The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 222

Evelyn, lost in thought, groaned as his hand began to knead her upper chest, near her collarbone, with a firm grip.

“Ugh, ungh…”

“How does it feel?”

Rather than being aroused by the thought of him touching her, his movements were gradually becoming more soothing. Like stepping into a warm bath filled to the brim. Evelyn slowly opened and closed her eyes, fumbling for words.

“G-good… Ah…!”

His hand moved to her back, pressing firmly beside her shoulder blade, then rotating his fingers to rub it. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, one after another, as the fatigue in her body completely melted away. He touched and kneaded the stiff, knotted areas a few times, sufficiently relaxing them, then smiled faintly.

“It would’ve been even better if I’d touched you on the carriage ride here.”

“Wh-what if sounds leaked outside?!”

It would be incredibly embarrassing, not only for Cassis, King of Jupiter, and Evelyn, the nymph, but also for Cayan, the wandering knight, and Lena, who was merely a childhood friend. Even with assumed names and fake identities, that would be a bit much!

“Then, what should we do?”

“Huh?”

The hand that had been caressing her pitifully slender shoulder blade moved forward, gently cupping her b****t. He held the soft underside of her b****t in both hands, gently rubbing and stimulating it at a moderate pace. He asked again, wanting to possess her as payment for loosening all her tense muscles.

“I asked what you’d do if rumors spread that you and I are… that kind of relationship, hmm?”

“…Th-that’s…”

Since he had told her never to tell anyone, she had to treat it as if it hadn’t happened and wait, lying low. Like when the false rumor that Polyxene, who had become a sentinel through her astonishing achievements, and he would become engaged as lovers had finally faded away.

The only solution, the obvious truth, merely lingered on her lips, refusing to emerge. Then, as if to say something, he stroked her trembling lips with his finger and asked.

“What’re you gonna do?”

“…..”

“You’re just gonna shut up if you’re in trouble?”

Even though he was the one who had done it, he feigned ignorance, scrutinizing her complexion, the movement of her eyebrows, the corners of her lips, and her eyes—everything. Evelyn, though her hands were free, couldn’t push him away and mumbled.

“I… I…”

Perhaps because she was a timid nymph, she couldn’t give a confident answer. But he wasn’t the type to be disappointed by that.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to answer.”

When he readily withdrew the question, Evelyn felt a strange emotion. She should be happy, so why wasn’t she? Even if she heard the question Cassis had thrown out and then picked back up, she still wouldn’t have anything to say, so why…

The man’s finger subtly nudged the n****e he hadn’t yet touched from the side. Feeling that a full-blown tryst was about to begin, Evelyn decided she couldn’t let it happen and acted.

Thwack!

She wrapped her hand around his thick wrist and pleaded.

“Please…! If this bed collapses because of us, I won’t be able to face the village chief.”

“I’ll fix it before morning.”

Cassis, who genuinely possessed the ability to do so, answered leisurely, but that wasn’t an acceptable reply.

“He’s a man who sent off his perfectly fine daughter and then sent me away too; of course, he knows everything. Even if it’s fixed, traces will remain, and… Ah, absolutely not.”

“Hmm, you want to go inside the house to do it?”

At his words, Evelyn felt like she was about to faint. That was even worse! It wasn’t that she disliked the decision to have s*x in a barn, which was far from a romantic space; it was that she couldn’t do it here specifically.

“Th-that’s even more impossible…”

“This bed can’t handle the weight of both of us at once, can it?”

“…Yes.”

He also didn’t want to descend to the barn floor they had walked across to do their business, unlike, say, on a soft bed of grass. He also worried about Evelyn’s delicate body getting hurt. Cassis deliberated for only a few seconds before making a simple decision.

Thump!

He untied the cloak he was wearing and draped it over the sheet and the floor beneath to prevent slipping. He then positioned her there, her upper body and lower abdomen flat on the bed, her rear thrust out. As soon as he pulled up the skirt he had just lifted, the sight of her luscious b******s was breathtaking.

“Ah… this is…!”

“I’ll finish before it gets completely dark. You usually fall asleep when it’s dark, you know.”

His c**k subtly probed between her twitching b******s, his tip resting at the entrance. Evelyn pressed her b*****s against the inside of the cloak, rubbing them, and gently rested her forehead on her arms. The subtle pressure of the blood flowing downwards felt surprisingly good. Unbeknownst to herself, her masochistic tendencies were growing, limited to him alone, and she parted her lips, letting out a soft moan.

“Ah… Haa…”

“I’m going in.”

A voice, both incredibly sweet and threatening, came from behind her. Evelyn tried to brace herself, forehead still pressed to her arms, but soon found she couldn’t. He had slipped his hand under the cloak, supporting her lower abdomen, which was busy squirming and rubbing.

Safe pleasure was being controlled, and a destructive pleasure, whose timing and intensity were unknown, loomed before her.