Our Make-Believe Ends Here - Chapter 70

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The wet, squelching sound of skin and fluid rubbing together filled the space on all sides. The room was now steeped in lewd traces that anyone stepping into this bedroom would recognize. The heat of their lovemaking boiled over, enough to burn away even the cool freshness of the hydrangeas she’d brought with her.

“Ha-ahh…!”

Luirene reached her peak first. Her entrance, already pried open and scraped by the combined assault of fingers and tongue, could no longer withstand the stinging rapture spreading through her belly and gushed a thin tide.

Hitaon, without the slightest thought of wiping the fluid drenching his palm, rubbed it over the shaft of his own c**k and licked at the bud of her b****t. He didn’t even roll it in his mouth—just lapped at it with his red tongue fully visible, making it feel all the more ravenous.

His lower belly had turned rigid. That strange, just-before-climax sensation swept over him. Hitaon straightened his torso and kissed her—brutally, almost mercilessly rough—then pressed his own length against her below. Perhaps because it was already slick and sticky, tangled in the traces of everything they’d done, even the sensation of skin rubbing against skin was enough to make her back arch in rapture.

“Young— young master…! Ah.”

“Mm…”

He answered, but there was no sincerity in it. He already seemed half out of his mind, reacting on pure instinct. Luirene felt the tip of his arousal pushing deep inside her softened entrance and clutched his forearm desperately.

“Ah— the sounds… I can’t hold back…”

“You can let them out.”

Luirene shook her head frantically, her face crumpled near tears. Even in the midst of this, Hitaon found it remarkable that she could still worry about such things. He was already losing his mind—no, he had lost it—and yet she still had the presence of mind to care about their surroundings.

But the moment his eyes fell on her calf, the fever that had been carving away at his reason subsided in a single breath. That was the instant he caught sight of the cruel scar—the one carved when he’d lost control and she’d been swept up in it. Hitaon let out a thick, heavy exhale and flipped Luirene over.

“Ah…!”

“I’m sorry. I can’t hold back.”

If they wanted to keep the noise from growing any louder, stopping would have been ideal—but that was beyond the realm of possibility. Luirene’s body below seemed to be saying the same thing. Perhaps from the unbearable stimulation, she buried her face deep into the bed.

Hitaon raised her hips and spread her apart. Beneath the glistening, swollen folds, fluid was dripping steadily. He wasn’t thirsty, yet a thirst rose in him. Hitaon gripped himself and pressed the head against her entrance, sliding in smoothly.

Luirene’s waist trembled.

“…Nn.”

A tiny sound escaped—a moan, stifled as she curled her tongue back to keep it from growing louder. Hitaon felt a surge of tenderness at that desperate, darling gesture. And that feeling transformed into motion.

“……!”

“Haa…”

The moment he drove in to the very root, a sensation so dizzyingly sweet it nearly blinded him spread through his body. As he prodded into the clenching depths, the tip of his arousal was gripped snugly tight. The dense pressure made his lower half throb even more tautly.

Hitaon settled onto his knees, gripped her waist firmly, and began to move—slowly. With each forward and back rock of his body, hers swayed along with him. His breathing tore out in ragged bursts, locked in rhythm with the thrusting that stirred her insides and pulled out again.

“Hnnn… nn.”

“Hoo.”

The flesh inside, flushed burning hot, coiled around his length. Every time he tilted his hips slightly and drove in at a deeper angle, the pale flesh of Luirene’s backside dimpled inward.

He watched her waist arch supple as a cat’s. Hitaon swept aside the black hair spreading across her nape. Her head was bowed low, the slender back of her neck laid bare—flushed a sweet, peachy pink.

“When you’re aroused, this part goes red too, Luirene.”

“Ng— mmph…”

“I never knew. We’ve always done it face-to-face.”

He pressed a seal of lips to this newly discovered spot and moved in rhythm. Each time he thrust in to the very end while gripping her waist tight, then pulled out, Luirene’s body shook as if wringing out pleasure. The bedding beneath them crumpled into a mess, tracing wet stains across the fabric.