Chapter 28
“Hnh!”
The man dipped his head and ran his tongue in a long stroke over Tina’s areola. Through the thin negligee, the red bud, like a small fruit, stood even more e***t, following the heat of his movement.
“Ahn, please…!”
Tina arched her back and let out a heated gasp as the stimulation crested. And when the man’s hand reached for the undergarment that stood as a precarious barrier between them, intending to undress her, Tina opened her mouth amid her cries.
“Just… just do it, hurry…”
Between desperate breaths, their eyes met. Tina held his gaze, her face entirely flushed. In that instant of connection, the man’s eyes wavered and his hesitation vanished at once.
He soon wrapped his arms around Tina’s waist and eased her against the headboard at an angle, settling her into a half-reclined position. Then he lifted her limp legs and draped them over his shoulders.
“……”
In the gap where only ragged breaths mingled, the way they looked at each other said everything. The man wanted her. Now. In this moment. More fiercely than ever before.
“I’m thirsty.”
At last, the man exhaled a labored breath, withdrew from their prolonged exchange of gazes, and descended toward her lower half.
“Hm?”
Tina was briefly bewildered, but soon understood what the man intended to do. He had moved entirely below her, pushing aside the undergarment that uselessly covered her, and began to press his tongue between the folds.
His hair brushed dizzyingly against her inner thighs, already sticky and wet. Just as Tina squirmed at the sensation, the man’s supple tongue drew a long, deep stroke along her burning core.
“Haah!”
The instant that overheated place was touched, a melting cry burst from Tina’s lips. It felt strange, but surely not all those sounds were coming from her. The embarrassment was immense. Yet she couldn’t stop what was boiling up from below her throat.
Reading her sensual responses, the man buried his face even deeper between Tina’s splayed thighs without a shred of shame. Then, as though nothing could be sweeter, he began to push his long tongue deep into the place drenched and dripping.
“Ah, it’s too much—”
His tongue worked without pause from the entrance to the deepest point, stirring relentlessly, and the insides of her tensed thighs trembled indecently.
Whether pleased with Tina’s reactions, the man let out quiet laughs from below, and for Tina, already endlessly inflamed, even that vibration was an unbearable stimulus, making her gush with arousal.
If she dared glance downward, she could see the man rubbing himself against the sheets, veins standing out on the rigid column as if he wanted to be inside her just like his tongue was.
“Hah.”
Tina knew her gaze was anything but proper, yet she couldn’t tear her eyes from the man’s lower body, hypnotized by the groans that occasionally burst from his lips.
He gripped the base, already standing stiff, and slid his hand all the way down to the sac beneath, then back up to the darkly flushed head, kneading every part of it roughly.
With his large, coarse hand, the man stroked himself roughly up and down while drinking from the wetness flowing from Tina as though it were the water of life, his hips rolling like he was already inside her.
“Hh—”
Whenever Tina lost the rhythm and twisted her hips sharply, his thick hand would slip down past the base almost by accident, and each time, a stifled groan would escape and a white thread would drip steadily from the tip.
“Mmnh— aahh!”
“Hah.”
When the man’s tongue struck the most sensitive spot deep inside her and her walls clenched tight around him. At the same moment his thick hand swept firmly down past the base of his sac, something spilled in a sudden, slick rush.
“Hkh, hkh—”
In the sensation of her vision flashing white, Tina couldn’t think of anything beyond gasping for breath.
“Mmh.”
The man seemed tireless. Even after he’d already spilled his release onto the sheets, he lifted his hips and threaded his tongue slickly into Tina’s mouth. The hand gripping her chin was merciless, yet breathlessly tender, as if promising to return the breath she’d lost.
When his tongue scraped against the roof of her mouth and sucked at her soft tongue, she tasted something lustful.
Below, his length was already swollen again, and rubbed insistently against Tina’s entrance, as though desperate to drive inside. The wet sounds assaulting her ears were reigniting the heat that had momentarily subsided.
“Ha… mmh. Haa—”
Whenever his curved shaft grazed her burning peak, a moan escaped without fail. And yet, amid it all, Tina found herself thinking:
‘My brother might be in the room next door.’
But then again, all of this might have been a dream from the very beginning. Her brother might still be alive and bound in the next room, or perhaps he had never returned from the military academy at all. Or the last time she’d seen him might have been ten years ago, when he was locked in the cellar, screaming to be let out. [2]
Yet at the same time, none of it seemed to matter in the slightest. Tina simply wanted to moan louder. She wanted her brother, everyone, to know. That she, too, had someone who wanted her this desperately. That when she reached out, there was someone who was powerfully drawn to her in return.
“Mmh!”
At that moment, without warning, the man pierced into her from below. The force of the thrust made Tina’s back arch involuntarily.
“Lost in other thoughts, are we? You seem quite at leisure.”
An insertion deeper than any before seized Tina’s entire consciousness.
Translation Notes:
[1] ↩
Tina refers to Danian himself being locked in the cellar as a child,mirroring her own experience, but it’s not expounded on in the chapter.
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