Chapter 15
“…”
“That woman is my hole. I can’t stand the thought of another mutt mounting her.”
“Such a thing will not happen.”
Zeke’s reply was firm and decisive, but his excessively clean-cut attitude only fueled Kallist’s displeasure. There was no rational reason. It was pure animal instinct.
“You’d better keep that answer. Because I won’t make your death a clean one.”
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‘Why is he just standing outside the door instead of coming in?’
I peeked just my eyes out from under the blanket to check. Kallist was leaning against the doorframe, his body turned toward the outside. Zeke was probably the only one out there. They seemed to be talking, but I couldn’t hear a thing.
I ducked back under the covers and squeezed my eyes shut. If I didn’t sleep now, I’d be up all night. Every single moment of rest was precious. Even though all I did during the day, when Kallist was gone, was eat, sleep, and rest, I was still plagued by constant fatigue.
I must have dozed off the moment I closed my eyes while waiting for him. When I forced my heavy eyelids open, a familiar face was hovering above me.
‘Ah, Kallist must have come to find me.’
But something felt off. There was no way this man would just stare at me quietly. As if he’d been waiting for me to wake up, he spoke in a low voice.
“Sleeping soundly, I see.”
“Eep!”
“You knew I came in.”
“I was just so tired…”
“And why would you be tired?”
“……”
The human body has its limits, you know. You probably wouldn’t understand.
When I just stared at him without answering, he let out a short, incredulous laugh.
“All you do while I’m gone is eat and sleep.”
“……”
Well, he’s not wrong. I have no comeback.
He tilted his head, his eyebrows slanting as if my silence displeased him. His red eyes drilled deep into mine.
“You’re not tired because you’ve been entertaining some other guy, are you?”
“Huh? N-No, of course not.”
“No?”
Kallist’s hand parted the soft labia and probed the entrance. Today, his touch felt unusually rough. Her vaginal walls, already slick, clung to his fingers as if biting down, yet his expression remained deeply dissatisfied.
“Who said you could wash my seed out?”
“I had to clean up…”
“You think I don’t know you’re trying to flush it out for some other man?”
“Wh-What? What are you talking about…”
“Playing dumb is useless. I know this body’s every secret better than anyone.”
He shoved three fingers inside her and stirred relentlessly, as if searching for another man’s traces. Each time he pressed against a sensitive spot, her s*x reflexively clenched.
“It’s not true, ah, really, it’s not.”
“No?”
As I frantically nodded, a slick, cruel smile twisted his lips. He knew perfectly well I hadn’t been with anyone else. He was doing this on purpose. It was a form of play. A nasty habit of his.
“You know you’ll be punished for lying.”
“Ugh…”
He shook his wrist free and bit my earlobe, just hard enough not to hurt. His precise, targeted movements drew a pained moan from me. His hand slid from my throat down to my full b****t, grasping it through the thin, rustling negligee. My stiff n****e was crushed against the fabric and his palm.
He rolled the firm nub beneath his hand in a circle before suddenly tearing the negligee apart. The new nightgown I’d just put on this morning was ripped to shreds with a sickening rrrip.
My b****t, fully exposed in the moonlight, was captured in his grip. Plush, soft flesh bulged appealingly between his fingers. He rubbed my n****e with his index finger, then pinched it tightly between his knuckles, twisting.
Kallist looked like a man who knew nothing of tenderness, yet he awakened my desire with a feral, fox-like cunning. This wasn’t something learned; it was an innate, wicked talent.
His tongue, as red as his eyes, darted out to lick the body already covered in his marks. He was drenched in the blood of others—his eyes, his tongue, even his c**k were all stained red. And the most crimson of all was the hardened glans, swollen with blood.
He pushed his crimson-red c**k into the passage that was a shade lighter, swallowing my left b****t whole in his mouth. The member that had been teasing the entrance slid smoothly along the familiar path, burying itself to the hilt. A warm, languid breath brushed against my n****e. A vein as thick as my finger bulged prominently on his forehead—clear evidence of his intense arousal.
“Ha… you’re going to f*****g melt my d**k off.”
Yet, he didn’t start by driving into me mercilessly. Instead, he moved his hips with a slow, deliberate rhythm, as if savoring every inch, letting out a satisfied groan. The lewd, wet sound of my flesh clinging to his c**k echoed rhythmically. Noticing my dazed eyes, he took my n****e back into his mouth. While his lower body was leisurely, his greed above was insatiable, sucking and nibbling voraciously.
“They say when you get pregnant, milk comes from here.”
“Nngh, hhng…”
“When are you going to get pregnant?”
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