Keyword and Scene Focus: #InsatiableVirginML - Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Unable to admit it no matter what, she nodded her head vigorously at his proposal.

“Really, just ten times. If I still don’t like it, you stop.”

She would endure it no matter what. Irene adorably clenched the bedding with both hands and raised her toes. It was an attitude that declared she would withstand it somehow.

Knox watched her actions carefully, then subtly raised the corner of his mouth. He had clearly not said he would simply pat her. A female who kept telling lies deserved to be punished.

Bad habits must be corrected early!

Having been forged on the battlefield, he did not miss the fact that this was a golden opportunity.

Just as she had readied her posture, Knox adjusted his as well. He pulled his c**k, already swollen to the point of bursting, out of his trousers and slipped it between her legs.

“Wh-What is this?”

“What do you mean, what?”

Irene snapped her head up and asked. Knox coated his c**k generously with her slick, pressed the glans against her entrance, and pushed in with force. Due to the position, it didn’t go in very far, but her inner walls wrapped around the head sufficiently. As the most sensitive part slipped inside, a satisfied sigh escaped Knox’s lips.

“Hnng…”

A satisfied moan also burst from Irene’s lips. With one corner of his mouth tilted up crookedly, Knox raised his hand and brought it down.

Smack!

“One.”

His broad palm felt like a blunt weapon. Irene unconsciously clenched tight around his c**k and bit her lip. Yet a moan still leaked out. It should have only hurt, but with his c**k inside her, the sensation had completely changed.

The thing filling her entrance tightly was squeezed and stimulated on its own every time she tensed her rump. Irene had to gasp out ragged breaths and wait for the next strike.

“Two.”

Smack! An even louder sound than before rang out. Unable to bear it, she let out a sobbing cry and curled her body inward. And that nearly killed Knox. Every time the c**t wrapped around just his glans squeezed, he felt like dying, but when the female tensed her whole body, a sensation as if his tip alone would be bitten clean off sent heat surging through him.

Was she trying to bite it off or what?

Though she had done nothing wrong, Knox felt irrationally resentful toward her. From getting her rump patted by a human male, to spreading her legs, to coyly denying it when she clearly liked it. And on top of that…

“You called me a stupid male too…”

She did not notice his belatedly heated expression and sinister muttering. She could only feel that her rump was stinging unbearably and her vision was spinning.

On top of that, the c**k plugging the entrance of her c**t seemed to have grown even larger, making everything feel overwhelming. Also, the lingering remnants of her heat had not completely subsided, and her belly seemed to be gradually heating up again.

As he stirred the slick that had begun dripping down stickily with his c**k, Knox murmured.

“Three.”

Smack!

As the strikes grew sharper and more merciless, Irene finally burst into tears. Even if pleasure followed, the pain was still pain. Feeling wronged and miserable, she cried out in a voice thick with tears.

“It hurts! I said it really hurts!”

“What?”

Knox, who had been stewing in his own anger, froze with his hand still raised at the female’s cry.

“In what world is this just patting! Hweong…”

She had not cried even once since she had grown up. She had always tried to live boldly and positively…

“It hurts and… sniffle, it feels strange and… hwick…”

Yet for some reason, she felt so utterly miserable that Irene poured out her tears like a child. And because of that, Knox was genuinely flustered. He had absolutely no intention of making the female cry. He had only wanted to scold her a little, and then do something she liked.

“…Don’t cry.”

“Hweong…”

Telling someone not to cry only makes the tears fall harder. This stupid male apparently didn’t even know that.

Knox, at a loss with his raised hand, gently lowered it and patted her rump softly. As if telling her to stop crying.

“D-Don’t do that!”

Don’t soothe me! I’m not weak!

“Alright. I won’t pat you anymore. So don’t cry.”

“Hwick…”

Irene was reminded of her mother’s embrace from long ago. After being separated from her mother, living alone in human society, she had never leaned on anyone. She could not grow close to humans because they were human, and not all beastkin were kind. Sometimes, their own kind were even more cruel.

And so, the tears fell. Because there was someone here to listen to her cries.

Irene buried her face completely into the bedding and began to wail. What she felt so miserable about no longer mattered. She simply cried out with her whole body, to cast out all the sorrow that had been lodged inside her.