My Ruin to You - Chapter 255

It was maddening.

Roseline, who had been clutching and releasing the pillow, crumpling the sheets in distress and not knowing what to do, ran her fingers through his hair.

“Th-there, st-stop, hmm, ah, stop…!”

“Stop?”

Valen, with his face buried between her legs, lifted only his eyes to ask. As his breath scattered over her sensitive area, goosebumps prickled up.

“Ah, don’t… don’t talk with your mouth there…!”

“So, I shouldn’t talk, just suck?”

“No, eek! That’s, ah…!”

“Or what?”

“That…”

“Hmm? Tell me. What should I do?”

He spread her plump outer lips and blew a soft stream of air. The glistening entrance repeatedly clenched and unclenched, releasing the fluid it had been holding. Heat flared in Valen’s pupils. He licked the moisture from his lips, then rubbed the entrance with the tip of his tongue.

“Hih, stop, please…!”

Roseline pushed at his persistently intruding head and bent her knees. Her toes curled, and her mouth went completely dry.

“Just… hurry up instead…”

The moment she barely managed to spit out the words, the tongue that had been lapping below slipped out.

“Hurry?”

Roseline nodded.

“Hurry what?”

“…Do it.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“……”

“What should I do, and how, Roseline?”

He feigned ignorance and asked. The e***t member that had been standing since the drawing-room was screaming to be let in, drooling copiously, but he willingly endured. He had been waiting for Roseline, her face flushed crimson, to beg for penetration.

“Why are you really doing this? You know.”

“I don’t know.”

Valen retorted teasingly and pressed his mouth against the soft, hairless v***a. As expected, Roseline twisted her body violently, nearly losing her mind. Only after he gently took the swollen peak between his lips did the long-awaited voice finally come. Please put it in.

“So pretty.”

He was tempted to tease her, saying he couldn’t hear her and to say it again, but his own situation was no better. Valen slowly licked his lips and straightened his back.

His gaze fixed on Roseline, who was covering her face with her small hands as if unbearably shy, he unfastened his trousers. The reddened peaks visible through the disheveled négligée caught his eye. Unable to restrain his suppressed thirst any longer, Valen spread Roseline’s legs even wider.

“Mmm…….”

As he firmly gripped her soft thighs and rubbed the head of his member against the slick entrance, a pained moan escaped her. A vein throbbed at his temple. It was the limit. Gritting his teeth, he pushed his thick member into the clenching opening.

“Huh, w-wait, ah… Don’t, don’t move…!”

Roseline braced her hands against his abdomen, repeatedly pushing him away. The stretched feeling below was so intense it brought tears to her eyes. Whether it was her memory being idealized or because it was the first time in this life—she had been prepared, but it was far more overwhelming than she had anticipated.

“Does it hurt?”

“H-heuk, yes.”

“What should we do about the pain?”

Valen took the hands pushing him away, lifted them, and kept kissing their backs. Showing no sign of advancing further, with just the head lodged inside, Roseline relaxed, feeling a sense of relief. The tension also eased from the vaginal walls that had been clenching tightly as if to burst his shaft. Valen, not one to miss such an opportunity, parted her inner flesh and buried himself to the hilt.

“Ah!”

“You said… not to move… hmm, wait…”

“What can I do? The place you like is deep inside.”

“Ah, no, haah!”

“Here.”

The moment the blunt head touched a specific spot deep inside her, Roseline gasped. A tingling sensation shot through her core, and her mind flashed white and black.

“Haa.”

He took in the sight of Roseline, disheveled beneath him. The sheer reality of her, no phantom, sent a rigid tension pulling at the back of his skull. As Valen bent his waist and pulled Roseline into an embrace, the sinking weight drove their union even deeper. The entrance clenched around him, tight to the point of strain.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“Hnn, i-it’s deeep.”

“Not that. I’m asking if it hurts down there.”

Roseline shook her head. Valen licked away the tears that had welled up in her eyes and began thrusting his hips roughly. Squelch, squelch. Each time the dark red pillar withdrew almost completely and plunged back in, thick bubbles frothed around the sodden junction. The bed, unable to withstand the act, screamed with creaking protests.

Whenever Roseline whimpered, he would change the angle of his thrusts and ask her what felt good and how, and each time, Roseline would sob, letting only moans escape. You say it hurts, so why do you like it so much? Don’t you like it? If you don’t, I’ll stop.

Then Roseline would shake her head, saying she didn’t dislike it. Once he had finally wrung the admission that she did like it from her, he increased his pace like a beast in heat, frantically.