Chapter 36
Squish, squelch. A lewd sound escaped as her p***y rubbed against his hand.
“Haaahng, hngh! Aahh!”
Katie moaned, her face lost in ecstasy. When she pushed her pelvis forward, his thumb pressed down on her c**t. Conversely, when she pulled her pelvis back, his other fingers stimulated her p***y.
Her body felt strange. The sensation, exceeding its limits, made her want to run away immediately, yet at the same time, she yearned for more, for an even stronger pleasure, murmuring, ‘More, more.’
Perhaps it wasn’t her body that was strange, but her mind, given this. She kept doing things she would never normally do.
“You know what, Katie? I’ve thought this many times while looking at you.”
“Ahht! Hngh!”
“How aroused I got every time you glared at me. Your expression kept coming to mind—how you’d sob, completely defenseless, with your lower half exposed to my hand.”
Helion accelerated the hand that was rocking her. Faster, harder. He gripped her b******s until red handprints were left, kneading them freely, making her float on his palm.
Her lower half was already drenched with c*m, making the movements easier. Each time her squelching flesh moved across his dry palm, Helion moaned in satisfaction.
Damp and warm. A never-before-felt surge of exhilaration coursed down his spine every time the plump mounds, split on both sides, were crushed beneath his palm.
“Those eyes are the problem. Those damp, moist eyes, like your tiny hole.”
Many people had gray eyes. Though it was a color only 1% of the empire possessed, given his status, it wasn’t impossible for him to find.
He had brought countless women into his bedroom. Yet, no woman could make his d**k hard.
In that sense, Katie was special. Too precious to discard after just playing with her once.
“How many times have I thought about putting my tongue in those eyes? If it were possible, I would have already plucked them out, put them in my mouth, and rolled them around. Or maybe f****d them until those round things were deeply gouged.”
“Ahh! Khh, stop! Uwaahng!”
He knew. Katie was in no state to understand his words right now. She was too busy letting out shrill screams, unable to withstand the intense pleasure, trembling uncontrollably.
Nevertheless, Helion endured his ragged breaths and continued speaking.
“Understand, Kitty? You have to be prepared for at least that much if you want to provoke me.”
It might have ended as a one-time curiosity, this fleeting attraction. But it was Katie, and no one else, who had driven that simple feeling to this extreme.
She had accepted his favor and instantly became his escort knight. If she had then acted sweet, like candy in his mouth, Helion would have long lost interest and treated her as an ordinary knight.
But Katie remained stiff to the very end. Her unyielding posture, standing ramrod straight without the slightest disarray during duty, and the unwavering tip of her sword that struck down enemies without mercy, kept arousing him.
“I’m a twisted person. When I see something stiff, I want to bend it, no matter what. Even if it breaks, I have no regrets.”
He wondered how long that unyielding facade could last. He wanted to see when it would collapse, so he kept poking and prodding her.
That was why he offered her coffee, even knowing it was poison.
Yet, Katie remained steadfast. How could she? To get so angry and leave, only to reappear the next day as if nothing had happened—such stubbornness.
When Cheche said she thought Katie wouldn’t come back that day, Katie replied, “Unauthorized absence is grounds for dismissal.”
‘A clear, sound argument.’
Helion was extremely pleased with that answer. So much so that he laughed all day at that trivial response.
It was amusing. Why did that answer remind him of his past benefactor’s words?
Katie’s bluntness, and the righteous character that even that couldn’t conceal, reminded him of the little girl who had saved him in the past. That must be why. Despite her mysterious identity, Helion kept wanting to place her in his hands.
Helion loosely released the hand that had been gripping her b******s. However, the speed of her p***y moving across his palm remained.
Unbeknownst to herself, Katie was panting, frantically thrusting her hips on her own. Her tender flesh was being crushed against his rough palm, her erogenous zones ruthlessly stimulated.
Pleased by this sight, Helion pressed the tip of his thumb into her c**t, almost digging into it. Her thighs trembled violently and splayed wide, her hips arching upwards.
“Haaahng!”
“That’s it. Just like that.”
“Ah, please! Hngh! No more…!”
Helion’s eyes crinkled in a smile. If she truly wanted him to stop, she shouldn’t be acting like this.
“If you want to stop me, cry prettier, Kitty.”
She should be desperate, clinging to him, begging for more. Only then would Helion, intoxicated by her stubbornness, snap back to his senses.
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