll never do that again, never… I love you.”

Before, he used to be almost embarrassingly unexpressive, but now he was so honest it was almost too much.

Cynthia answered back in a very small voice, “Me too,” and hugged him in return. As she patted his back, his arms wrapped around her even more tightly. He even brought up the tentacles rising from his back to embrace her with his whole body.

At that moment, the door to the Sky Garden burst open.

“Young Miss! Master!”

Now in the form of a perfectly healthy human and in tears, Melissa led all the creatures of the mansion. They were restored by the strength given through Segleninde and free of rot or decay, and now they came rushing in.

But Cynthia was completely naked and still had Segleninde’s seed running down between her legs. She hurried to cover herself, but the creatures didn’t care about such things. Melissa, Clara, the Ghost Rats, the Butcher Cook brothers, the personal flower maids—every creature came to welcome her, embracing her.

Segleninde’s other clones, whom he had absorbed to restore his strength, also appeared one after another, trying to hug her, causing a bit of chaos for a moment.

Amid it all, Segleninde, still crying, shouted at the creatures to back off so as not to frighten her.

Thanks to that, Cynthia burst out laughing.

At last, she truly felt she had returned to where she belonged.