How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 76

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

“Mm, ugh.”

“How should I do it so you’ll like it, Sia? Hm? Tell me.”

His thick, soft tongue traced over each of her fingers, savoring their slender shape as he rolled them in his mouth. Nibbling at her dainty nails as if sucking on candy, he smiled like a boy.

“If I don’t know something, you have to teach me everything. You promised, remember?”

While he was so absorbed in sucking her fingers, Cynthia’s p***y, which had endured so much, was finally able to rest. Yet, strangely, she felt a sense of disappointment. Was it because she hadn’t reached her peak and had been left hanging? Or because she’d come to know, through every inch of her inner walls, just how skillfully he could pleasure her with his tongue?

Cynthia suddenly glanced at his pants.

His thigh area had been swollen for some time, with precum seeping out and soaking his pants. Ever since he’d forced his already full e******n back into his pants while moving her, he’d been enduring it with nothing but patience, and now his member looked pitiful.

She wanted to have him inside her as soon as possible. She wanted to take him in, suck on him as much as she wanted, and fill herself up deep beneath her belly.

Thanks to Segleninde’s relentless sucking and teasing, she was now thoroughly loosened and slick, unable to bear the emptiness any longer. Despite it being her first time with a man, her body felt as though she were in heat.

It was all because of Segleninde. Wasn’t he the one who had taught her pleasure? Cynthia glared at Segleninde, who was still sucking on her fingers, then raised her free hand and brought it to her own mouth.

“Hahp.”

Her mouth was small, so it was impossible to fit all her fingers at once, but she deliberately sucked on them one by one for him to see. Segleninde stared, momentarily transfixed, as her slender fingers slipped over her little tongue and grew gradually wetter.

When she felt she’d sufficiently moistened her fingers, Cynthia reached with her hand, freshly freed from his mouth, and lightly fumbled at Segleninde’s pants. With some effort, she pulled his thick tip out first, causing his hips to twitch briefly.

“Ha…”

Pleased with his reaction, Cynthia used the same hand she had just had in her mouth to stroke the head of his c**k. A voice tinged with heat and tension slipped out.

“…Just do whatever you want. Because I’m going to do the same.”

At that, Segleninde let out a rough, ragged breath, pressed his face into Cynthia’s nape, and leaned in close.

The heavy pressure that had been constricting her breath lasted only a moment. He quickly braced himself with both knees to keep from crushing her. He must have known that she would suffocate if his large, muscular body pressed down on her.

Thanks to his careful adjustment, Cynthia was able to touch Segleninde’s c**k even more easily. She gently wrapped her slick fingers around his veined shaft, feeling its heat and firmness.

Precum leaked from the tip, dripping down and pooling in her shallow navel. As he let out a thin, strained breath, Segleninde, as if unable to wait any longer, gave a tiny thrust, rubbing his c**k between Cynthia’s fingers.

With the intention of being generous, Cynthia pulled Segleninde’s c**k lower, placed the head against her c******s, and then gently held it in place with both hands.

As if thanking her for that mercy, he pressed his tip firmly along the narrow seam of her entrance, and the head, as if kissing her c******s, stuck close and pressed down hard.

“Hnnh, mmhh.”

Soon after, Segleninde began to move his hips against Cynthia. Even though the pace was slow, the wetness seeping from her entrance slicked his shaft and acted as natural lubricant, filling the room with a lewd, sticky sound.