I Transmigrated as an Extra in a Trashy Dark Romance Game - Chapter 67

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While Edith was tormenting that spot from atop Kazan’s waist for a while, she felt something hard tap against the back of her lower body.

Reaching back to grab what had nudged her bottom, Edith checked and momentarily stopped breathing.

It was so large and thick, as if this was the standard size for men here, that it couldn’t even be fully grasped in her hand.

Her body, already accustomed to large sizes, seemed to remember past pleasures. A tingling sensation began below her waist.

In this primal state where only a desperate thirst to have it inside her was strongly felt, Edith felt like she was going crazy.

‘Even so, my instinct is being way too honest… isn’t it?’

Moving a bit lower from his waist, she settled between his legs and pulled down his trousers with both hands. Inside, Kazan’s large member sprang out and tapped against Edith’s cheek.

Feeling the soft, warm skin against her cheek and the musky scent wafting from it, Edith swallowed dryly again and looked up at Kazan.

From Kazan’s perspective, Edith was looking up at him with a highly aroused expression, his member pressed against her face. Even he, who was weak to visual stimuli, couldn’t keep his mind straight, boiling over with excitement.

His eyes were swallowed by craving, and a coppery scent wafted from his lips bitten to hold back sounds.

Edith, feeling exactly what her primal instinct was thinking, was screaming at herself from the far side of her consciousness.

‘No, not that!! Stop!! Please!’

But she, who couldn’t hear the voice from the far side of her consciousness, took a deep breath and took his member into her mouth.

No, she wanted to take it all in, but it was too big. Unable to swallow it completely, her throat clogged. The sudden urge to gag made her spit it out quickly, coughing.

“Ngh!”

“Cough, huk…”

Beneath Kazan, who had suppressed a louder sound at the more intense pleasure he felt just then, Edith kept coughing.

Faced with a size harder to take into her mouth than she’d thought, small tears hung at the corners of her eyes.

Seeing that, an unstoppable desire surged forth. Kazan grabbed the back of her head, pushed her down, and simultaneously lifted his hips.

The hard flesh instantly filling her mouth again, hitting the back of her throat, made Edith struggle to pull her head away, but his grip was too strong to escape.

His member, rapidly disappearing into and emerging from her mouth, made her saliva keep flowing out. She felt like she was suffocating, dying.

A physiological reaction kept bringing tears, and she wanted to cough but couldn’t.

“Ugh, urk.”

As Kazan felt the rising urge to climax, he hastily lifted Edith’s head.

With his groan, a milky liquid splattered across her face.

As the viscous fluid trickled down her clean, white skin, Edith couldn’t easily open her eyes.

Even worse was the coppery, raw taste that entered her mouth, making her feel more like dying.

Even after releasing once, the heat hadn’t cooled at all. He grabbed Edith’s arms, pulled her directly onto his waist, and pushed up the hem of her skirt.

Then, with one hand, he bound both her wrists—she couldn’t even open her eyes properly, let alone resist—and with his other hand, reached under her skirt.

Slipping his finger into the side of her underwear beneath the skirt, Kazan moved his hips, aligning his still-hard member with that spot, then pulled her bound wrists toward him.

With the sudden downward pull, her hips sank down, and Kazan’s member thrust up into her.

“Kya, ah…!”

Held by her wrists, ravaged by Kazan’s fierce movements, the sensation of being filled to the brim and then penetrated even deeper, turning pain into pleasure, didn’t take long for Edith to feel.

* * *

“Edie, why are you sleeping here?”

Waking up, Edith opened her eyes to see Perry looking down at her, saying she must have some bad sleeping habits.

Last night, Edith, with her delicate frame, had barely endured the rough, almost beast-like mating. Only when she was nearly at the point of fainting did the desire seem to subside. As the level stabilized and the penalty ended with a system window, she had collapsed into his arms, losing consciousness.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I was taking watch with Mr. Kazan…”

As Edith sat up, the blanket covering her slid off.

Fortunately, she was properly dressed. Kazan, who must have taken care of her like this last night, seemed to have finished preparing and was standing outside the cave, bathed in sunlight.

His deep skin, sparkling like grains of sand in the sun, looked incredibly noble.

Sensing Edith’s gaze, Kazan turned his head as if searching for something, but the moment his eyes met hers, he swiftly averted his gaze.

Watching his back as he turned away awkwardly, Edith somehow thought his nape and ears looked tinged with red, making her own cheek itch for no reason.

As if the appearance of the black wolf monster last night was just the beginning, monsters relentlessly attacked Edith’s party even during the day.

But compared to yesterday, the monsters were smaller and appeared at calmer intervals, making it relatively manageable.