How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 70

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

Blood splattered, and the man, startled, spun around and then, apparently seeing something, screamed and fled the scene. Even with his legs awkwardly splayed from the blow, he managed to disappear quickly into the mist beyond.

Cynthia steadied her pounding heart and looked at the object that had flown from afar. She thought it was an arrow, but it was actually a heavy longsword, so large she wondered if it could really be thrown by hand.

She recognized it immediately. After all, she’d seen it many times before.

“This… This is Sellie’s, isn’t it?”

Beyond the mist, it seemed the garden’s creatures had picked up the scent of the man’s blood and were converging on him. The man’s shrill screams soon faded into the distance.

Then Cynthia saw a tall figure walking slowly toward her from the opposite side.

Even through the hazy white mist, the strikingly radiant silver hair was easy to spot. Eyes glowing crimson as if illuminated by a lamp, Segleninde’s gaze was fixed intensely on Cynthia.

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“Sellie, where have you been all this—”

Thud.

Without even giving her a chance to ask, Segleninde collapsed to the ground just as he reached her.

She rushed over to him, and though he feebly waved her off, as soon as her hand touched him, he flinched and looked up. Cynthia met his eyes.

Perhaps it was the lingering effect of the sweet, moonlit mist from the full moon flower, but even Segleninde had an unfocused, half-dazed look, just like the man before. Still, once he quickly confirmed she was uninjured, the sharpness in his expression melted away.

Unlike the other man, his eyes weren’t clouded over with nothing but lust. He was desperately clinging to his rationality, barely holding on, trying to swallow his desire so it wouldn’t touch her, even as his throat worked and he gazed at her with a kind of dazed longing.

Cynthia bit her lip. In the end, his helplessly overflowing desire had reached her, too. Once he realized that, Segleninde could no longer simply endure.

Segleninde took Cynthia’s fingertips in his own with a weak grip.

“…That promise, to help me before. Is it still good?”

“What do you need me to do?”

“I won’t bother you. Just stay by my side. Don’t go anywhere. I really won’t do anything. I’ll take care of it myself…”

Breathing heavily, he reached into his pants and pulled out his now fully swollen e******n.

Cynthia drew a sharp breath. Segleninde was holding his massive member in his hand.

In the faint light, it looked even more rough and pronounced. For a moment, it seemed impossible that something so large and intimidating could belong to someone with such a beautiful face. It was vicious-looking, frighteningly huge.

Every time Segleninde stroked his c**k up and down, the thick, brutal length shuddered in his grip.

From the blunt, dark red head to the thick, veiny shaft, knotted like a vine winding around a tree, Cynthia found herself staring, almost hypnotized, at a c**k like nothing she’d ever seen before.

Segleninde exhaled raggedly, eyes fixed fiercely on her as the heavy head bobbed up and down above his large hand.

Insane. Disgusting. She wanted to push him away immediately. And yet…

She remembered the time Segleninde had fingered her.

‘If just his fingers felt that good, then what about this…?’

“Ha…”

Segleninde let out a rough breath and slumped forward, pressing his face into her shoulder.

The low groan that rumbled from his throat sounded almost like a growl. Cynthia stood there, half-stiff, letting him lean against her. The massive shadow of his c**k, hanging above her stomach, swelled even larger, becoming more savage and urgent.