My Ruin to You - Chapter 83

Roseline’s eyes widened in shock, still glazed with heat. As she turned her head toward the entrance while gripping Valen’s shoulders, the thick head of his c**k slowly pushed deeper, spreading her inner walls.

“…Hhk!”

This was no state to receive visitors. Water from the tub had spilled everywhere, soaking the floor, and two naked bodies were tangled atop the narrow cot.

“O-outside…!”

She was so startled she could barely speak. Her entire body tensed, her inner walls clenching around him, and Valen let out a heated groan.

“Mm, I heard. Relax, Roseline.”

“No, someone’s—!”

“Why are you squeezing so tight? You’ll cut me off.”

He seemed utterly indifferent to the presence outside. His hands smoothed over the rigid line of her waist before driving himself to the hilt. The thick shaft pressed mercilessly against a sensitive spot inside her, and her already tight walls clamped down even harder. The swollen head of his c**k pulsed, leaking precum as if ready to burst at any moment. Valen’s brow furrowed.

—”Your Highness.”

That familiar voice pierced through the tent once more.

“W-wait, ah—someone’s outside!”

“Leave it. They won’t come in.”

“B-but—ah!”

“Haah…”

Valen’s large, firm body pressed down on her, pinning her completely. He bit her lip again, moving his hips with deliberate slowness. Creak, squelch. Each time his c**k pulled back, sticky fluids trailed obscenely between them.

“Hn, ngh…!”

Of course, Roseline couldn’t focus. Her anxious gaze kept darting toward the tent entrance. Valen frowned as her lips tried to escape his.

“What, scared they’ll come in?”

His expression had cooled slightly—no longer the frenzied look of a beast in heat, regardless of who waited outside. Roseline nodded hurriedly, and he gradually lifted his hips.

“Should I send them away?”

“Yes.”

As if he’d been waiting for this, Valen pulled her into his lap. Shifting positions, he leaned back against the head of the cot, seating her atop him. With every adjustment, the c**k buried deep inside her dragged against her walls, and Roseline had to bite his shoulder to stifle a moan.

“Move.”

“M-me?”

“You’re the one sending the Vice-Captain away.”

“…Right.”

“So you move instead. I can’t talk and f**k you at the same time.”

Then what do you call this conversation right now?

She kept the sharp retort to herself, sensing the petulance in his crude wording and the faintly narrowed curve of his eyes. Hesitating only a moment, she tentatively shifted her hips—prompted by his light slap to her backside.

“Ah—!”

Each shallow bounce sent jolts of pleasure through her, and Valen’s grip on her waist tightened, guiding her into a steady rhythm. His breath grew ragged against her ear, but his voice remained low, controlled.

“Louder.”

“Wha—?”

“Let them hear.”

Her face burned. Was this punishment for earlier? For trying to send him away? But before she could protest, his fingers found her c**t, rubbing slow circles that made her thighs tremble.

“Nn—ah…!”

The sound escaped before she could stop it, and Valen smirked, satisfied. Outside, the Vice-Captain’s footsteps hesitated—then retreated.

Roseline buried her face in his neck, mortified.

Valen chuckled, hips rolling up to meet her movements.

“Good girl.”

Roseline gripped his shoulders and slowly lifted her hips. The grotesquely thick and lengthy shaft took an eternity to withdraw—or at least, that’s how it felt to her. By the time the swollen tip finally caught at her entrance, she let out a shaky breath and sank back down with deliberate slowness.

“Good girl.”

As the simple act of taking him in and pushing him out repeated, Valen’s breathing grew rougher. He watched her with a devouring gaze as she moved clumsily atop him.

Her damp hair swayed, darkened further by sweat, and her soft, jiggling b*****s—marked with bites and suckling bruises—bore the evidence of his hunger. Her right n****e was swollen from how relentlessly he’d nursed at it since the bath. It was an unbearable temptation.

“Hng…!”

When he finally sealed his lips around the engorged peak and sucked, Roseline’s back arched violently.

He lapped and chewed at her b****t, pulling her hips down to bury the remaining half of his length inside her in one harsh thrust.

“Ah—too deep…!”

“Quit dawdling and do it properly. You’re going to kill me like this, hm?”

“How am I supposed to—ah, wait, don’t bi—hah!”

Just as Roseline tried to shove his head away—

—”Your Highness, it’s the Vice-Captain.”

The presence outside the tent, forgotten for a while, announced itself again. This was already the third time. Despite the passing time, the fact that the Vice-Captain remained, calling for Valen once more, suggested urgent business. Roseline’s expression grew serious as she glanced toward the entrance. Valen, who had been rolling her n****e between his teeth like candy, abruptly released it and hoisted her up into his arms.

“Wh-what are you—?”

“You’re too distracted.”