No Entry Except for the Master - Chapter 54

“Hah…!”

Lilith let out a small moan before collapsing to her knees. Teia quickly closed the distance, shoving Hecate aside and scooping Lilith into her arms.

She had been so aroused that not only her underwear but even her skirt was damp. Lilith nuzzled her face against Teia’s chest, clinging to the back of her neck.

Cesar, who always followed Teia, quickly assessed the situation and rushed ahead to clear the way. Thanks to him, Teia managed to reach her bedroom without running into any unwanted guests. Lilith whimpered freely, acting spoiled.

Normally, Teia would have taken his time enjoying Lilith in this state, but he wasn’t in the mood. He barely even remembered how he had carried Lilith all the way here. They say that when someone is furious, they see nothing but red—he never thought he’d experience that extreme firsthand.

Clenching and unclenching her fists, he fought to suppress the violent urge coursing through him. Meanwhile, Lilith, left alone on the bed in heat, grew impatient at Teia’s lack of touch.

“Teia… ngh… Master…”

No matter how desperately she called, Teia only paced back and forth, his expression stormy. He was still battling the lingering image of Hecate and Lilith embracing each other.

Eventually, relying on Teia’s scent filling the room, Lilith stripped off her underwear herself. Spreading her legs toward Teia, she clumsily rubbed her slick folds with her fingers. She didn’t even know how to touch herself properly, but she still kneaded the swollen flesh eagerly.

“Hah… Nngh…!”

Soon, her fingers glistened with arousal. The smooth, slippery movements gradually sped up. The sound of her skirt rustling against her frantic arm movements grew more frantic.

Teia, who had been pacing in an attempt to erase that bastard’s face from her mind, suddenly locked eyes with Lilith—watching as the girl pleasured herself. A sharp thrill ran through him at the sight. Lilith licked her lips, hastily trying to push a finger inside.

“How dare you stuff your hole without my permission.”

Teia grabbed Lilith’s wrist roughly. Even as Teia snarled, Lilith ignored her, rubbing her forehead against Teia’s arm and whining. Seeing her reduced to pure instinct twisted Teia’s face in displeasure.

“Once you’re in heat, you’d beg anyone to f**k you, huh?”

No. I only want your c**k, Teia.

But no matter how much Lilith screamed it inside, all that escaped was ragged breathing. Teia rummaged through a drawer, pulling something out before returning to Lilith. He spread the girl’s already-open legs wider, circling the object against his dripping entrance before pressing it in.

“Ah—ngh!”

Lilith shuddered, hips jerking. The more excited she got, the darker Teia’s mood became. Right now, she’s moaning like this for me—but she could just as easily do the same for someone else.

The thought made his blood run cold.

The imitation c**k buried itself deep inside, right where Lilith always fell apart under Teia’s touch. But compared to Teia, the cheap substitute was pitifully lacking—doing nothing to quench the burning heat.

“N-No… I don’t want this… I want Master’s c**k…”

Lilith grabbed at Teia’s pants, but Teia forced her back upright.

Lilith crossed her legs tightly, keeping the toy from slipping out.

“No more special treatment. If you want my c**k, you’ll keep that thing inside until I say otherwise.”

Her legs trembled as she squirmed, rocking up and down helplessly. But Teia coldly turned away.

***

“Hah…”

Lilith’s mind was completely blank. The murmurs of the crowd and the bright chandelier lights all blurred together. Every time someone passed by, she flinched violently. Even the faintest trace of their scent was overwhelming.

“Lilith…? Are you okay?”

A servant she knew approached, concerned. Even to an outsider, Lilith looked terrible. She never helped with serving—her only job was tending to the rabbits—but she had suddenly appeared at the party, insisting on assisting. “By His Highness’s orders,” she had said. It was strange, but no one could refuse.

Yet it was obvious she was in no state to work. Her face was flushed, sweat beading on her skin. When asked, she claimed it was just a bad cold. Normally, sick staff weren’t allowed near guests—what was His Highness thinking?

“Y-Yes… I’m fine… ngh! Ah…”

Her voice was anything but fine. She twisted her body like someone desperate for the bathroom, her legs unsteady. Her knees shook so badly they might buckle at any second.

“Hah…”

Feeling Teia’s sharp gaze from across the room, Lilith hurriedly grabbed a serving cart. Her task was simple: wheel it around, collecting used glasses and dishes.

Clink. Clatter. Thud.

Every sound grated on her nerves. Every scent, every brush of air against her skin, was torture. And yet—

She had to endure. Until he allowed her relief.