The Beast of the Albard Mansion - Chapter 44

The sensation was so unfamiliar that I couldn’t help but scream. I reached out and grabbed Desi’s arm because his hand kept moving in strange ways.

“Desi!”

I tensed my lower abdomen. My body easily accepted Desi’s fingers, sliding in smoothly because I was sufficiently wet.

“A lot came out.”

Desi moved his hand vigorously as if he wanted me to hear the sound. The obscene squelching echoed vividly in my ears. Even though I hadn’t wet myself, it was as damp as if I had made that mistake.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling.

“Seli, Seli.”

Desi called my name, his voice tinged with laughter. Despite his calling, I couldn’t open my eyes. My breath was ragged, my body hot, and I was trembling with embarrassment.

“I like you so much, Seli. You’re so lovely. I just want to have all of you— to devour you.”

Desi kept talking as he licked different parts of my body. I wanted to cover my ears. His words tickled too much, making me feel strange.

I kept my eyes shut tightly until Desi spread my legs and buried his face there. When I felt his hot breath between my legs, I had no choice but to sit up abruptly.

“D-Desi.”

What I saw was shocking. I had never imagined such a scene in my life. Desi had his head buried between my legs.

Desi was licking and sucking there. Each time his tongue touched, my body jolted. Even as I twisted my body, I couldn’t escape Desi’s grasp. I couldn’t change the embarrassing position of having my legs spread for him.

“No, d-don’t!”

Desi’s mouth was too busy licking me to answer. He explored me as if he were a thirsty person drinking sweet nectar.

The sensation of his hot tongue on my most sensitive area was too lewd. When I tried to close my legs, Desi held my thighs and pressed them down.

I had to spread my legs and expose myself to him.

I didn’t realize how sensitive that area was. Despite it being my body, I had no idea. Just lying there, my breathing became labored, my body heated up, and the tingling sensation coursed through me. Trying to ignore it by shutting my eyes only intensified the feeling.

I seemed to reach a threshold. It felt like if I went beyond this point, I wouldn’t be able to bear it.

“Stop… Please, stop now!”

I pleaded desperately. My body trembled, and tears welled up in my eyes.

Desi finally lifted his head, licking his lips. His sharp canines peeked through as he grinned mischievously. Seeing his face, wet and gleaming, made me feel incredibly embarrassed.

I stared at Desi in a daze, trying to catch my breath. The lingering heat made it hard to move.

“You’re crying?”

Desi wiped my eyes. I nodded weakly, feeling pitiful, then snapped back to my senses.

“How could you lick me there!”

I couldn’t bear to look at Desi’s glistening lips, so I reached out to wipe around his mouth. Desi licked his lips again, his red tongue looking as sweet as candy.

“You taste good.”

“Don’t say things like that…”

Desi, who knew no shame. Desi, who was so brazen.

How could anyone in the world be so shameless and vulgar? Yet, I couldn’t look away from him. I stared at him as though I was his prey waiting to be devoured.

“Seli.”

Noticing my gaze, Desi climbed up. His pants slipped down, and I saw a man’s body part for the first time. I widened my eyes in surprise.

His e***t member, with bulging veins, twitched with his movements. Finally, I understood what the housekeeper had told me.

Sister had described it beautifully and gently, but the housekeeper had been more explicit and direct.

The first night could be painful and cause tearing. It might hurt, but you have to endure it. Don’t expect your relations with your husband to be pleasant. While a man’s body is designed to feel desire easily, a woman’s isn’t, so bear with it.

In contrast, Sister said this: That night is about cherishing and loving each other. If you care for each other, it won’t hurt. Women can also feel happiness.

Standing between these two opinions, I hesitated. Looking at Desi’s member made me side with the housekeeper. It seemed likely that there would be pain, tearing, and injury.

But remembering the pleasure I felt moments ago and looking at Desi, trembling with desire, made me lean towards Sister’s view.

“Seli, don’t be scared. You don’t have to do this.”

Desi smiled as he kissed me on the cheek. He held me and lay down beside me, gently caressing me.

“I can do it alone.”

“Alone?”

“Yeah.”

“How do you do it alone?”

“You don’t need to know that.”

“Have you done it alone a lot?”

“You don’t need to know that either.”

Desi buried his face in the crook of my neck, groaning. Despite trying to appear calm, he seemed as anxious as someone holding back their desires. He moved slowly, his body flushed with heat.

I lowered my hand to touch Desi’s center, and his body jerked.

“Aah.”

Watching Desi’s embarrassed expression, I explored that area. Desi bit his lower lip and whined, moving his hips slightly while clinging to me.

He seemed to be in pain and discomfort, yet he didn’t push my hand away. In Desi’s state, I saw the raw essence of desire.

With the tantalizing sensation that seemed so close yet just out of reach, Desi moved his hips lewdly.

It seemed he was truly shameless, moving his hips and panting while I watched so closely.

At that moment, Desi, who had been bowing his head, raised his eyes. His slightly upturned eyes looked suggestive.

He didn’t avoid my gaze. Instead, he seemed more excited by the fact that I was watching, breathing heavily. His slightly parted mouth was bright red, and his sharp canines gleamed.

Desi’s sweat-drenched body looked sleek, and his bulging muscles seemed full of life. Though I was the one touching Desi, it was him who was panting with excitement. Just watching him made my body heat up and tingle.

I pulled Desi closer.

Accepting Desi was not as easy as I thought. It felt like I was being torn apart, and there was blood. It hurt, and my legs tingled.

Even so, I didn’t push Desi away. There was a tight, rising satisfaction. The pain gradually subsided, replaced by a trembling pleasure that spread throughout my body.