The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 220

He, who had been aiming for this all along, slowly pushed her down, still cradled in his arms. Down onto the pitiful bed, so small and fragile that even a slight shift of Evelyn’s delicate body could send her tumbling to the floor.

As expected, the bed’s owner was startled, reacting sensitively.

“Ah… ugh, it’s too narrow here…”

“So?”

His hand, unable to utter the strange words that it was even better because of that, swiftly lifted Evelyn’s skirt. Her soft petticoat initially blocked his direct touch on her thighs, but it was soon wrapped around his fingers and helplessly pushed up.

“Ungh…!”

Her exposed white thighs felt moist with sweat. As his fingers kneaded her taut skin, making a soft slapping sound, Evelyn could barely thrash, only trying to squeeze her legs together. She judged that Cassis truly intended to go through with it on this cramped bed, given the aggressive intensity of his advances.

A thought crossed her mind. What if the Faye couple returned and found them not at home, but holed up in the barn? Yet, she didn’t dislike it. She, too, wanted to create a memory with him in this space she would never visit again. She knew it was dangerous, but…

But! Before that, there was something she absolutely had to do. She had to, must make at least a minimal effort to show him some propriety.

“Just a moment, I’m sweaty… I’ll go wash up quickly.”

After lying on the clean sheets, she realized various parts of her body were sticky and tried to shift, but couldn’t get up. He blocked her escape with one arm, whispering, disrupting her attempt to rise.

“I can wipe you clean, can’t I?”

“I can do it myself— Hmph!”

His head suddenly dipped down, and he placed a hot hand on each of her thighs, spreading them apart before licking her with his tongue. She hadn’t realized his offer to “wipe clean” held such a major contradiction, meaning he’d use his own tongue. No, she didn’t want him to know the damp traces of sweat on his lips. Her legs writhed, thrashing in refusal.

“Ah… no. There’s something really important I need to say. Hmph…!”

“Say it.”

His mouth closed over her unmarred skin, biting deeply and leaving a tooth mark. It was a bold act, done without a second thought, as this was a part of her rarely exposed unless she was undressing. Another circular bite mark appeared, overlapping the faint red traces where he had previously bitten and licked.

Even amidst the pleasure that seized her lower belly, Evelyn desperately clung to her fading consciousness, fumbling for words.

“Ungh, umm… so, Cassis… no, no, Lord Cayan, did you find what you were looking for here?”

“Yes.”

I witnessed only the trace of your uprooting. I clearly imprinted in my mind what kind of being you are and how you must live. The final verdict has been delivered: that I must wholly embrace you, nurture you to sprout and blossom within me, and root you to live gloriously. If you understand, then calmly embrace me too.

…He couldn’t possibly say such things. So, Cassis, who answered simply and concisely, bit her nape gently, not hurting her, as she was just looking for a chance to escape. Evelyn’s upper body thrashed, and the focus in her eyes blurred.

Having left this place, she had changed again, following the seasons that swept through sky and land. Unlike before, the number of times she felt even a faint pain when bitten or strongly pressured by him, experiencing that thrilling pleasure, had significantly decreased. Just as she showed now.

“Hmph!”

“As you said, the bed is indeed narrow.”

“H-Hmph, yes. I’m sorry…”

“You don’t need to think that much. If it’s uncomfortable, we can just change positions.”

He unbuttoned and loosened the clothes covering Evelyn’s upper body, and he, too, unbuckled his belt and threw it to the floor. There was no puff of dust rising from the floor where it landed with a clank; it merely momentarily punctuated her ragged breaths.

Sitting on the bed, he gently lifted her body and placed her on top of him. Evelyn, terrified, thinking his e******n would thrust into her from below with a heavy throb, frantically hugged him.

“Hmph… just a moment.”

“Do you have something else to say?”

Evelyn stared blankly at her petticoat, which he had removed. It looked unfamiliar, gleaming a pristine white as if mocking the thoroughly cleaned sheets, even though she had been wearing it just moments ago.

Cassis turned his head, following her gaze, and mumbled, looking at the old barn with a renewed expression.

“Tell me what dreams you had while staying here.”

“Uh, ungh, yes…?”

A strangely twisted smile played on his lips as he held her like a child. Looking at it again, it felt more peculiar and sinister than playful. Just as she was deep in thought about the true nature of that expression, his tongue approached her ear, whispered a short phrase, and then subtly licked its way down along the dizzying valley of her ear canal.

“While you were here alone, hidden from prying eyes, did you perhaps entertain any lewd fantasies?”

“Oh, ugh… how can you say such a… ungh…!”

“At least you must have been awakening to something, little by little.”