The Cat Who Weeps in the Dark - Chapter 49

“Haaah, hah.”

Katie threw her head back, mouth agape. Her back arched as if it would snap, her b*****s thrusting upwards. Her sweat-soaked shirt clung to her skin, pulled taut.

At that moment, the hand tormenting her insides abruptly stopped.

“Uh!”

But Katie couldn’t stop the shiver. It was inertia. Just as a galloping horse couldn’t stop instantly, pleasure couldn’t be cut off just because the hand stopped.

Thankfully, time was a balm. In the uncomfortable silence, where only their breaths could be heard, Katie’s trembling body gradually began to calm.

Katie felt a sense of relief, yet also a hint of disappointment.

Just a little more, and she could have reached it. She glanced down to see Helion staring intensely at something, his face rigid.

“Where on earth are you looking… Guh.”

Her question was cut short. The back of her shirt collar was yanked, and her body, which had just returned to its position, was thrown backward again.

Katie choked on the shirt pressing against her throat, erupting in violent coughs.

“Let me go!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

His voice was several times more dangerous than usual. A husky, sharp, warning tone that suggested he might lunge at her at any moment.

Helion pulled out the hand that had been churning inside her and pressed down on the exposed skin between her parted shirt. When he lifted his hand, the sticky c*m stretched, forming a thin thread.

Only then did Katie realize what he had been staring at. Her usually loose shirt, which always covered her b*****s, was drenched today. Because her body was arched backward, the curves of her b*****s were even more exposed. More than that, her stiff, e***t n*****s, rigid with excitement, were pushing against her shirt, threatening to burst through.

“Is this a gift prepared for me to see?”

“Of course not!”

“Refuting me in this state only makes you look coy.”

Katie rarely wore underwear. Undergarments that shaped the b*****s and enhanced clothing lines were unnecessary for a knight. For this reason, female knights would often bind their b*****s with bandages instead of underwear, to keep them from bouncing during intense movement.

Today, before getting onto Helion’s bed, Katie had skipped the bandages after washing. She had grown careless because Helion had only ever fixated on tormenting her lower half, and she wanted to avoid the hassle of repeatedly unwrapping and re-wrapping bandages when she’d have to wash again after this sordid transaction was over.

“It’s really not… ngh.”

“How long do you plan to act shy when your n*****s are standing up like this?”

Helion slid his hand sideways. His wet fingers moved upwards along her mound.

“This is… just a physiological reaction,” Katie said, trying to sound nonchalant. But she couldn’t stop the tremor in her voice. His index finger touched the edge of her areola. Helion stopped there, not advancing his finger further.

“Right. A typical reaction when your body is hot.”

Helion chuckled softly, then spun his finger in circles over her areola. His finger was tantalizingly close to her peak, yet never quite touching.

Strangely, her breath grew rougher and rougher. The tips of her n*****s tingled. His hand was only touching her areola, yet she couldn’t understand why other, innocent places felt itchy.

Her lower region, left unsatisfied, and her n*****s, left untouched. Her body kept twitching with the simultaneous ache of longing from both spots.

“Ah…”

Helion’s eyes darkened when he heard her yearning gasp. His gaze was as sinister as his now deeply lowered voice.

“What do you want me to do, Kitty?”

His finger accidentally brushed against her n****e, as if by mistake. It was a fleeting, subtle touch, too brief to be considered intentional.

Katie involuntarily twisted her hips. The sensation was unbearably tantalizing. Just once. Just once, she wished he’d properly touch her n****e. No, she wanted him to grasp it firmly and twist it, to finally alleviate this itch.

“Hngh.”

“I get that you’re practically dying of pleasure, but try saying something other than groans.”

Even with Helion coaxing her, Katie remained silent. She merely grunted, rubbing her pliable p***y clumsily against his c**k.

Helion could no longer bear it and stood up. The groaning woman’s body tipped backward, her position instantly inverted.

Her shirt, soaked with sweat and now further smeared with the juices from his hand, was transparently revealing her skin, to the point where wearing it served no purpose.

It was a gradation that drove a man wild. Milky skin, framed by circular pink areolas. And at their very center, granular, cherry-red n*****s.

He wanted to twist and pinch those n*****s until they turned a dark, bruised red. So much so that Katie would be too ashamed to expose her body to anyone. Even if someone were to see, they would plainly know that she had been thoroughly handled by another’s hands.

“Tell me to take it off. Or tell me to touch you.”

Helion urged, grinding his enraged c**k against her thigh. With his large hand, he cupped her b****t from underneath, grasping it firmly. A satisfied groan involuntarily escaped him at the heavy fullness.

So, she had been hiding something like this under these loose clothes. He felt as if he finally understood why Katie always wore clothes a size too big.

Damn it. Holding it in his hand only intensified his thirst. His patience, barely held together by the singular thought of prolonging his interest, was on the verge of collapsing.

It was then, as he struggled in this tug-of-war between instinct and reason, that it happened.

Had she read his mind? Katie lifted a trembling hand, then, as if making a decision, began to undo her buttons.