Chapter 79
Chuup. The moment I touched, the sound of wetness rang out.
As I pressed my lips against you, your entrance puckered as if in response. Even as I pressed my mouth against your s*x one-sidedly, I felt as though I were kissing you.
Each time I poked at you with the tip of my nose, the pomegranate-red bead twitched and swelled.
Your n*****s are cute, but so is your c******s.
“There isn’t a single place that isn’t pretty.”
I must be the only one who can see this.
It had better be me alone.
If another man were to see you, he would use methods no less, perhaps even more than mine.
The way you blush with shame at the stimulation, and yet swell up honestly, makes you unbearably lovely to me.
You like me too, don’t you.
The evidence that you’ve been desiring me is laid bare before my eyes.
“…Then why do you keep hiding, Prina?”
Don’t hide the orb of affection you’re holding inside, not from me.
Even if no one else sees, I at least must see everything of you, Prina.
Even the place you’d rather die than expose, the place that makes you cry from humiliation just by being revealed, you must show it all to your master.
This is only natural. This is my rightful claim, Prina.
To see whether you’ve grown well, ripened well, to become my bride.
I was displeased at how it kept slipping back between your folds, so I pried the flesh apart with both thumbs. As the skin pulled back and the sensitive inner flesh was exposed, I pressed hard with my tongue against that adorable bead.
“Aangh.”
A moan slipped through your lips, and your entrance gaped wide, swallowing air in response.
Spluuutter— a gush of nectar flowed out, pooling at your perineum. It was too precious to let even a drop escape, so I thrust my tongue deep and gulped it down. Somehow, the more I drank, the thirstier I became.
It must be both a d**g and a poison you’re giving me. No, it didn’t matter what it was. My c**k was already swollen to the point of bursting, painful with need.
I want release, just like you, Prina.
The moment the thought reached there, I buried my lips between your thighs and began stroking myself. Hot. Your honey coating my lips, the flesh-pillar gripped tightly in my hand, both burned as if they would melt.
I thrust my tongue inside your opening, pressing up against your walls, feeling the flesh within. In my head, I imagined our sexes joining in deep union. I grew ever more excited, drunk on ecstasy.
“Kgh.”
The moment that stinging sensation spread through my u*****a, I spilled seed across your white body.
Seeing skin as pure as snow dirtied with my reeking seed thrilled me so much I could only pant. I smeared it thickly, rubbed it in again and again, so that my scent would seep deep into you, so that you’d have no choice but to take me in, my essence carved into your flesh.
On your plump b*****s, between your thighs already slick with your own nectar… I smeared and smeared. Once you were covered in the musky scent of a male, my c**k rose up again.
“That’s it. Good girl.”
Prina whimpered faintly, squirming in my arms.
If you don’t like it, you should open your eyes. If you like it, the same.
Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to keep tormenting you until you do.
“You know it feels good, Prina.”
I know your innermost heart. You’re so transparent, so clear and white, there’s no need to read it, it’s all laid bare. So don’t try to hide.
I rubbed against you, spilled on you, smeared your lips and spilled again and again…
Only after releasing several times did I finally wrap your limp body in a towel and carry you out in my arms.
The full union of our sexes, the perfect joining, I wanted to save until you truly and firmly desired it.
I dried your hair carefully so you wouldn’t catch cold, and dressed you in a white, soft negligee that resembled you. It was an outfit I had prepared while thinking of you, and it suited you far better than I imagined. Once I saw you in it, I couldn’t be more satisfied. Cute, lovely.
On the bed I had prepared for you, in the room I had made yours, you looked so lovely as you slept that I embraced you from behind again. And I had to stroke myself for a long time.
I have no thought of forcing myself on you.
You are already mine, and you will be drawn to me of your own accord.
That is how I take you.
You were born to be offered to me.
You are my prey, and mine alone.
Just as I waited until you turned twenty, I will wait, and wait again, until you embrace me of your own will. Even your frustrations, your hesitations, your little worries, I find them all lovely.
When you want me just as I want you, only then will we reach our perfect union.
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