Chapter 166
If she had her way, she’d take him inside her right now. If his fingers alone could make her this wet, then she was meant to swallow his c**k whole.
The tight entrance might struggle at first, but eventually, it would mold to his shape and welcome him gladly. Yet he held back. He didn’t want to hurt her.
Suppressing his raging instincts, he moved his hand steadily. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging in his neck, but he gritted his teeth and refused to rush. Enduring the urge to lose himself, he carefully added another finger, stretching her bit by bit.
“Ngh, hiiik, haaah!”
A moan tore from her as her back arched. Fluid spilled from her depths, soaking his tensed wrist. The white glove had long been drenched from the slickness she’d spilled with each climax.
“Th-That’s enou— ngh…”
As he tried to add another finger, Jaha weakly protested, her voice strained. She didn’t even have the strength to close her legs. Her words slurred as if her mind had melted.
“J-Just a break…”
“If we stop now, you’ll tighten up again, and we’ll have to start over. Are you sure?”
The thought of repeating the process when she was already exhausted made her hesitate.
“Just bear with it a little longer,” he coaxed gently.
His fingers, teasing her entrance, pushed in again. Jaha relented—his reasoning wasn’t wrong.
‘I should just endure a bit more…’
But her resolve shattered when he rubbed her c**t and thrust his fingers deep, filling her completely.
A thick bundle of fingers dug in to the root each time, the creaking friction between her legs, the sensation of silk gloves rubbing inside, the touch teasing her most sensitive ridge.
A sound escaped Jaha’s lips, lost to the pleasure that bordered on torment. Her vision blurred from the steady stream of tears. Her heart pounded as euphoria, as if squeezing her insides, spread through her entire body.
Overwhelmed by the arduous ecstasy, Jaha slumped forward, only her chest rising and falling. She needed to breathe deeply through her nose, but her mouth only gasped rapidly. Her entire body, ravaged by pleasure, tingled numbly.
I can’t take it. I can’t go any further.
The moment she thought that, a slippery liquid added to the already soaked space between her legs. Lubricant. He, who had nearly emptied an entire bottle without restraint, pressed something thick and heavy firmly against her entrance.
Jaha panicked. Even without looking, she knew what it was—its ominous presence was unmistakable.
“Ah, ah—”
Before she could even utter a refusal, a massive, fleshy weight pushed inside. Forced open to her limit, she couldn’t move an inch as it pressed in relentlessly.
It didn’t hurt. But it was so precarious that the slightest shift might injure her.
Even after he had spent so much time loosening her with his fingers, even after pouring in so much lubricant, the thickness was overwhelming enough to steal her breath. She was barely, just barely, managing to take it.
“Relax.”
A voice, slightly frayed at the edges, fell over her head. Even he, pushing inside, seemed somewhat strained.
The deep, cavernous tone sent a shiver down Jaha’s spine. Her entire body prickled—not from fear, but something else.
‘That kind of voice is cheating.’
Slowly, bit by bit, it advanced. Or maybe it was because of that—it just kept going deeper. Even past the point where it should’ve ended long ago, past the depth she knew from experience, the insertion didn’t stop, and Jaha spiraled into panic.
Just how far is it going to go?
Suddenly, the memory of what she had seen with her own eyes flashed through her mind. A terrifying size, more reminiscent of a horse than a man. The thought of that monstrous thing having to fit entirely inside—
Her vision darkened. She wanted to flee right then, but in her current state, even the slightest misalignment could spell disaster. In reality, she couldn’t resist—couldn’t even twitch. The large palm that gently enveloped her own, clutching the seat in stiff terror, offered her no comfort at all.
“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. If it hurts even a little, I’ll stop right away.”
Leaning over her, he whispered those words incessantly against her ear. Her mind was too hazy to be certain, but she thought she also heard him say he’d rather die than harm her.
Even though she knew it was just empty reassurance—something uttered to achieve his goal—Jaha somehow felt her heart settle. Was this the effect of sweet lies?
Since there was no other choice, she reluctantly forced herself to relax, tears still clinging to her lashes. Her body trembled at the sensation of her insides stretching to accommodate the monstrous length inside her.
The relentless invasion finally stopped only when she felt impossibly full, as if the thick pillar of flesh had reached the deepest part of her.
A slow, heavy breath escaped him—a sound that seemed equal parts strained and satisfied.
“You did well holding on. It’s all in now… Give me your hand.”
Still gripping the sheets tightly, Jaha didn’t understand why, but she obediently offered her hand. He carefully guided it to her lower abdomen.
He wants me to touch my own stomach?
The moment she found it absurd, he pressed down—and an unnatural sensation met her palm. Her belly, which should have been flat, bulged slightly.
“Can you feel it? Me inside you.”
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