No Entry Except for the Master - Chapter 56

Lilith’s swollen eyes struggled to open as she felt someone pounding deep into her body. Her waist was lifted uncomfortably high, her legs draped over Teia’s shoulders. Teia’s c**k slammed into her with brutal force, driving downward in an almost vertical thrust. Her body folded in half, allowing her to see exactly how that monstrous shaft ravaged her insides.

The wet, squelching sounds were deafening. Their skin—Lilith’s perineum, thighs, and Teia’s g***n—stuck together before peeling apart, leaving behind sticky threads of fluid. Her b******s were already flushed red from the relentless slapping.

She had only just woken up, yet pleasure surged to the tips of her hair. Whimpers escaped her parted lips—hah, hng—her voice already hoarse from screaming.

Teia, who had been pistoning into her like a pestle, noticed Lilith was awake and lowered himself. As her body bent further, his lips met hers. Desperate, Lilith greedily swallowed his saliva, her tongue licking up every drop from under his.

“Now… you wake up…? Too… late…”

His words came in broken fragments, each syllable punctuated by another rough thrust. Lilith couldn’t even process them—she could only clench around him, her walls gripping his c**k as if refusing to let go. When he pulled back, her sensitive flesh clung to him before being ruthlessly split open again.

“Hah… ngh… ah—!”

Even her ragged moans sounded sweet. There was so much c*m inside her that she could feel it sloshing with every thrust.

“Ah—! Aah… hah… hahk!”

Veins stood out on Lilith’s slender neck as her back arched violently. Her head fell back against the pillow, eyes rolling as she plummeted over the edge. Teia’s grip on her thighs tightened hard enough to bruise as he came deep inside her.

Even after finishing, his c**k remained half-hard. When he finally pulled out, thick streams of white spilled from her stretched entrance, dripping down like slick arousal. Teia collapsed onto the damp sheets, pulling Lilith into his arms.

As his mind cleared, he realized where they were—a waiting room right next to the party hall. Anyone could have walked in. The soundproofing was practically nonexistent.

“You’re insane.”

This wasn’t like him. Teia Himeros, the man who meticulously crafted his image and controlled every move, had lost himself in the moment. He wasn’t someone so easily swayed by impulse—yet with Lilith, even his own name felt irrelevant. As if nothing in the world mattered except her.

Where did it go wrong?

Of course Lilith was obsessed with him. Of course she melted under his touch. She loved him.

But Teia couldn’t understand himself.

Why did she excite him? Why did his emotions spiral out of control only for her? He prided himself on perfect discipline—yet with Lilith, there were always exceptions.

He stared down at her, flushed and panting in his arms. When faced with an unsolvable problem, Teia’s habit was to rewind time in his mind.

Memories of her played in reverse. The more he revisited them, the harder he grew—ridiculous, even to himself. He searched further back, desperate to find a time when she wasn’t an exception.

“Ha.”

A hollow laugh escaped him when he finally found it.

“I’ll take her with me. No guarantee she’ll survive the trip, though.”

That moment—when he decided not to kill or abandon her, that insignificant rabbit he could’ve easily disposed of—was the beginning. The first time they met was the moment Lilith became Teia’s one and only exception.