Chapter 51
Cynthia managed to grab his muscular forearm, the fullness of his sleeve betraying the thick muscle beneath, as the d***o raked through her.
His gaze, too, began to heat up, not missing a single moment of her tearful face. As much as that, Segleninde’s grip around her waist only grew stronger. He repeatedly slammed her hips down onto the d***o, then lifted her lightly as if to bounce her back up, over and over at a rapid pace.
“Mm, ugh! Ah, ngh, I hate this, ahh!”
Cynthia let out her moans in broken fragments. Her pale gray eyes, wet with tears, looked like silver stars as she cried with a blushing face. Her long, wavy red hair flowed around her like a handful of mist in a dream. The small hands that had tried to push him away were now clutching his sleeve, relying on him instead.
Frightened by the forced surge of pleasure, she clung to him on impulse, wrapping her slender arms tightly around his neck. At the same time, she felt a surge of strength gather in her lower belly.
Her trembling thighs gave out, and a stream of liquid gushed out.
“Ha, ngh!”
As her fluids burst out, her tears burst forth as well. The quest window that had been flickering in front of her eyes changed.
Rewards will be granted!
The arms wrapped around Segleninde slowly released.
He found himself smiling unconsciously as he lowered his body. As the stream poured from Cynthia’s lower body and dripped down onto the seat, he, as if it were a shame to waste it, scooped some up with his fingers and brought it to his lips.
Even though it was his second time tasting it, it still tasted like sweet honey. He wanted to drink more.
Segleninde parted Cynthia’s trembling thighs and lowered his face between them.
She could barely mutter a weak plea for him to stop, but he ignored her. He licked the fluid off her inner thighs and entrance with his tongue, then pushed in to suck up every last drop of her nectar from the flushed c******s and reddened opening.
“Hnngh, nngh. Stop…”
“Ah, it really is sweet…”
As if that wasn’t enough, he lowered his head all the way to the bottom of the chair and licked up even the droplets that had splashed there, leaving nothing behind.
With his beautiful face, he acted like a starving animal, hungrily sucking and busily licking at the chair smeared with her fluids. Cynthia, as if spellbound, could only watch him while panting for breath.
After that, she only managed to be freed after he sucked on her s*x once more and made her squirt again.
“Are you satisfied now?”
He finally raised his head and asked, but then froze as he met Cynthia’s tear-filled face.
Tears rolled down Cynthia’s cheeks, even more than the night before. This time, unlike before, she had shown him an utterly humiliating spectacle while fully conscious, with all her shame and embarrassment intact. Only then did she realize what she had done.
Flustered, Segleninde asked,
“W-Why are you crying? Are you crying because it felt good?”
“Sh… shut up. I told you, I told you to stop!”
“What, what the hell. Are you crying because of me now?”
Flustered, Segleninde knitted his brows. Crying, Cynthia only balled her fists and hit him.
Of course, it didn’t hurt him at all. If she’d hit him with one of the bread rolls she’d eaten yesterday, that would have hurt more than these weak punches. He even thought that if she hit him too hard, she might burst apart, so he gently caught her wrists, at which she sobbed even harder.
“Stop crying. Damn it, won’t you stop? If you don’t stop, I’ll kill you.”
Even his menacing threat was useless. Cynthia only cried harder and louder.
Though Segleninde looked annoyed and irritated on the surface, inside he was clearly anxious and restless, not knowing what to do with her. Then, remembering how she’d clung to him, he awkwardly stretched out his arms and pulled her slender body into an embrace.
Her pitiful, bread-roll-soft punches stopped. Soon, her thin arms wrapped around him in return. Finally understanding what he needed to do, Segleninde simply held her for a long while.
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