Chapter 22
A twisted smirk formed on Deucalion’s lips.
“Look at me. Even on the day I lost you, it only takes your touch to arouse me, a mere animal… Are you satisfied now?”
“…”
“I’m just a filthy beast you’re saving.”
“But it’s me who defiled you, Deucalion.”
Pherenike calmly responded, then touched his abdomen. Her soft hips moved atop his firm lower body, finding a familiar position.
“Because I love you, I defile you.”
She followed her memories and instincts. From the moment she used the twisted Althea to bind his body, her own dampness had rubbed against Deucalion’s member. He was still standing.
Trying to escape the shame, Deucalion bit his lip and turned away.
“Only I can defile you like this.”
Pherenike leaned over him, gripping his face to turn it back towards her and whispered insistently.
Deucalion sometimes enjoyed having Pherenike on top. Specifically, watching her move on her own. She also occasionally enjoyed riding him.
Thus, they intertwined countless times like that. Pherenike, unlike her naive mouth skills, was quite adept in this way. She preferred him pressing down on her until she couldn’t breath, but time was short. In the end, the method didn’t matter.
Pherenike’s slender waist took unilateral control over the man’s huge body and moved erotically back and forth. The hem of her chiton, initially draped over her thighs, gradually pulled up with each movement.
The chiton that had loosely hung on her shoulders slipped down her arms and swayed downwards towards her lower body, gradually revealing her heaving chest. With each sway of her chest, the clothing that had been slowly sliding down barely covered her n*****s and repeatedly exposed them halfway.
However, Pherenike paid no attention to it and stood up straight, pressing down his manhood with her own weight. In that moment, the chiton that had been hanging from her arms slid down under her elbows, fully exposing her chest.
Completely exposed, her appearance was neater if she were fully naked. The lower hem of the chiton now pulled up and revealed her fair thighs. Her face still bore traces of his pale release. Her exposed n*****s were a soft pink.
Looking down at him as if searching through his mind, Pherenike lifted her skirt and held it in her mouth.
Her hand slipped beneath the undergarment that covered her secret place and between what seemed to be glimpses of her navel. Before long, there was a sound of delicate fabric tearing from within.
Without moving away from him in the slightest, Pherenike simply tore apart her undergarments that had been covering her modesty.
The thick tip parted her wetness. A single, long stroke through the parted gap was enough to make Deucalion’s center become drenched. It was all her arousal.
“Uh…”
“Deucalion, look at me.”
Through his tear-filled eyes, she appeared blurred.
The touch between them was electrifying. She craved him; he always craved her. Ecstasy came like nausea.
Deucalion cursed his desire, unsure whether he was cursing the desire itself or cursing her. But his desire had always been directed at this wretched girl, so distinguishing between the two seemed meaningless.
His large, immobile hand tensed. He wanted to fiercely push her away and at the same time grip and spread her hips. He wanted to bury his face like a god in her b*****s and bite her n*****s painfully. He wanted to enter her.
But if that was the case, he would rather grab the sword hanging on the wall and end his life.
Not long ago, this woman blushed just from a kiss. Now, this beloved woman was smeared with his c*m all over the place. He had defiled her. Despite loving her deeply, he defiled her like this.
As if he had driven her into the arms of another man.
He loathed the destiny of being the second son of Epicydes. Now, he hates himself more than his father.
Pherenike casually revealed her naked body to him. She looked down at him with an unfamiliar face.
She knew a man’s body, but it wasn’t him she knew.
That drove Deucalion mad. They were no longer each other’s only and everything. Her unfamiliar face felt like sand slipping through his fingers.
Everything special to him scattered at their feet. After this moment, he wouldn’t be able to hold onto anything.
She was the woman who had forsaken her life for him. He felt like he was going mad with jealousy, yet he had no right to be.
The sight of Actor Nikandros crushing Pherenike’s naked body passed before his eyes like a hallucination.
His limbs felt drained of blood and became powerless. Rage boiled at his fingertips that became paralyzed as if he was having a nightmare.
Even when the king’s hand spilled fabricated evidence against him, even in the council, he had never hated his brother this much.
This was the first time he wanted to tear Actor apart so much.
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