Tamed Monster - Chapter 114

“…Mm.”

He rolled it around, rolled it again, and finally sucked hard on the n****e he’d taken into his mouth. Even as he did, he met her gaze.

At this moment, there was no trace of resentment in his eyes. It was as if he’d truly forgotten what she’d done to him five days ago. It felt like the instant he let go of her n****e, his memory might snap back into place.

“Mm, tasty. I really tried to hold back, you know. But that sweet smell is just everywhere…”

He kept mumbling with her n****e clenched between his teeth, and inevitably, his teeth scraped against it now and then.

Sylvia fought desperately to hold back a moan, biting hard into the inside of her cheek—until he shoved his fingers between her lips, stopping her from doing even that. Stupid, yet at times frighteningly perceptive, that was the kind of monster he was.

“Mmm… ngh. I’m so turned on. I just want to shove it inside and come already…”

The monster’s inner thoughts spilled out without restraint. He was more than capable of doing exactly that, right here and now, and Sylvia was certain that they would end up having s*x today.

Watching him knead the b*****s he’d held back from touching until now, as if possessed, made it clear his patience was at its limit. Sylvia, too, was barely holding back her own sounds.

“……”

“Hah… but I still haven’t gotten that apology.”

Earlier, the monster had demanded an apology, and of course Sylvia hadn’t given him one. If anyone owed an apology, it was him who should do the apologizing. Even taking into account the fact that she’d stabbed his neck, her answer hadn’t changed.

As he straightened up and slowly moved away, Sylvia’s expression hardened.

“Disappointed?”

He chuckled softly as he asked, watching her instinctively try to lift her upper body to follow him. Only then did Sylvia realize what kind of reaction she’d just shown. She clenched her lips tight and forced herself back down.

Swish—slap.

Swish—slap!

The hand wrapping his c**k produced a steady, obscene sound. He let out a low hum of amusement. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he climbed up onto it and began to m********e with a languid expression.

Reduced to nothing more than something to look at, Sylvia found the sight utterly unappealing. When she turned her eyes away, he spoke.

“Don’t act stubborn—look over here. Or should I just shove this straight into your hole today?”

Her body was already craving s*x with him. Drawn in by the threat, Sylvia unwittingly lowered her gaze and finally took a proper look at the shape of the organ trapped in his large hand.

It had already morphed back into the form it had taken that day—right before she’d drawn the dagger. A chill ran through her entire body.

“…Ah.”

“I’m going to stuff it into every hole you’ve got. I’ll keep pounding until you’re stretched wide and ruined.”

If it had been a more ordinary shape, Sylvia might have been unbearably aroused at this moment. But what lay before her now was something neither her reason nor her instincts could savor.

Her bound wrists twitched. She wanted to run—yet she couldn’t take her eyes away, obeying the monster’s command.

“Hah, I should really block that hole tight. You’d go crazy with pleasure then. So why am I… even holding back…?”

Why was he, after seeing her terror-stricken face, not lunging at her in excitement, but instead m**********g alone like this?

Veins stood out at his temples as Kuinan spat out curses. The harsh, hissing sounds of the monster’s language made her legs tremble, and soon she began to leak small, broken sobs.

Kuinan hated women who cried. Even among female monsters, there were those who specialized in fake tears. When they did that, what had he done to them again…? As he blankly smeared pre-c*m over his c**k, the memory resurfaced.

‘Half-killed them, probably.’

There was a vast difference between what humans meant by ‘half-killed’ and what a monster meant by it. Monsters did not exaggerate. When they said someone was half-killed, it meant they were truly halfway to death—at the very least, with limbs torn to pieces.

If he tore off one of this woman’s arms or legs with his bare hands, she’d die instantly.

That wouldn’t be ‘half-killing’ her—it would be killing her outright. Then what about breaking them instead of tearing them off? It would hurt terribly, but she probably wouldn’t die right away.

“Ghk…”

“……”

Sensing danger in the cold gaze looking down at her, she forcibly swallowed her sobs. Kuinan came to his senses.

Strangely, the single tear that slid down her cheek didn’t look so ugly right now. She cried in such a pitiful, almost endearing way. It didn’t seem like she was trying to look pretty—but she did.

“Again.”

“…Huh?”

“Cry again.”

He stopped his hand just before climax. To really enjoy himself, he felt he needed to see her cry. If she let two or three more tears spill out in a row, he was sure he’d reach the peak of pleasure.