Chapter 5
Evina stiffened, feeling like a small animal whose leash had been snapped in an instant by a predator.
Xenobius chewed gently at the neck of the woman frozen solid with tension and softly rubbed the lips that peeked out from her underwear.
He stroked from her lips up to the plump mound, as if searching for something, then paused.
“Here.”
She had already guessed what he was going to say and bit her lip, face reddening.
“Do you not have hair, normally?”
“That… does that matter?”
Her voice was a little sharp.
The man, who had been licking the distinct teeth marks left on her pale skin with the tip of his tongue, wore a slanted smile as if he found it all laughable, and licked a long stripe up her nape.
“Right, it’s not really an important issue.”
“Th-Then why… ah.”
“Just curious. Thought maybe you’d shaved it specially, something different for getting f****d by me today.”
“That’s not… it.”
She barely managed to speak, ignoring the man’s fingers as they leisurely stroked her folds and savored the feel of her.
“Right, then.”
“Hah…”
But the fingers invading her below were relentless.
He rubbed his fingertips over her smooth, plump lips, completely bare without a single hair, and then pressed hard against the cute little c******s peeking out where the cleft began.
“Ah!”
She bucked her body.
And then something trickled out from between her legs.
“You gush nicely.”
“Hah.”
Feeling shame mixed with a tinge of defeat, Evina clenched her lower body tight. In case the hole might close. But the hole, as if expecting something, kept pulsing and showed no sign of shutting, continuing to leak slick fluid.
Xenobius, who had his thick arm wrapped firmly around her waist to keep her from escaping, gathered the thick fluid on his fingers and immediately spread the cleft open to rub the pink mucous membrane.
Squish.
The sound of the closed cleft parting was damp and wet.
This can’t be happening.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
This can’t be happening. This kind of thing, all of a sudden, it can’t…
He began to rub up and down the pink cleft, slow and deliberate.
“Ah! Lord Impetraz, please…”
“I said call me Xenobius.”
“Ah… ah!”
The two hands that had been tightly clutching the hem of her skirt wandered, searching for something to hold onto, but in the end, she covered her face and let out a small sob.
She had no idea what to do.
The sensations she was feeling for the very first time in her life threw Evina into deep confusion. Even though this was an act she had always detested, she didn’t want to run away. If she was being honest, it actually felt good.
One moment she wanted to spread her legs right then and have him thrust inside her, and the next, a wave of self loathing would crash over her for thinking such things.
She couldn’t make any sense of herself at all.
That was when it happened.
The finger that had been rubbing the mucous membrane between her folds, soaked and drenched with her fluids, pressed firmly against her pulsing hole as if it meant to invade at any second.
“…Hah!”
She was so startled she couldn’t even scream.
“I don’t appreciate wandering thoughts during s*x. No manners, Evina.”
His hot lips stirred near her ear.
“Ah… ah.”
It felt like her body was melting. Like soaking in hot water.
“Do you feel that? Your hole is pulsing. Like it wants to chew on something.”
A faint trace of laughter colored the end of his words.
“N-No…”
“No?”
The finger that had been circling near her hole spread it open and slid in, one knuckle deep.
“Ah! Ah…”
It was a shock.
A short shiver ran up her spine, and her hips lifted on their own.
As his thick finger entered her, she could feel her hole mindlessly clenching around it, just as he’d said.
Her face was now so red it couldn’t possibly get any redder.
“Seems like you missed this a lot. This kind of thing. Your mouth and your body say different things. Is that your taste?”
“I hate it… hah. I told you I hate it.”
Xenobius shrugged his shoulders and, as if to prove a point, pushed his finger in deeper.
“Ah…”
She gripped the hem of her skirt tight again and clenched her teeth.
The sensation of his finger slowly spreading her inner walls and sliding in deep made goosebumps rise all over her. When the tip of his finger finally prodded at a spot deep inside, her breath caught.
“…Ah.”
“Your body doesn’t seem to agree at all. Your p***y juice is running down my fingers.”
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