Chapter 58
He pressed in with enough force to fold her body in half, burying his lips into her and moving his throat as he drank in her sweetness to the fullest. An unnamed sense of satisfaction filled him, greater than even the feeling of being full.
Maybe it was because Cynthia, instead of pushing his head away, was only crying out in pleasure more and more. Her stiff, round, seed-like pink c******s looked so cute that he licked it with his tongue and then sucked it strongly several times with his lips, drawing out moans from her as if she were about to lose her breath.
Cynthia’s toes, which had been curled tight, stretched out completely. In that moment, just as Segleninde was thrusting deeply into her opening, a clear stream spurted out.
“Hngh—! Haaa…!”
The water shot out like a squirt gun, and Segleninde swallowed every drop as it gushed into his mouth. He stroked her trembling lower abdomen with his palm, tilted his jaw at an angle, and moved his tongue again. He wanted to taste this sweetness again.
“Hnnngh, you bastard! Enough, aaah!”
Segleninde pretended not to hear Cynthia’s cries, devouring her to his heart’s content.
He didn’t stop at just once or twice. Over and over, he meticulously licked her, probed the flesh inside with his tongue, sucked her c******s, and occasionally patted her belly as if to comfort her when she cried. He didn’t forget to thoroughly please her so much that she couldn’t even manage to ask him to stop.
Only after a full hour did Segleninde finally finish his meal.
Thanks to that, Cynthia lay twitching from time to time while utterly exhausted, unable to move even a finger. At last, the sated Segleninde wiped his mouth and straightened up, then bent over the barely-breathing Cynthia and licked away the tears clinging to her lashes.
Then, with the corners of his eyes crinkling in a smile, he whispered,
“You’re sweet here too.”
“……”
Even for a being that wasn’t human, how could someone who had lived in human society and acted as a grand noble be this lacking in common sense?
She thought at least a little common sense would remain, even if he’d lost his memory, but it turned out to be nothing of the sort. Not only a punk, not only a brute, but just a complete delinquent. The noble lady’s spirit in Cynthia was screaming that she couldn’t let this slide.
At this rate, he’d probably end up spending hours again at her s*x under the excuse of ‘having a meal’, so Cynthia immediately sat Segleninde down and began lecturing him on ‘Why you must never suddenly eat out your fiancée’.
She scolded him for his own good, using the excuse that he’d lost his memory.
First of all, you can’t do that without permission. That earlier wasn’t permission. Even if you say I looked like I was enjoying it, even if you point to the fact that I seemed to be crying in pleasure, it’s still not okay. And in the first place, don’t make me cry. You must always treat women gently. That way…
‘…That way, maybe you won’t make your real fiancée suffer when you finally do get one.’
Who knew if he would ever have something like a real fiancée, but it could happen. If he needed to keep his dignity in human society and ended up keeping a real fiancée or wife, he’d need to know. By then, Cynthia would have returned to reality and it wouldn’t matter to her.
Thinking that made Cynthia feel oddly terrible, but she forced herself to continue.
“Anyway, so if you ever do that again—”
“…If I do?”
“I’ll make it so you can’t come within five meters of me.”
Maybe she’d scolded him too harshly, because Segleninde’s expression seemed genuinely dark. But after hearing that, he looked truly shocked. She hadn’t even said she’d keep him away altogether, just ‘I’ll make you stay away’, but even that seemed to hit hard after the promise they’d made yesterday.
“A-Anyway, I mean don’t just do whatever you want. Got it?”
Segleninde just nodded without a word. Only then did Cynthia finally feel at ease.
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