Chapter 72
Cynthia looked at his still-e***t member. As if a single climax wasn’t enough, it persistently pressed against her belly between their closely entwined bodies, as if determined to find a way inside.
Segleninde also couldn’t calm himself. He even stuck out his tongue and licked her lips, then gripped her slender waist with both hands, applying a little pressure. It was as if he hesitated, debating whether to slide his hands further up and grab her b*****s outright.
But he knew well that if he did that, she would hate it. The backs of his hands only barely brushed the underside of her full, rounded b*****s before he pulled away again. Their eyes met, and he spoke in a rough, impatient voice.
“…You want it too, don’t you?”
“W-What do you mean?”
“Mine. You’ve been looking at it like you wanted it all this time… I know.”
In truth, Cynthia had long since realized what he wanted to do, what he was hoping for.
He let out a desperate breath and pressed a short kiss to her lips. His ragged panting rumbled up from his chest, swelling and settling, almost like a growl.
“I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you all of me… Please, let me, Sia…”
From his manhood, which hadn’t calmed down with just one release, more precum began to ooze out. Cynthia simply watched it. She could still feel the sticky residue on her fingers.
She hesitantly grasped his sleeve. Her throat was parched, and she swallowed hard, her expression tense. Meanwhile, Segleninde struggled to hold onto his dwindling patience and reason.
Cynthia searched her mind for all sorts of excuses. Hadn’t they already done everything except for s*x? The gore horror game had turned into an e****c game, and now that the villain and the companion had grown closer, events like this were bound to happen.
To be honest, Cynthia was getting pretty desperate herself. He was aroused, and so was she. If both of them were excited, wouldn’t using each other’s bodies to satisfy their lust by mutual agreement be a fair trade? She felt her thoughts growing muddled.
Was she getting drunk on the sweetness in the air?
“…Then, g-go ahead?”
She tried to answer casually, but failed completely. Her words tripped over themselves, and her voice cracked in a strange way. But Segleninde didn’t care. He smiled brightly, cupped her face in both hands, and kissed her deeply.
After kissing for a long while, Cynthia finally broke away and spoke quickly.
“But! But, no matter what, not outdoors. Not here. I don’t want to.”
Anything could jump out at any time. It just didn’t feel right to do it here.
As if accepting her request, Segleninde immediately scooped her up in his arms. As her feet suddenly left the ground, Cynthia yelped and grabbed his shoulder in surprise.
“There’s a suitable place. We’ll go there.”
Segleninde started striding off somewhere.
Taking advantage of the moment, he buried his face in the crook of her slender arms that clung tightly to his shoulder as if she might fall, inhaling as much of her scent as he liked. Occasionally, he pressed kisses to her lips with a smacking sound. He seemed to be quite pleased with their earlier first kiss.
After briefly sweeping his tongue over the soft inner membrane of her lips, he let out a quiet laugh and whispered in a voice tinged with heated breath.
“You definitely gave me permission…”
Cynthia’s heart pounded wildly. It almost felt like bile was rising in her throat, and a chill ran down her spine.
Was she excited because she was about to do this with the villain of a horror game? Or was she just nervous? She couldn’t even figure out her own feelings.
But it was strange. They hadn’t even known each other that long, but suddenly he felt so comfortable, as if they’d been together for a long time.
Maybe she’d grown attached to him. Maybe it was because they’d just been apart for a little while. She even felt a sudden tenderness. Her heart was definitely pounding as if it would burst.
That was probably why she felt she could do this with Segleninde. Cynthia pressed her thighs together and let out a heated breath.
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