The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 1.4

Yuria squeezed her eyes shut and pleaded.

“First… let me be alone…”

A sigh whose meaning was difficult to understand sounded right in front of Yuria’s nose. The warmth and pheromones she could feel from so close by were driving her mad.

She wanted to beg him to hold her right this instant. Even though she knew better than anyone that she must not.

Her heart pounded violently, as if it would stop at any moment.

“That’s not something an omega in heat should say.”

“Please…”

Yuria pleaded. Please go back, if you don’t, then please… hold me here and now. If she opened her mouth any further, words she absolutely must not say felt as though they would burst out, so Yuria bit her lip.

“I’m sorry, Teacher. I don’t think I can be an obedient student today.”

His voice was sweet enough to stir her brain and melt it. Though it was probably because of the pheromones. In the end, Yuria opened her eyes with difficulty and drew in a breath at Luke’s face, now right before her.

His eyes were no longer bluish-purple. As if red wine had been dropped into his pupils, a crimson hue spread through Luke’s eyes. Just as it often did with alphas who had entered their rut cycle. It was clear that Yuria’s pheromones had triggered his cycle.

“I suppose you really don’t need a doctor.”

Luke murmured as he took Yuria’s chin and lifted it. It was closer to talking to himself than to speaking to her.

“Instead, it looks like you need an alpha.”

There was an unmistakably sensual implication in the fingertips Luke swept over her cheek. Even the slight touch of his fingers felt so sweet and good, and it was obvious what would happen to her if he didn’t leave at once.

But there was no way he, whose rut had already begun, would leave Yuria’s room of his own accord. So she had to push him away.

Maybe she could still resist now. While there was still a very small, very faint trace of reason left.

Yuria reached out with trembling hands and placed them on his shoulders, but there was no strength in them at all. Tears flowed because her body, which wouldn’t listen to her, felt so wretched.

“Please, Luke—”

Her plea couldn’t even come to an end. It was because Luke’s lips covered and sealed her mouth.

While he unhesitatingly used his tongue to part Yuria’s lips and sweep over her teeth, dizzying pheromones crashed over her. The scent carried in on his breath bound her heart and melted her brain.

The handful of reason she had barely been clinging to vanished in an instant.

Soon, Yuria forgot who the person tangling tongues with her was. An alpha was kissing her while holding her in his arms. That was the only fact she could understand. There was an alpha in front of her. An alpha who would resolve this terrible desire that had tormented her for three whole days.

Now, everything that touched her felt good to Yuria. So good that it seemed to drive her mad. The scent of trees that poured from him thickly enough to numb her nose, the sensation of their tongues mixing wetly, and the touch of his hand caressing her cheek.

The mere brush of cloth against her n****e was enough to make her mind go faint. There was no time to take off her clothes layer by layer. Yuria reached into his half-unbuttoned shirt and wrapped her arms around the other person’s bare waist. The heat she felt from his bare skin was scorching.

“Hah…”

“Don’t be impatient, Teacher. I’m… in a hurry too.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Luke bit into her b****t. His hand, which nipped her n****e between his teeth and pushed up her skirt, was as impatient as he had said. Her underwear, which had been soaked for a long while already, was immediately stripped off by Luke’s hand.

When the thin fabric that had been clinging to her skin came away, a sensation that seemed both cool and empty wrapped around Yuria’s body. That strangely hollow feeling didn’t last long.

“Ah…! Ahh!”

Luke’s smooth but thick fingers pushed into her intimate place without hesitation. After sweeping his palm up along the whole of her s*x, which not even she had ever touched except when washing, Luke rolled the tip of his thumb in circles over Yuria’s c******s.

Her vision, which had been blurred ever since her heat cycle began, turned white at his touch. The touch of another person’s hand rubbing and thrusting against her tender, sensitive inner flesh sent a thrill through her, and at the same time, made her ache all the more.