Chapter 165
His stunningly handsome face tilted, eyes curving with amusement. The way he phrased it—so deliberately suggestive—made her flush hotter.
“D-Don’t twist my words! It’s only fair!”
“Of course. You’re free to want me anytime. I’m yours, after all.”
Before she could protest being painted as some shameless woman demanding nudity, he flicked open his buttons—tuk, tuk—one by one. The parted fabric revealed a sculpted chest, every muscle defined like carved marble.
Jaha stared dumbly as his clothes slid off his broad shoulders, some primal part of her reacting to the sight with rising heat.
Once his upper half was bare, he unbuckled his belt. The moment his pants loosened, the massive flesh trapped uncomfortably inside sprang free.
Jaha’s breath caught in her throat.
‘…That’s going inside me?’
Her heated arousal cooled in an instant, as if it had all been a lie. Jaha’s pupils trembled violently.
Deal with that? Impossible. When she’d seen it in videos, it was easy to play the detached spectator, even cheering for the more impressive specimens—but now that it was her turn, the reality was different.
It was unreal. The sheer size alone was terrifying, the thick veins bulging ominously. And the fact that it was a soft, pretty shade of cherry blossom pink only made it more grotesque.
Paling, Jaha shrank back, scooting her hips away. This wasn’t just s*x—this was interspecies.
“W-Wait. I’m sorry to say this now, but… I don’t think this is going to work.”
“What do you mean?”
“I—I don’t have the confidence.”
She knew it sounded selfish, like she was backing out after getting hers, but honestly, anyone with a conscience would understand. How was she supposed to handle a weapon of that caliber?
“You won’t know until you try.”
He smiled gently. And it wasn’t just his length that was infuriating—his entire being had that same unbearable charm. Jaha’s face twisted in despair as she flailed.
“I don’t need to try to know. This isn’t happening.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
“No, you absolutely will.”
“Trust me, Jaha.”
“This isn’t about trust! It’s physically impossible!”
“It’s physically possible.”
His tone left no room for argument.
Sure, in theory. Biologically, women are built to push out entire babies. But why take that risk for a fleeting moment of pleasure? This is the only body I’ve got—I should be protecting it, not gambling with it!
“Put yourself in my shoes. If someone tried to put something like that in you, how would you feel?”
“Why imagine something that would never happen?”
His shameless reply left her speechless. When she just glared at him in disbelief, he had the nerve to look fond.
“If it hurts or you don’t like it, I’ll stop immediately. I’ll take my time, do everything to help you adjust… Please, Jaha.”
Just try it once, okay?
The hushed whisper sent a shiver down Jaha’s spine. The deep, stomach-rumbling tone made her thighs tense and her insides clench tight.
As if under a spell, she nodded without realizing it.
“Good choice.”
A beastly smile, unbefitting that refined face, spread slowly.
By the time Jaha snapped back to her senses with a silent Oh no, it was already too late. His lips sealed hers shut, leaving no room for protest.
“Mmph, nn…”
The thick, intoxicating kiss melted her mind into a hazy mess.
Her tense body relaxed, strength draining away as sweet helplessness took over. It felt like she was turning into a fool.
A thick finger slid between her legs, gliding over her slick folds before gathering her wetness and circling her c**t. Even without direct contact, the teasing touch to her already-sensitive bud made her hips tremble.
Jaha already knew what pleasure those fingers could bring. And though she knew exactly what awaited her if she allowed this, she couldn’t refuse.
If she had never known, maybe she could’ve stubbornly resisted. But her body, remembering the fierce ecstasy, craved it again.
“Ah, ngh!”
She came with a gush of heat before he’d even touched her properly. Legs twisting, she instinctively ground herself against him.
It was nothing like when she did it alone. This was so much better. Even the smooth, velvety texture of his silk gloves added to the strange, delicious pleasure.
“No need to beg—I’ll give you all the attention you need. Don’t worry, Jaha.”
Scolding her, his fingers pinched her c**t, and Jaha came lightly with a gasp.
Into the wetness that pulsed below, he promptly inserted his middle finger. Though his fingers were long and thick-jointed, the slick folds accepted them easily. As he rolled her c**t with his other hand and moved in slow strokes, her body—still warm and needing no further preparation—was soon engulfed in pleasure.
“Hng? Ah, ngh, uhn!”
Her head fell back as she trembled, and when he caressed her quivering stomach, he slid another finger into her loosened entrance. The fluttering inner walls clenched deliciously around his fingers, threatening to drive her mad.
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