One Hundred Nights with the Devil - Chapter 43

As she swallowed hard at the explicit contact, the Devil cupped her cheek, pretending to be kind. He whispered, proving he was the Devil with his heatless hands and red eyes.

“Elena. Act even prettier. That way you can get what you want.”

The cold breath scattered over her lips gradually paralyzed Elena’s reason.

“You have to prove your use to be rewarded. Whether it’s the illusion of your mother, or the revenge that will ruin your father.”

At his low urging, Elena moved her hand. Brushing past the man’s arm where veins bulged, she headed toward the Duke’s lean cheek.

“Or even this pretty Deposed Crown Prince.”

The whisper that he could give him as a reward was something she would have just laughed off if she were in her right mind. But the fierce heat she was experiencing for the first time, the bodies pressed together, and the temptation involving the Devil’s power erased her reason.

“If it’s now, Elena. You can have him without any price.”

A bridge of the nose overflowing with elegance from any angle, a sensual jawline and curves of the lips reminiscent of a naked body. The Devil kissed the finger that was hesitating near them.

She did not pull away.

On the contrary, like a child who had just realized their hunger, she scanned his lips and then every inch of the Duke’s face. As her indulgence in fumbling with the soft skin under his eyes and the corners of his mouth grew more fervent, her impulses deepened.

What would his unblemished skin taste like if she licked it? How would it feel to leave a mark on this noble man with her teeth? If she were to lawlessly occupy his lips, would he loathe her?

Or would he be just as excited by her?

“Nngh……!”

The Devil, overhearing her desires, lightly bit her neck. Elena also fumbled with his neck, tightly woven with veins and muscles, with her lips before leaving a tooth mark. A small indentation, like a rude footprint left on snow-smooth skin that wouldn’t even last long, made her excited.

It felt like her heart would burst. Admiration and guilt for the beautiful man, awe and disillusionment. Pity and…….

Lust. It was far too impure and irrationally destructive. Elena relieved the boiling sensation while burying her face in his shoulder. She fumbled with his abs, which were split deeply enough to swallow a finger, and scratched the thick, protruding veins above his pelvic bone with her fingernails.

The knotted lower garment blocked her clumsy hand. The Devil made a path for her blind lust. When the thick waist string was grasped in her hand, Elena pulled it with the ignorance of not even having discerned what it was.

“That’s it.”

The Devil laughed and even held her hand over his underwear. As the cloth parted to the side, something surged up and struck her hand hard. Elena, reflexively looking down, ended up biting her tongue.

My God.

The lust that had been thick as fog cleared in an instant. It was a shock of that magnitude.

She had no experience, but it wasn’t her first time seeing a man’s body. She had seen more than enough of the bodies of humans caught in the Devil’s spell, engaging in orgies or m**********g.

But this was, I mean…….

The dark red pillar that had shot up from between his legs was, first of all, extraordinary in color. It was red like a venomous snake and black like the rotten flesh of a skinned beast. It was thrusting up so long that it seemed it would be shoved into her mouth if it bowed its head even slightly, and the sight of the sunken hole at the tip twitching was vividly visible.

Elena chose to deny the object before her eyes instead. Right. It can’t be real. There’s no way that belongs to a human.

“If it feels like a lie, check for yourself.”

The Devil grabbed the base of the p***s that had bulged out past his clothes. When he ran his large hand all the way up the dark red pillar, the underside, where veins were protruding as intricately as the roots of a parasitic plant, was vulgarly revealed. It was like a monstrosity parasitizing a beautiful body.

Dieter Conrad, whom she had met in the light, was a pure saint, yet to think he was hiding such a hideous body in the shadows. His shameful secret, both sacrilegious and lewd—did other people know about it too?

“There’s no way there would be anyone else.”

As if adding to that, the single phrase the Devil whispered was…….