The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 194

“P-please, take this out. Please.”

“Touch yourself and think about how it feels. Tell me with your own mouth whether you can or cannot resolve the lust that makes your flesh so idle, holed up alone in this room.”

Because of his fingers pressing down firmly from behind, her vision went white. Momentarily forgetting even the existence of the mirror, her body trembled violently. The fingers that were digging inside, trying to spread her open, were not his, but her own. Evelyn, engulfed in a pleasure greater than the pain, convulsed.

“Ngh, haah….”

“…This won’t do. It seems something terrible will happen if you do it yourself, so from now on, do not attempt to m********e. Understand?”

Cassis carefully removed her fingers from below and, holding her from behind, stared at the mirror. He waited until her two eyes, slack and powerless in the reflection, finally met his.

The shame of having probed her own s*x with her own hand in front of him was immense. Her emotions had exploded to their limit, and though she wanted to run, she was held firmly by his two arms, so Evelyn couldn’t budge. In the end, she had no choice but to meet his gaze in the mirror. Only then did the man’s lips part as he rubbed her lower belly gently with his thumb.

“Ngh…!”

“Tell me what you want.”

Her dazed mind vaguely scanned her own body in the mirror. Because of his fondling, the skin around her c******s was still trembling, and her b*****s, which hadn’t been sucked by his lips, were also in urgent need, but seeing the shining opal necklace nestled between them, she felt that wouldn’t be possible. Then, a kiss…?

As her gaze shot towards the space between her b*****s in the mirror without her reaching a conclusio n, he prompted her.

“Hurry.”

“Ngh…. Um, well….”

“Can’t you choose?”

Evelyn somehow organized her tangled thoughts and slowly revealed the path her desire wished to take.

“Well, I guess… take off the necklace, and, um… my b*****s….”

“Understood.”

Cutting her off curtly, he released her and went off somewhere. Her body was free for a moment, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to quickly run away from the mirror that shamed her. The room that had become her own today also seemed as spacious as the first-floor bedroom. If she ran and found a corner, there would surely be a place to hide, but a fear remained that she would be quickly caught by him and subjected to something harsh and joyous.

“Now, would you take a step back?”

He returned before she could even finish her thought and made his request. He was in his daytime, king-like appearance, with his cravat properly tied, not a single cufflink undone, and his shirt collar unruffled. Except, in his hand was a single, terribly low chair.

When she obediently did as she was told, he placed the chair, sat with his back to the mirror, and beckoned for her to come here. Feeling as if she were possessed by something, Evelyn stood before him.

…….

The full-length mirror was extremely long and large, and the chair was pitifully low, the kind a fisherman might use, so his seated legs stuck out uncomfortably at a right angle. Evelyn, who was now in a position as if she were being held by him while standing, fidgeted with her hips.

“I haven’t even put it in, and you’re already doing cute things on your own?”

“T-to say something like that is too much.”

Laughing once, he grabbed her waist, pulled her straight in to hold her, and then put his mouth to her right b****t. As she instinctively twisted her shoulder, her eyes met her own again in the mirror.

She thought it would be less embarrassing since he had his back to the mirror, but that wasn’t the reality. Her reflection showed her own shoulders squirming like a snake, and the back of his head—a fully grown man’s—moving as he sucked her b****t. That back of his head was driving her crazy. I want to thread my fingers through his hair, to tear at it wildly, to feel it. Evelyn began to get excited, intoxicated more by the sight of him pleasuring her than by the sensation of her n****e being sucked.

“Ah, heuk, ngh…!”

His hand came up, grabbed her left n****e, and stimulated it with a twist. As if that weren’t enough, he extended a finger to tap and tease it e***t, but in the mirror, only the very tip of his finger was barely visible, which made her grow more and more impatient.

Of course it was embarrassing to watch, but wanting to also know what was happening in the places she couldn’t see—that was her strange desire.

His hand then splayed open, seizing her entire left b****t. The sweat-slicked gold chain clinked, momentarily dazzling, before his lips warmed her b****t with breaths escaping through his teeth, causing her head to loll back.

“Ahhh!”

It was too stimulating. Even just seeing their, no, her reflection in the mirror, this dizzying sensation was overwhelming. Evelyn thrashed her hips, desperate to fill the incomplete pleasure. Even if her body, swaying wildly, felt ugly, there was nothing else she could do. Evelyn thrust her empty hips forward, as if she were being ravaged by him.

Her crotch trembled in response, and her love juice gushed, but there was nothing to fill the hole. She yearned for his fingers that had been thrusting into her just minutes before. Cassis, who was sucking on her areola with his lips, showed no other reaction.