Keyword and Scene Focus: #InsatiableVirginML - Chapter 20

Chapter 20

After lifting her lightly, Knox sat himself on the edge of the bed. He laid her across his lap, pressed down on her waist with one hand, and raised the other high.

“Wh-What are you trying to do right now?”

With pleasure still coursing through her body, Irene had been dazed, but she belatedly grasped the situation and blurted out the words. She was so flustered that she even forgot to speak formally.

“What do you mean? I’m about to do the thing my female was dying over.”

He had never cared whether she spoke formally or informally in the first place. All he did was fix his gaze on her enticing rump. The way the flesh of her bottom jiggled tantalizingly with every squirm made his mouth water.

Enough that he felt he would want for nothing if he could just take one bite.

“I’ll make you forget a human male’s touch in no time.”

“W-Wait just a—”

Before she could finish, his raised hand came smacking down on her pale rump.

Smack!

A louder sound than she expected lashed against her ears, and at the sharp stinging impact rising from her bottom, a shrill cry burst out of her without warning.

“Ahh-hnng!”

Knox, feeling the plush sensation against his palm, forgot his anger and his eyes went wide. The sensation of her flesh clinging to his palm and then springing away was exactly like pudding.

Like the milk pudding he had eaten when summoned to the imperial palace, the female’s rump quivered tantalizingly, as if it might burst with a pop. Now that he thought about it, the snow-white color closely resembled milk pudding too.

Knox saw the clear imprint of his palm stamped onto the pale rump and swallowed hard. How could he even describe this feeling?

Ah, yes.

It felt like sneaking out on a night when the first snow was falling and stepping onto a mountain path. It was like the exhilaration of his own footprints pressing into the white snow, leaving their mark one by one.

In short, it felt utterly electrifying.

“Ah, ah…”

Before she could finish saying “st-stop,” he swung his arm again. Smack, smack. The sound of his palm and her rump meeting and parting with a sticky smack rang out.

“Hnng, ah, st-stop, I can’t…”

“Hooh, hooh…”

Rough breaths burst from Knox’s nose as he enthusiastically smacked both her cheeks. Lost in excitement from the sound of his own breathing and the crisp blows, there was no way he could hear Irene’s whispers.

No, even without those two reasons, he likely would not have heard them anyway.

With a completely absorbed expression, he stared only at his palm prints stamped like brands onto the snow-white rump. Her bottom, now flushed bright red, had transformed from milk pudding into a mouthwateringly ripe peach.

A peach so tempting he felt he would want for nothing if he could just take one real bite.

Smack. Having been striking her with focused intensity, he could hold back no longer and bent his torso down. First, he stuck out his tongue and licked her rump.

“Hhahk!”

She had thought he might finally stop, but the sensation of a tongue even hotter than her heated rump touching it was indescribably strange. It should have only hurt, yet partway through the spanking, a different kind of heat had begun to rise.

It was true that her bottom felt like it was on fire, but it was more like smoke rising from somewhere deeper within.

And when his hot tongue suddenly touched her in the midst of that, Irene could no longer deny the source of that smoke. A ticklish pleasure kindled amidst the pain. He licked her rump as if it were some kind of peach, sucking, biting, and kneading it until her mind slipped completely away.

“Hnng, mmnn.”

“Slrrp, slurp.”

Knox bit into her rump as though he had lost his mind. He nibbled with his canines one moment, then opened his mouth wide and sucked hard the next. Each time, an irresistible fragrance wafted from her c**t.

I knew she’d like this.

When the human male had patted her, her c**t definitely had not gotten wet. He had checked immediately when he spread her legs.

Yet when he patted her, her c**t had grown wet. What did that mean? It was obvious. The wanton female had recognized her own male and gotten wet for him.

He found that immensely satisfying. A sense of contentment and fullness washed over him, and his previously foul mood vanished in an instant.

“Haa, does it feel good?”

He asked while his mouth was still on her snow-white rump. Contrary to her confused heart, Irene had been steadily sinking into pleasure, and at his question she flinched in surprise and shook her rump.

“N-No, it doesn’t. Let go. I said let go.”

“Haa, you’re lying. Then why is your c**t wet?”

The wanton female was even telling lies. For them to become a trustworthy married couple, she must not lie. To prove her lie, Knox shoved his fingers deep inside her c**t.

Squelch, squelch. Each time he moved his fingers, the sound of pooled liquid was audible.