The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 221

That was what he said, as his tongue lightly circled the narrow helix of her ear before descending to her lobe and instantly sucking it. At that moment, Evelyn, overwhelmed by intense pleasure down to her fingertips, trembled violently and tensed her calves. When he did this, focusing on her legs would send shivers through her body, often leading to climax. This time, she was pushed to the brink, but not quite.

He couldn’t possibly have been unaware that her lower body was trembling and had suddenly tensed. He knew very well the purpose of that action. It was futile for her to try and thinly conceal it. Cassis gnawed at the ear trapped in his grasp, whispering in a voice so low it was like a thunderclap to her.

“Go on, tell me. What did you do here?”

“Uh, ungh…!”

“I took a quick look around and didn’t see anyone you might have lured in.”

“Ungh, I-I don’t know. I just… hmph… just wanted to experience romance, and there was no… specific person.”

She couldn’t possibly imagine that what he was saying was jealousy burning with ardent passion. She honestly answered, thinking it was just a common question, but a chill crept into his azure eyes.

“…Ah, were you planning to accept anyone who said they liked you?”

“What?”

“I won’t let that happen.”

What are you talking about? That was in the past, and my life here is completely over. Evelyn wanted to retort, but the tongue she needed to argue with was buried within him. Instead of attempting a kiss, he pressed her face against his neck and demanded:

“Lick me.”

Even when she tried to pull away with a shake of her head, her nose and lips, buried in his pale, firm flesh, refused to budge. Evelyn had no choice but to timidly extend her tongue between her lips and give a shallow lick. It was far from the deep caress he desired, more like a small, unweaned animal using its tongue without understanding what it was.

He could gladly transform this small, insignificant caress into boundless desire. Infinitely, completely. Because Evelyn was doing it for him. Cassis patted her nape, urging her on.

“I’ll give you a chance. Leave your mark on my body, hm?”

“But… others might see…”

“Exactly.”

Ah, now he understood. Cassis felt so refreshed, he almost wanted to whistle.

That word, his complete heart, this explosive emotion towards Evelyn that had remained unclear, like mountains and seas shrouded in mist in Jupiter where he was born and raised—he suddenly understood what it was. He only realized it after coming to this old, insignificant barn, perhaps because it was the space the tiny, tiny girl had found for herself after leaving the village chief’s house. Its name was…!

“Ugh…!”

A short nasal sound escaped her throat as she licked his collarbone. Evelyn frowned, and he, without rashly repeating the word that had surfaced in his mind, asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“……”

There was a reason for her hesitation. A fleeting, tingling pain had shot through her right b****t. The fact that it was doing this, even though she was merely held close to prevent her from escaping and his hands weren’t even touching her, was her body’s signal that her period would begin in a few days.

“Tell me. Quickly.”

As his lips moved to bite the side of her neck, tilting his head, an urgent explanation followed.

“Ah! It’s that. Ungh, I felt like my period was coming soon… if the center of my b****t tingles, it’s almost always right.”

He moved Evelyn, who had been nestled on his thigh, to the head of the bed and pressed close to her. The sun was setting completely, and the barn felt like it would soon grow dark. Evelyn, who had slept in the barn quite a bit, knew this fact better than anyone, but there wasn’t a single visible candle. Nor did she have the presence of mind to light one.

“Is it here?”

His hand pushed aside her loosely draped overgown and gently pressed the spot where both b*****s met in the center.

“N-no…”

“…Was it here in the middle?”

Moving his hand without a hint of embarrassment, he pressed the center of her right b****t, her soft n****e. Her eyes trembled as he found the spot so quickly, even though it was one of two.

“How did you know?”

“Before, when you tossed and turned in your sleep, your body would sometimes startle when that spot was touched.”

“Ah…!”

He knew. She felt strangely pleased that he hadn’t shown any sign of it when they were together, and that the spirits hadn’t tattled on her either. It felt as if he was paying gentle attention to her. He leaned in, pressing his cheek against her exposed b****t.

“Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“Ungh, no. It’s just an intermittent tingle, so it’s fine.”

“Still, it might be good to rub it a bit. It means your body is sensitive now, doesn’t it?”