Chapter 35
Esina’s brow furrowed instantly. As she pressed her cheek against the glass, Herman curled his fingers deep inside her and murmured.
“Look at yourself, Esina.”
“Ah—hah…!”
“Anyone outside could see you—legs spread, making such a lewd mess.”
The moment that filthy whisper left his lips, she shuddered, horrified to feel herself gush even wetter. His breath against her ear felt obscenely hot.
Why… does this feel good?
They were clearly degrading words, yet they sent strange thrills through her. It was as if he’d unearthed some new, shameful preference—one that flustered even her.
Meanwhile, Herman kept his gaze locked on her. The sight of her b*****s smeared against the glass made his head spin, yet his c**k swelled dutifully, untouched.
Her walls clenched around his fingers, alternately resisting and sucking him deeper, until the slick, vulgar sounds of her arousal filled the air. Squelch. Schlick. The unmistakable noise of her dripping echoed obscenely. The glass fogged under their shared heat.
“Ah—nn, Herman…!”
“Come to think of it, you bragged about being good at this.”
“I-I… s-said…?”
“That first time. When you came to seduce me.”
His vulgar grin was downright wicked. A pulse of pleasure—so sharp it bordered on pain—shot through her at the memory.
“‘I’m good at this.'”
“Hah—! Nngh!”
“‘Just thought I should mention it, in case you were worried I’d be boring.'”
Hearing her own words echoed in Herman’s voice felt unnervingly e****c, dripping with a lewdness she hadn’t intended. Then, mercilessly, Herman breached her inner walls, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered.
“Who taught you?”
“Ah—ahhn…!”
“The stableboy? Or one of the young footmen?”
“Hah—hng…!”
“Who f****d you so well that you’re this confident?”
Esina flustered inwardly.
Logically, these should be words meant to humiliate her. But his voice was so low—or maybe it was the scorching breath against her ear—that instead, heat coiled tight in her core.
From the moment he started, arousal prickled under her skin, her insides clenching helplessly. That voice, usually so clear and refined, now rumbled like a cavern, dark and overwhelming.
“And just how small were they?”
“Nngh—!”
“You bragged about your skills, yet you’re still this tight.”
His fingers pressed ruthlessly against her oversensitive flesh, and her vision whited out in waves.
Then, a heartbeat later.
“How incompetent were those bastards?”
“……”
“Too busy chasing their own pleasure to bother satisfying you properly.”
“Ah—ahh…!”
“You call that ‘skilled’? Pathetic.”
Trembling with arousal, Esina still startled at his words. Not just at the criticism—she had tried her best—but at something else that struck harder.
“And what kind of dogs have you been with?”
“……”
“To make you develop a taste for being talked to like this?”
It wasn’t a taste, exactly…
But the way Herman spoke—as if he knew the trash she’d endured—made something in her chest twist.
When her peaked n****e was crushed against the cold glass, she cried out, pain and pleasure tangled in her moan. Goosebumps raced over her pale chest, the sting sharp and sweet. Without thinking, she arched her back, rubbing against the windowpane.
Herman watched, eyes darkened, biting the inside of his cheek as he hitched up her skirt.
“Hngh…”
Her legs were forced apart, and a broken whimper spilled from her lips. He scoffed, voice dripping with mockery.
“If you liked being treated like this—”
“Hah—hahh…!”
“I’d have done it sooner.”
A finger thrust into her slick heat, and her body jerked violently. His touch was relentless, methodical, scraping every oversensitive inch inside her.
Already, her body was yielding, wet and pliant—trained too well by him. The mere promise of his possession made her throb, her flesh fluttering open in anticipation.
“Hmm…”
Esina’s brow furrowed instantly. As she pressed her flushed cheek against the windowpane, Herman brought his middle and ring fingers together, sinking them deep as he murmured,
“Look at yourself right now, Esina.”
“Nngh… Hah…”
“Who knows who might see you from outside—spreading your legs like this, looking so obscene.”
The moment his voice, dark and hushed, curled into her ear, Esina jolted at the sudden slick heat between her thighs. His breath against her skin felt indecent, intoxicating.
‘Why… does this feel good?’
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