The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 93

As if she’d heard some unbreakable taboo, her quick, flustered refusal made his brow furrow. Fear, fear, and more fear—great demons of dread swarmed in her heart, often drowning out his true voice. Like right now.

“I’m saying you can, if you want to. Here, try it.”

“Nngh… Okay.”

She was far from being the promising, eager student who proudly followed his every lesson. Clumsy, slow, her trembling hands fumbled nervously, as if afraid the throbbing veins along his length might burst open at any moment. Of course, even this much stimulation was more than enough to excite him.

Evelyn’s palms were neither smooth nor delicate, but they didn’t scrape against his c**k like coarse summer grass either. Unsurprising for a country girl—there wasn’t a single soft touch from her fingertips down to her wrists. If he had to describe it, it’d be like linen cloth wrapped around him, its threads fraying just enough to tease.

Strangely, the rough texture of her palms made him fantasize about how clearly they’d map out the inside of her c**t—that maddeningly beautiful body of hers, tight enough to trap him the moment he slid in, yet urging him to f**k her harder. Her magic, like a snare. Cassis sometimes had the absurd thought that if “Evelyn” were translated into another word, it might just be temptation itself.

But that wasn’t all. If he buried his nose deep in her palm and inhaled—what would he call it? Her scent, unmistakably hers. Even for someone as perceptive as him, the faint, paper-thin fragrance was hard to define.

The conclusion was simple, the sweetness radiating from Evelyn’s entire body was intoxicating. Different from the orange jasmine he knew, yet all the better for it.

Ah, there had been one undeniable change since her injury.

The delicate leaves that once adorned her nymph’s hair had browned at the edges, curling inward before falling away—one by one—without renewal. Yet she remained as he had shaped her: a creature of trembling breaths and flushed skin, her body still bound to his will.

Now, when Cassis touched her, he found not just the softness of her flesh, but the scent of it—warm honey on her lips, salt along her throat, the musk of her thighs thick with arousal. Every inch of her betrayed her nature, her body yielding its secrets to him alone.

His hand moved along his c**k in slow, measured strokes, his grip tightening just enough to draw a pearl of wetness from the tip. A pause—a single faltering breath—and then his control fractured. Thick, glistening streaks spilled over her fingers, still curled where he had left them around him. The heat of it shocked her, the viscous fluid clinging between her knuckles as she gasped.

“Ahh… Did I—did I fail you?”

“No.” His voice was rough, his breath uneven. “You were perfect.”

Too perfect. The days of restraint had left him ravenous. He caught her against him, his weight pressing her down as his fingers slid lower, parting her with deliberate pressure. The damp heat there was undeniable, her body already slick, already welcoming. A single stroke along her folds drew a whimper from her lips—half protest, half plea.

He didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

Not when her breath hitched, not when her hips lifted just slightly, seeking more. His fingers delved deeper, testing, claiming, until her thighs trembled and her nails bit into his skin.

“You see?” he murmured, his mouth grazing her ear. “This is what you do to me.”

And then—**then he made her prove it.

“Ughh…!”

“More, Evelyn. Move more. Remember how much I’ve been thrusting into you while shaking my hips.”

“Th-that kind of talk… hng….”

His palm spread out, warmly enveloping the flushed slit before him. At his blatant, vulgar demand, her cheeks burned crimson for a moment before she let out an unexpected reply.

“Cassis… your name. Ngh… haa, yes… I’m happy… to be protected… by you like this….”

“Ghk—!”

The moment she uttered his name twice in a row, it was as if a crack had split through the frozen winter sea—his desire shattered completely. In an instant, he not only seized Evelyn’s hand but also ruined her elegant, wine-colored negligee, and even that wasn’t enough to satisfy him.

“Ah….”

His greedy gaze fixed on the trembling of her stomach as she panted heavily. If he had stripped off her negligee completely, wouldn’t her pale belly be splattered by now? What would that look like?

Damn it.

No sooner had the lewd thought crossed his mind than a fierce heat surged from the base of his c**k, still gripped tightly in her hand. It was already rock-hard, of course, but Cassis decided to stop here. If this kept up, the festival outside wouldn’t matter—the two of them would end up holding their own very private celebration.

“…Enough. That’s it. Let go.”

He snatched himself back from her sticky grasp, and after a few deep breaths, barely managed to rein in his greedy little beast. Forcing his rebellious length down—as if it refused to be put away—he finally noticed Evelyn peering at him with curious eyes.

Cowardly when it didn’t matter, yet stupidly bold when she should be running away. He opened his mouth to say something, then abandoned it and cut straight to what was necessary.

“Take it off.”