Chapter 38
‘This is insane…!’
In the midst of this bizarre scene, Cynthia finally made her way to the center of the hall, arriving before the great grandfather clock. At any rate, she just needed to open this damned thing, get the key, and get out of here.
But no matter what she did, the grandfather clock wouldn’t open. Of course it wouldn’t. Originally, you had to step on all the tiles in the correct order, and she’d gotten it wrong.
“What am I supposed to do…”
Her mind grew increasingly foggy and dizzy, and the area between her thighs was drenched. Liquid was running down her calves, leaving sticky droplets wherever she walked. She couldn’t tell if this body was unusually sensitive in that way, or if it was the effect of the aphrodisiac smoke.
At that moment, a new message appeared.
“What…?”
Reward: Key to the ‘Spring Garden’
She was stunned by the content. Climax? She’d never experienced anything like that. Her body hardly had any libido, so she’d never even tried things like self-pleasure that others did so routinely.
‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’
Regardless of Cynthia’s will, her body was reaching its limit.
“Nnh…!”
Unable to endure it, she collapsed to the ground, feeling a throbbing heat between her legs. Her mind was going blank. Was it because she’d inhaled too much of the floral-smelling smoke?
Just then, Segleninde, who had been searching for Cynthia in the thick smoke, broke through and appeared before her.
He saw Cynthia, now naked with not a scrap of clothing, and his face registered shock. He scowled, muttering something that barely reached Cynthia’s ears.
“Damn it, why is it suddenly like this again…?”
“…Se, Sellie.”
Even forcing herself, it was all she could do to get the words out. She grabbed onto his coat with trembling hands.
Her head could no longer form coherent thoughts. All she wanted was relief. Her lower body burned and ached so badly she was frantic, almost as if she were in heat.
“Help me, please. Please…”
“….”
“It’s tingly down here. Hurry, make it stop…”
Cynthia even spread her lower lips for him. The fluid leaking from her tightly closed entrance was slick, wetting her inner thighs and dripping to the floor. Segleninde inhaled sharply and fixed his gaze there.
Just his eyes on her made her so desperate she could hardly stand it, and Cynthia couldn’t help but start to touch herself. Having never done it before, her movements were clumsy. She rubbed the entrance slick with fluid, or touched her prominent c******s.
Even that made it a little easier to breathe, but it wasn’t nearly enough. The more she touched herself, the more heat built up, so she pulled her hand away, which only made it feel more tingly and even more hot, almost to the point of tears.
“…Do you really want me to help you?”
Segleninde asked in a somewhat exasperated voice, but his hand stroked Cynthia’s nape with a gentle touch. An emotion—thirst, or perhaps desire—flickered in his wine-red eyes.
Given his personality, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d scolded her or lashed out at her harshly. Yet, at this moment, he looked more tender and reliable than anyone else. Perhaps the invisible affection stat had really gone up after all?
But none of it mattered. Cynthia clung to him with desperate hands.
“Please, please help me. Please…! I’m going crazy!”
“…You’re sure you’re asking for this.”
He lowered himself and pulled her close by the shoulders. Just the touch of his hand made her skin break out in chills and her inner thighs clench. It felt as if the pulsing in her abdomen had shifted down to her s*x.
“Just like what I did just now, you just have to do the same, okay? If you’re my fiancé, you should’ve already done at least this much…”
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