The Cat Who Weeps in the Dark - Chapter 48

Helion had barely stirred her, yet Katie’s core was already a slippery, yielding mess. Confirming her internal state, Helion slid another finger inside.

What began with one finger now routinely started with three. And with the recent addition of his pinky, a total of four fingers were now buried deep within her.

“I always think, but your taste is truly vulgar.”

“That’s treason against royalty don’t you think?.”

“I’m merely stating facts. A true knight should be able to point out their liege’s misdeeds.”

Katie groaned, overwhelmed by the sensation, but still stubbornly spat out her retort. Before, she might have ended it with a polite ‘You’re being mischievous.’ But not anymore.

She knew he wouldn’t cast her aside anyway, so there was no need to be careful. As she grew more accustomed to this bizarre relationship with him, she might even start cursing him later. Though, whether Helion would tolerate that remained to be seen.

“And you, who repeatedly climax from that vulgar man’s fingers, are just as vulgar.”

Helion twisted the corner of his mouth into a smirk, then thrust his hand in, as if to prove his point. His arm flexed with bulging veins, his strokes a fierce, almost unbearable speed.

Slap, slap. His cupped palm pummeled the front of her p***y as if flogging it. Each time his palm slapped against her, a stinging vibration assaulted her rigid c******s.

She tried to suppress her moans, but it was futile. From her parted lips, overwhelmed by the excessive fullness, escaped shameless cries that even she found embarrassing.

“Ahhng! Ung! Haaahhng!”

Her body thrashed wildly with his powerful thrusts. Losing her balance and swaying, Katie clutched Helion’s shoulder to steady herself. Helion’s shirt crumpled messily under her grip, tight with the intensity of her pleasure.

Helion was a man specialized in physical prowess. His movements, which had decapitated countless enemy commanders in war, were equally prominent in his hands.

Fingers of varying thickness and length jabbed and prodded her inner walls. Sometimes he would extend his hand, thrusting deep, and other times he would bend his knuckles, scraping roughly against her inner walls. His spread fingertips, scissoring like blades, stimulated her front and back, left and right simultaneously. It was a masterful technique, thoroughly scratching every itchy spot.

“Ahh! Huhh, ughhh…!”

His fierce, plunging strokes made her juices gush wildly. Whenever he hooked his fingers and pulled them out, the accumulated wetness would spill forth, dripping thuddingly. Then, as he thrust his hand back in, her stimulated inner walls would eject thick, syrupy fluid like ripe fruit.

He’d scrape out the liquid, and new liquid would surge, scrape it out again, and new liquid would surge again. It was a cycle that tormented Katie and delighted Helion, an extreme dynamic indeed.

Katie, unable to withstand the pleasure, tightened her legs around the man’s waist. This was Helion’s favorite moment. When she squeezed her thighs together, he would let out a deep moan, as if what she was constricting was his c**k and not his waist.

“Haaah…”

A low groan, his scent deepening when he was aroused. All of it fueled Katie’s own excitement.

‘I shouldn’t do this. Tomorrow, I’ll regret it again.’

It was truly a cruel bargain. To only be released by climaxing at her enemy’s hand. She used that excuse to lose herself and come every night, but she couldn’t stop the wave of self-loathing that crashed over her the next day.

But what good were such feelings? When night fell, Katie would inevitably walk to the bedroom of her own accord and repeat the same act.

What tormented Katie most was his spectator-like attitude.

‘If only he groaned with me, and we climaxed together, it would be less agonizing.’

While Katie groaned and twisted her whole body in agony, Helion would only occasionally toss out a groan, like giving charity. His expression, apart from those rare moments, was mostly peaceful. If it weren’t for his c**k, which became rock-hard every time, she might have even doubted that he was aroused too.

That was Katie’s only relief. That this man also got horny watching her. There was nothing more shameful than being horny and panting alone in front of a man who wasn’t even moved by her.

‘Since when did I start taking relief in such things?’

Even as these thoughts consumed her, her body continued to faithfully heat up. The same pace at which intense self-loathing surged. Katie, moaning in various ways, suddenly threw her head back.

“Hmph!”

The fingers that had been thrusting inside were now digging into a different spot than before. Without a chance to exhale the breath she had sharply inhaled, his fingers pressed down on that spot again, grinding into it.

“Ahh! Stop!”

“I thought you had time to think other thoughts.”

“Hngh, there, that’s… weird…! Ungh!”

Her belly convulsed with the overwhelming surge of pleasure. Her lower abdomen spontaneously tensed and released, causing her hole to clench and unclench. The finger buried deep inside repeatedly jabbed at that slightly swollen spot, rubbing it diligently as if to wear away fingerprints.