The Cat Who Weeps in the Dark - Chapter 43

It was that peculiar silence she had experienced before. Like that time when she had been completely aroused by his scent and screamed.

What followed the silence was a stinging pain. Even after several days, the marks of that day still lingered on her neck.

Back then, her neck had been pierced, but it was highly likely that this time, it wouldn’t be her neck. It felt as if a more intimate, hidden place deep inside her would be ravaged.

Katie couldn’t stand it anymore and looked up at the man. Did he feel her gaze? Finally, the man’s lips parted.

“This is the most obscene exhibition in the entire history of the Empire’s art.”

It was a description that couldn’t better express his feelings. The woman’s body, clad only in a shirt, was excessively lewd.

Her hairless p***y was entirely flushed pink, twitching its small opening. As if on guard, or perhaps in anticipation.

Her parted thighs next to it were a translucent ivory. Silky skin, looking soft to the touch, trembled delicately over well-honed muscles.

But the most e****c thing was her face. The expression of unbearable shame, even as she bit her shirt, pulling it up as if begging to be seen. In her downcast eyes, there was both resignation to an unchangeable situation and a deep hostility towards him.

Ah. This makes me genuinely curious about her true identity, which I said I wouldn’t ask about again. Just what kind of woman is this? Is she the kingdom’s spy that the bat warned about? Or could she be an assassin sent by Damian to seduce him? Or, perhaps, she’s just a pathetic knight with nothing to hide, yet terrified by his pressure into opening her legs.

“Katie. Aren’t you curious about the answer to the question I asked before?”

Helion raised a hand and stroked her splayed thighs, moving from above her knee to her hip. His hand, tracing the outer curve of her flesh, subtly delved inward.

Katie didn’t answer. Perhaps it was because her mouth was full of the shirt.

“You got the answer right. Her eyes were dark brown, like an old tree.”

Katie’s face twisted ferociously in that instant. As she seemed about to spit out what was in her mouth, Helion raised his other hand and blocked her lips.

“Uuugh!”

Her muffled lips let out a harsh groan, unable to spit out the shirt. Helion chuckled, sliding his hand further inward.

“I never said you were wrong. You were the one who got scared and accepted the deal.”

“Uuughh!”

As soon as his fingers slipped into the split of her p***y, her thighs clamped shut. But his large body, wedged between them, prevented her from stopping his movements.

The p***y his fingers fumbled with was still dry.

“You were soaking wet before I even touched you, but today you’re acting like a real virgin. Did you really make up your mind?”

Helion sneered, moving his fingers forward. Katie’s hips twitched at the brazen pressure on her c******s.

But it was a futile resistance. The more she moved, the more it seemed like she was rubbing her p***y against his fingers herself.

“How do you want me to rub it, kitty?”

Helion scissored the folds of her p***y open, then flicked the hidden pearl with his middle finger.

“I can be rough, like this.”

“Hoo… uhp.”

This time, he placed his finger on the nub and slowly massaged it in circles.

“Or I can touch you gently.”

In truth, either method was enough to ignite Katie. Though her eyes screamed that she wanted to tear him apart, her body faithfully responded to his touch.

Her body had already been claimed by his hands. Her c******s was like a button; just pressing it made her juices slowly seep out from below.

Helion dipped his fingertip in the flowing precum and brought it before Katie’s eyes. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, then slowly pulled them apart, a transparent thread stretching and breaking between them.

“It doesn’t seem to matter much either way. It looks like you just love my touch.”

“Uhh! Uhh!”

“The more you struggle and say no, the more turned on I get.”

Helion grinned mischievously and brought his hand back down. As if to prove his arousal, his touch was rougher than before.

He pinched her c******s, which was already flushed from a light touch, then lightly slapped it with his palm. Slap, slap. The c******s, swollen with pain, quickly grew in size and hardened.

“I told you before. When I see something stiff, I want to break it. So, what should I do, kitty?”