Rofan Rule #1: Don’t You Dare Break the Original Story - Chapter 22

As expected of a male lead, the description held true. Even just the head filled her mouth. And she didn’t have the skills that female leads in stories usually possessed. Keeping her lips tightly sealed, she circled her tongue around him. When she stimulated the sensitive ridge beneath the head, she could feel the veins throb.

A body that had never properly even pleasured itself in his entire life. And now, without warning, his lower half was exposed and his member was being sucked again and again. It was an overwhelming stimulation that he couldn’t endure, physically or mentally.

Unable to hold back, Logan gripped her shoulders and let out ragged breaths.

“Mmmh… Anne Ag— aah.”

Anne raised her eyes crookedly. Was he really going to call her by her full name even now? She didn’t like that at all. As if punishing him, Anne rubbed the shaft in her hand hard all the way to the base.

Just like before, Logan let out a pathetic moan and writhed.

“Ugh, st, stop!”

Anne didn’t listen to his refusal at all. It wasn’t as if she was doing this out of kindness. This was treatment. Treatment.

Since it was finally standing properly, she had to see it through to the end. It didn’t look like Logan had the strength to escape anyway. Not that she intended to let him. Anne worked the rigid flesh with both hands and sucked the tip as if it were candy.

Because of that, Logan was on the verge of going mad. The s****l pleasure he was experiencing for the first time in his life was overwhelming. At the soft, moist sensation, his body twitched on its own. Whenever she drew him in, his hips moved in small, involuntary motions.

Anne looked up and observed his reaction. By now, Logan’s e******n was extremely firm. It was stiff enough to be used as a coat hanger. Even the pre-c*m that kept leaking and flowing into her mouth. It didn’t look like he had any dysfunction at all.

‘Did he lie just to break the engagement?’

The suspicion was only natural. Logan hadn’t liked this engagement very much. Still, he couldn’t have gone that far, could he? If the length was functioning normally, then the only remaining issue would be the damaged part at the root.

With one hand, Anne lightly felt beneath the base. The skin there felt cooler than elsewhere. When her fingertips touched the pouch that now held only half its contents, Logan immediately flinched.

“Th, that place…”

Regardless, Anne gently explored the sac. Along the boundary, one side held a round t******e, but the other was only an empty shell. When she rubbed a little harder, as if pinching, she felt a tiny lump no bigger than her thumbnail. This must be the remaining fragment.

The hand Logan had placed on her shoulder tightened instinctively. But Anne didn’t pay much attention. It didn’t hurt, and she could easily shake him off if needed.

She ran her lips once more along the length, then released it. The shaft glistened with saliva. Impressive, but she no longer needed to examine it. Gripping the base, covered with fine hair, she boldly lifted it upward.

There was clearly nothing wrong with the organ itself. Even now it bobbed, pressing against her nose. If there was a problem, it must be here. Perhaps one couldn’t easily do the work of two alone. With careful fingers, Anne traced the folds of the sac. Contrary to her concern, a strong male scent rose from it.

As if offering a belated apology, Anne carefully attended to the remaining half and a little more. She pressed her lips against the skin, even taking it gently into her mouth. When she teased along the boundary with her tongue, the rock-hard e******n responded by striking lightly against her face.

“Haa… ha…”

Logan’s body trembled. Anne Agnes was sucking and touching the most vulnerable part of him. It was a strange sensation, different from the stimulation of his shaft. He couldn’t believe this was reality.

Logan lowered his eyes as if to confirm it. But the moment he saw her bright blond hair, a chill ran down his spine. It was fear carved into his bones. He was afraid she might crush what remained as well.

But when a person became too overwhelmed, pleasure and fear became indistinguishable. At the moment he thought his legs were giving way, the built-up sensation burst out of him with a shameful sound.

“Nnngh—!”

White fluid shot out from the opening and scattered across Anne’s face. Her round forehead, straight brows, small nose, and red lips were covered one after another. Startled, Anne jerked her head back.

But Logan wasn’t finished. His strong legs trembled helplessly as he released more. When it splattered onto her chest and skirt as well, Anne pushed herself backward completely.

“Haa… haa…”

Logan bent forward. The overwhelming pleasure of release. And then, the crushing shame that followed. What in the world had just happened. Even his breathing was unsteady, and his mind was in complete chaos.