The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 176

He clenched his teeth, barely holding back the curses threatening to spill from his lips, as Evelyn, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes, struggled to form the words she couldn’t quite finish. It was a pitiful achievement, built upon the flood of her tears.

“…With you… it’s not true… right…! Then, ah… even if we… it’s okay… hngk!”

Had she already forgotten the meaning of the words he’d practically chewed into her tongue inside that damnable, flimsy shell the f*****g unicorn had made?

Instead of letting out a hollow laugh, Cassis moved his hips, making it abundantly clear that their coupling was no improper affair. He bent forward, trapping her thoroughly with his arms as he thrust, and her legs, unable to hold out any longer, slid weakly downward. Yet their lower bodies remained slickly joined, and the deeper her hips sank, the more she could feel the rigid, swollen length inside her, stretching her to the limit.

“Hh… uuugh…”

Within seconds, her legs, having slipped helplessly from his sides, came to rest on the cloak with a soft rustle. As Evelyn lay there, panting shallowly, Cassis untangled their limbs and stared down at her from above.

Every inch of skin under his gaze prickled with heat. Even if the seeds of the World Tree had clung to her all at once, she doubted they could make her feel this flushed and ashamed. Evelyn squirmed—and as if taking that as some kind of signal, Cassis rolled her onto her side, lifting one leg high and spreading it wide.

Confused, she glanced down—then froze in horror. The moment she realized this position bared her dripping c**t completely to him, she tried to clamp her thighs shut, but it was too late. The terrifying size of his c**k, glistening and thick, was already fully visible above the flat plane of her lower belly.

“Ah…”

“Look forward to it.”

As her slick entrance quivered, glistening with arousal, he rubbed the tip against her opening, spreading her just enough before pushing in with practiced ease. Normally, she preferred being pinned beneath him or having him lie back while she clumsily rocked her hips—but this position… was too much to handle.

Evelyn’s right shoulder burned under the crushing weight as pleasure speared violently between her thighs. Her chestnut hair tangled wildly against the cloak, sticking to it from friction, while the unfamiliar angle made her clench so tight her entire pelvis trembled around him, driving him wild.

She’d endured his slow, torturous pace and his hard, relentless thrusts before—but this position was uniquely unbearable. Her shoulder ached, and the arm barely supporting her body began to throb with numbness. Yet as he lifted her hips, slammed into her, pulled back only to surge forward again—then twisted deep inside—she soon forgot the discomfort entirely.

Her entrance, stretched tight around his c**k, pulsed as he slowed his thrusts, and when he finally came, her walls squeezed around him, milking out every drop before spilling it back out in slick, sticky rivulets.

“Hggh—!”

His long arm reached around, fingers curling into the soft flesh of her b****t, kneading possessively. Her n*****s, glistening under the faint sunlight, hardened into peaks—but Cassis showed no mercy, no tender kisses to soothe her. Not now. Maybe later, if he felt like it.

He was thirsty. Even holding her like this wasn’t enough. Today, he had no intention of giving her the usual care. Consumed by relentless hunger, he stared down at where they were joined before roughly dragging his fingers over her sensitive skin, rubbing in harsh circles.

“Ngh—! Hah!”

Even without deliberately touching her c**t, her reaction was unmistakably vivid. His c**k, filling her completely, slowly scraped along her left inner wall as it withdrew, then slammed back in with a single thrust. Even while stuffed to the brim, Evelyn’s lower body clenched down desperately, the tightness searing his mind. Her head, tilted to the side in their crooked position, lolled weakly, her sweat-slicked cheek rubbing against the cloak.

The uncomfortable pressure on her cheek, shoulder, and arm gradually deepened their flush, staining her skin a heated red. Cassis stared at her intently before suddenly remembering that thing—the crimson slip she had personally chosen and worn, the one he hadn’t seen since their return to the castle.

Back then, she had seduced him so effortlessly, yet now she couldn’t even bring herself to ask him whether the rumors spreading among the citizens were true, all because of some meaningless nonsense.

“……”