The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 130

The moment she realized why, her face flushed crimson.

‘How obscene!’

The sensation of his lips gliding over the curve of her b****t—softer now, spilled to the side from lying down—threatened to drive her mad. Would it have been easier to bear if his tongue had been rough, ridged? Her body, pinned beneath him, writhed as if trying to flip their positions, but that was all she could manage. When he buried his face against her, rubbing his cheek before pressing lightly with the bridge of his nose, her feeble resistance soon stilled.

Evelyn tried to decide which felt better—her left b****t endlessly kneaded in his hand or her right, its areola encircled and sucked hard by his tongue. Like a depraved s**t, beyond mere indecency. Had she lost her mind before nightfall? But if she didn’t desperately focus on some thought, she felt she’d lose herself entirely.

Her resolve to make such a lewd choice was firm, yet fortune didn’t favor her. Cassis sucked skillfully at her b****t but, as if toying with her, left the n****e untouched—until, abruptly, he drew the neglected, flushed peak into his mouth, pulling it taut before rolling it under his tongue. If she lifted her head even slightly, she’d see the stiffened n****e twitching obscenely, and the shame burned hotter.

“Th-that’s… Ngh… Cassis…”

“You keep saying you don’t like this or that.”

Had she? Evelyn meant to deny it, but when two of his fingers pushed past her parted lips at once, words became impossible. Her left b****t, left unattended, swayed helplessly with each sharp flick of his tongue, as if it had no will of its own.

“Suck harder.”

Nodding weakly around his fingers, she struggled to lick them properly. Even this sent electric pleasure shooting to her toes, curling them involuntarily. But it didn’t last. His middle finger, hovering just shy of full contact, shifted subtly—then dragged under her tongue, scraping lightly. Her body shuddered violently, every nerve alight.

“Hng…!”

The sensation of being stimulated in two places at once shattered her swirling thoughts, scattering them into a hazy fog. In her ears, his coaxing words—suck it harder—echoed relentlessly, and her legs, which had momentarily stilled, began to struggle again. When she tried to lift her knees, squirming her lower body, his leg, which had slid down slightly, returned to press firmly against her thigh.

“Evelyn, why do you look at me with such desperate eyes?”

“Wh…at…?”

Unable to understand his meaning, she lifted her gaze—only to meet his piercing, luminous blue eyes staring straight into her.

“Tell me the reason.”

“What rea—ahh, son…!”

A coherent answer seemed unnecessary from the start. Instead of withdrawing his fingers from her lips, he dragged them along the surface of her tongue, teasing the delicate muscle before gently pressing against the inside of her cheek. Evelyn’s hips jerked in response, and as if he had been waiting for it, the man’s lower body pressed tightly against hers.

“I told you before, didn’t I? That in the end, you and I would keep doing this endlessly. Do I look like I’m about to devour you?”

Unlike her, lost in the haze of his sensual touch, his words were almost calculated. Evelyn furrowed her brow, trying to decipher his meaning, before barely managing to answer around the fingers still slick with her saliva.

“I… uhh, don’t… know.”

“You don’t know, even after coming this far?”

His thoroughly slicked fingers finally withdrew from her lips, returning to the left side of her chest he had toyed with earlier. As if he had read her shameless thoughts—that she wanted to be tormented even more—his glistening fingertips trailed upward, deliberately avoiding her n****e to trace her collarbone instead.

“Be honest with me.”

His demand, laced with quiet threat, was the greatest torture Evelyn could imagine. How could she possibly admit that she wanted him to take her completely? In the end, the only option left to her was escape. She had tried it once before—no matter the outcome, it was worth attempting again. As her thrashing legs bent at the knees, angling toward the far side of the bed, he laughed.

“You can’t escape. Really, try going to the terrace like before. This time, I’ll just throw the window wide open.”

“Huh?!”

Even when the knights had swarmed in, her body pressed against the window had made it rattle unsteadily—but if he opened it…!

The composure she’d barely managed to maintain flickered out like a snuffed flame. Cassis didn’t wait any longer. He decided to show her with action instead.

“If you refuse to talk and keep resisting, then this is the only way.”

“Hng…!”

This time, his hands slid down to the undersides of her b*****s, cupping them from below, palms kneading insistently. No, not there—higher, in the middle… If he was going to do this, she wanted his fingers, the ones she’d wetted with her tongue earlier, to push inside and torment her properly. Unfulfilled desire floated drunkenly in her glazed eyes, but he feigned ignorance, teasing only the outer curves of her swollen flesh with deliberate cruelty.