Chapter 208
As always, his face held not a trace of composure.
That tongue, usually so skilled with words, fell silent once the real act began. Even now—after countless times—his gaze was utterly ruined…
Watching him, a thrill ran through her: I can make a man—a human—lose himself to this extent.
Yet simultaneously, fear prickled. It was terrifying how this simple act of friction could shatter human reason so completely—how it could drive him, drive her, drive anyone to madness.
“Hiiik! Ah— no, w-wait—!”
“You… asked for roughness.”
Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, Jaha tried to grip his forearm beside her head, but her sharply poised nails failed to dig into his muscles, instead helplessly scratching and slipping over his skin.
It wasn’t that she disliked it. Rather, the problem was that she liked it too much. The sensations flooding her beyond what she could handle made her feel like her nerves would short-circuit.
Tears pooled on her flushed cheeks, her reddened eyes glazed and unfocused, her lips glossy and wet, a thread of transparent saliva dripping from her slack, parted mouth.
He stared at Jaha—utterly ruined—with eyes burning like a furnace.
When she smiled, it tickled his chest. When she fell apart like this, his lower stomach tightened.
Both were good in their own ways. The former was endearing, while the latter was pretty and unbearably lewd—the only difference.
In his heart, he wanted to devour her down to the marrow, but with every ounce of self-restraint, he settled for melting her slowly. Yet here she was, daring to provoke him without fear.
Kissing him first, asking to be held roughly, demanding filthy words—
He was innocent in everything that would follow. How could he resist such an adorable proposal?
This was permitted deviance. To think she’d untie his leash herself and tell him to run wild—what a merciful owner she was.
He licked the dampness from Jaha’s tear-streaked cheek. The hot, sticky warmth enveloping him clenched rhythmically—a sign she’d reached her peak.
Gazing down at her pitch-black eyes, now devoid of focus, he continued moving his hips.
“S-Stop. Ugh, it’s—it’s weird. I’m telling you, it’s weird.”
“Your c**t’s twitching even after coming—you think I’d stop when it’s this good?”
Gritting his teeth, he wrapped an arm around Jaha’s squirming body and yanked her close with near-brutal force.
Jaha gasped, writhing uncontrollably, as if she’d lose her mind to the unrelenting pleasure.
The moment an animalistic scream—more than human language—burst from her, he felt the pent-up euphoria explode in his skull, a scorching thrill surging to the nape of his neck.
After spilling his heat, his mind went blank for an instant. When consciousness returned, he saw the woman beneath him panting.
Following instinct, he lowered his head and kissed her. Tangling their tongues gently, he breathed into her until light returned to her dazed eyes. Pulling away, he peppered kisses all over Jaha’s face—mwah, mwah.
At the tender kiss, Jaha felt her entire body melt away. A warmth unlike primal pleasure rose inside her heart. As he playfully nipped the bridge of her nose without hurting her, he slid his lips to her ear and whispered:
“So, can you tell me now? Jaha.”
“Tell you… what?”
“Something seems to be bothering you.”
Ah.
Jaha closed her eyes and let out a low sigh.
So he noticed after all. Not that he was dull enough to miss her acting strange, showing up suddenly and behaving unlike usual. But she couldn’t just confess. She’d rather bite her tongue and die than reveal her tangled past with the Emperor to this man.
In a weak voice, Jaha slowly made an excuse.
“It’s not like that… I just thought… maybe this kind of thing isn’t so bad sometimes.”
“Is that so?”
Despite his compliant reply, his eyes showed no trace of belief. Fortunately, he didn’t press further. Instead, his lips curled up—but that smile was strangely unsettling.
It almost seemed like a flicker of defiance toward Jaha for not telling the truth, and that much she could understand. But what was that gleeful look? Twisted in some indescribable way, even hinting at something savage…
“If there was a reason, I might’ve gone easy on you. But if it’s just because you want it, then there’s no need for that.”
A cruel delight bloomed across his handsome features like a flower in full bloom.
“If it’s Jaha’s preference, I’ll do my best to match it. You want me to handle you roughly, forcefully, right?”
A firm, heated pressure rubbed against her thigh. Unnoticed, he had already hardened beneath her.
A shiver ran down Jaha’s spine. Between her legs trembled—both from fear of what was to come and a secret anticipation.
“Ah, you also asked me to say filthy things, didn’t you?”
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