The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 3.7

Of course she had no choice but to know that. Because it was a lie. Far from loving him, all she could think about right now was proudly dragging Mikhail’s soul down to the depths of Hell. Leticia, who had been staring at Mikhail with an expression of disbelief, belatedly understood his words and her face stiffened.

“You know the contract hasn’t been fulfilled.”

That meant she couldn’t play tricks outside God’s sight. Because Leticia herself, who had proceeded with the contract as Hell’s agent, knew it with certainty.

That his wish hadn’t yet been granted.

That no matter how much of a demon she was, she couldn’t deceive even herself with wordplay.

“Well, that aside. Shall we keep going with what we were doing?”

Mikhail added spitefully as he kneaded Leticia’s a*s.

She could push away this man who flicked his tongue as cunningly as a snake and turn her back on him. Or she could think about the contract later and give herself over to the immediate pleasure for now.

Mikhail’s fingertips slowly stroked over her soaked, softening folds. Leticia grew impatient again at the finger that merely brushed her entrance. She wanted to shove anything back into the lower hole that was clenching and mouthing all on its own and rock her hips…

But this wasn’t the situation for that. If she lost the soul of a human who had written his name on a contract, Hell would certainly wring her dry while demanding that she hand over her own soul in Mikhail Becker’s place.

Suppressing her lower body as it twitched and begged for stimulation, she hesitated.

What did she have to do to make this contract’s fulfillment valid? There were two answers. One was for her to truly come to love Mikhail, so that she recognized that his wish had been fulfilled. The other was for Mikhail to ultimately be deceived by her and believe his wish had been granted.

Leticia looked at Mikhail’s clothes, which had once been pure white. The place embroidered with God’s emblem had long since been stained with traces of s*x. The raw smell that stung her nose made her heat up. So did the touch of his hand, which teased her by rubbing only around her s*x in slow circles.

She didn’t know anymore. Either way, it seemed she would have to stay by his side for a while, and during that time, wasn’t there no need to deliberately abstain from s*x? It was a conclusion filled with self-justification, but that much was enough. The inside of the hole that had been stretched open and filled so tightly felt empty and itchy, making it difficult to endure any longer.

Clinging to his body, Leticia opened her mouth.

“Hngh… Put it, in.”

“Yes, as you wish.”

Mikhail murmured in satisfaction and stripped off the uniform damp with his seed and her juices. The body hidden beneath the white cloth was far firmer than Leticia had imagined. Well-shaped muscles, the dark hair beneath them, and even the absurdly large c**k that was fully e***t and bobbing against his abdomen.

The blasphemous s*x from just moments ago had been thrilling too, but seeing her partner’s body directly with her own eyes was no less stimulating. Swallowing dryly with her dry, cracked throat, Leticia stared at Mikhail’s c**k. The wet, gleaming tip and the white foam tangled in his hair vividly recalled their lewd bout.

Clenching by herself around her soaked and loosened lower body, Leticia anticipated the pleasure that would soon come crashing in. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long.

Mikhail grabbed his own c**k, ominously ridged with veins, and lowered it, then slowly traced her s*x with the tip. As the tip parted her wet flesh and scraped over her secret place, Leticia drew in a deep breath. It felt as if the fine hairs on her body were standing on end from the chilling pleasure.

“Huu, so what’s your name?”

“Leticia. You sure ask quickly.”

“Leticia? Good. Even your name sounds delicious.”

At the same time, Mikhail’s c**k pierced into her body and struck against her cervix. At the pleasure that dyed her vision pure white, she couldn’t even cry out. It was a c**k she had taken in enough times to climax over and over, yet the tight foreign sensation of it forcibly grabbing and spreading her body open was still vivid.

“Ha, haha, Mikhail, nnngh!”

“Yes, Leticia.”

Her own name flowing from his mouth sounded obscenely lewd to the point of awkwardness. Was it because the sight of Mikhail’s tongue moving to hold her name in his mouth was obscene? The small question soon shattered and scattered beneath the pleasure surging in. It was an instinctive pleasure that needed no thought at all.

In the drawing room already filled with an obscene scent, the two joined their bodies again. Even the time it would take to move elsewhere felt like a waste. Contracts, souls, all of that could wait until later. Wasn’t lewdness one of a demon’s virtues anyway? Leticia cried out and thought so.