I Was Just Enjoying the Discipline - Chapter 19 🔞

“Ah… hhk…”

“Look at that. You made such a fuss, begging me to stop, and yet what does the lower half of you do? It swallowed two of my fingers the moment I touched you.”

“Ah… ngh… mm…”

The thick fingers buried inside her turned lazily, gliding along her inner flesh. A tingling jolt shot through her tailbone, and the muscles around them spasmed in response. She felt warmth spill from deep within her.

“So that’s what it was. You were enjoying having your nxxples tormented. Wasn’t that it?”

“…Ngh.”

With a rough hand, he flicked one of her swollen nxxples. The faint sting, coupled with the slow, probing movement inside her, sent another shiver racing through her body.

Sophia bit down hard on her lip. It was as though she could not bear to admit the shameful truth—that he had seen through the desires she had tried so hard to conceal.

Her stubborn silence only deepened the smile tugging at Yudel’s lips. At the same time, the fingers moving within her slowed to an almost agonizing crawl.

“You still want to deny it. You don’t want to admit that you’re depraved enough to find pleasure in something as simple as having that tiny part of your chest tormented.”

“Mm…”

“But it won’t be long. Soon enough, you’ll be the one dropping to your knees, bowing your head… and begging for more.”

A voice, at once languid and insidious, flowed into Sophia’s ears. Like a cold hand reaching out to close around her heart, Yudel slowly leaned closer.

Sophia shifted her hips, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. It was futile. Her back met the chair almost at once. Bound fast with ropes, there was nowhere for her to flee.

He stopped only when she could feel his cool breath against her skin. The chill of the night clung faintly to his uniform, brushing against the tip of her nose. Beneath it lingered the subtle scent of blood, threaded with the bitter aroma of tobacco.

Sophia trembled, unable to tell whether it was fear or excitement coursing through her. Leaning close to her ear, Yudel whispered in a low voice.

“Please… torment these lewd nxxples of mine. If you do, I’ll do anything you ask. If that’s what you want, I’ll even lick your filthy boots clean with my tongue.”

“……”

“Or use me as your cxck-hole, however you please. Just… please… let me have this. Just once.”

His voice was low and unhurried, each word punctuated by the light flick of his fingers against her hardened nxxple. It was so vivid that, for a moment, Sophia felt as though those degrading pleas were spilling from her own lips.

Her eyes squeezed shut.

It was the first time she had experienced a demon’s whisper. It was so unnervingly seductive that she could scarcely endure it.

Her body kept betraying her, quivering with equal parts arousal and humiliation. The image he painted, of herself begging beneath him, flashed through her mind, and her body responded in spite of itself. She tightened involuntarily around his fingers. Sensing it, Yudel let out a quiet, mocking chuckle.

“That is your future. And it isn’t far off.”

“Mm…!”

With those final words, he slowly withdrew the fingers buried inside her. His face, which had been close enough for her to feel the warmth of every breath, receded along with them.

Sophia writhed helplessly in the chair, her body trembling with excitement. The ten minutes she’d spent facing Yudel had been far more nerve-racking and strangely intoxicating than the entire hour Cain had spent working on her. He had scarcely done anything, yet her whole body shook.

Already, the place his fingers had occupied felt unbearably empty, yearning for their return. Had she not been bound to the chair, the pleasure coursing through her body would never have let her stay still.

‘At this rate, I really am going to end up exactly the way Yudel said I would.’

She could picture it with startling clarity: herself kneeling at his feet, bowing her head, enduring every humiliation and indignity for the chance to receive even a single touch from him.

That was, admittedly, part of what Sophia had wanted all along. But she couldn’t afford to lose herself in it.

To her, enjoying the training was only ever a secondary objective. Her real goal was to make off with enough of the demons’ wealth to live the rest of her life in comfort.

‘I’d better get a grip. At this rate, I’ll enjoy myself so much I’ll lose myself to the pleasure and end up staying here forever.’

In any case, this castle was doomed to fall in a year’s time. It was destined to be overrun by the Holy Knights, empowered by divine radiance, and reduced to ruin. Even if she wanted to remain here, she wouldn’t be able to.

‘So keep your head on straight and enjoy the training in moderation.’