The Vengeful Kidnapping Drama’s Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 84

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Though she clawed and pushed at his shoulder with her one free hand, the man didn’t budge. Instead, as if annoyed by her squirming, he pressed her down harder and turned his head to thrust his tongue deeper. Her skin prickled as hot, moist breath dampened her throat. Just as Psyche unconsciously let out a moan at the sensation of hot flesh rubbing together.

“Rezus, I can’t see well.”

A pleasant tenor voice cut through the heated air. Rezus’s devouring kiss stopped.

“Why not change position?”

“….”

After briefly furrowing his brow while staring at Helios, Rezus brushed back the hair that had fallen over his forehead and raised his body while still holding her. Then he sat Psyche on his lap, facing the same direction rather than facing each other. This meant she was directly facing Serdin, Terche, and Helios. As she blushed, her negligee was suddenly pulled down. Her white b*****s bounced into full view of the men.

“Ah…!”

Rezus was faster in grabbing them than Psyche could cover them. Gripping her full b*****s in both hands, he sucked on her nape from behind as if to leave a mark. The soft flesh twisted in his hands as red marks appeared on her white skin. And now she was displaying this sight defensively to the three men.

“Ah, no…!”

Psyche screamed, wildly scratching at his bulging veined hands. Perhaps annoyed by her stronger than expected resistance, Rezus gripped her wrists. Her slender wrists fit in his one hand with room to spare. With his other hand squeezing her b****t like milking, he whispered.

“Why resist so much. It’s not your first time.”

“Agh, it hurts…!”

“Is being watched so shameful?”

Rezus glanced forward then looked back at Psyche.

“Think of it as acting.”

“Wh-What…”

“The sofa is your stage.”

He slowly lowered his gaze. His eyes glowed dangerously as they fixed upon two pale flesh mounds marked red with his handprints. He pressed his cheek against her face and muttered.

“You and I are theater actors.”

Then he jerked his chin lightly toward the three men.

“They’re the audience.”

“How could you…”

Her purple eyes trembled like glass about to shatter. Rezus twisted his lips, as if amused by her shock at merely this.

“Consider yourself lucky. The audience is made up entirely of men who’ve f****d you.”

Psyche’s lips quivered. She appeared unable to bear the humiliation. Rezus, who had been quietly watching her, grabbed her cheeks and jaw, turning her to the right. Suddenly forced to meet Terche’s eyes, Psyche’s body shuddered. He was piercing through her with cold blue eyes.

“Look well, Psyche. That one’s yesterday.”

Rezus turned her head again. The next man in her view was Helios. The platinum-haired beauty was savoring her body as if licking it with his eyes. His pupils were clouded as though drugged.

“That one’s 5 days ago.”

Her head turned once more. This time it was Serdin. Serdin had been looking down, but the moment her head moved toward him, he lifted his gaze to meet Psyche’s eyes. A ripple passed through her eyes for an instant. Unlike usual, Serdin’s expression was completely unreadable. His eyes remained darkly sunken.

“That one’s 6 days ago.”

Finally, Rezus pulled her chin to face himself and sneered.

“The men who stuffed your holes.”

“Please… don’t do this… This isn’t right…”

Though her voice trembled pitifully, the man didn’t even blink. Instead, his grip on her wrist only grew stronger. Ugh, Psyche’s movements, as she twisted her body while groaning, suddenly stopped. Something heavy had pressed against her bottom.

“What do you mean ‘don’t’? You’ll be moaning in pleasure once I put it in.”

He wrapped his thick forearm just below her b*****s as she tried to pull away, drawing her tightly against himself. He wedged his e***t c**k between her plump b******s demonstratively and swayed his hips slowly.

“You love tasting c**k.”

“Nng, stop it…!”

Only a few layers of thin fabric separated them. Even through that, the hot heat radiating from his member, its heavy volume, and rigid texture transmitted directly to her bottom.

“Enough to moan while being violated by men you despise. Isn’t that right?”

“No, ugh…!”

He bit down hard on her shoulder, then licked the deep teeth marks soothingly before sucking it deep into his mouth. With both hands, he kneaded her b*****s like clay, thoroughly enjoying their soft feel. Psyche clawed at his thick, tough forearms in resistance, but that alone was insufficient to stop the man. He was preoccupied with tormenting her – sucking and biting her neck and shoulders, rolling her n*****s between his index and middle fingers.