Chapter 32 🔞
Now he wished she’d ask.
Heesu still knew nothing. How sensitive she was. How beautifully she moaned. How intensely she could climax. What pleasures lay beyond reason’s edge—
Her ignorance meant she neither desired nor requested.
So he wanted to teach her. Using every technique he knew.
Violen nipped the earlobe touching his lips. Teeth pressed flesh—he longed to leave marks. Restraining the impulse, he licked the shell meticulously instead.
He wanted to touch. To lick and suck freely. Needed more contact—unbearable.
For the first time, these urges came unbidden.
“W-wait!”
“Just a little… let me do just a little.”
First time begging permission. Nearly pleading.
First time anxiously awaiting consent, fearing refusal. Barely restraining himself.
When Heesu nodded, the thrill shocked him.
Violen fought to move gently, cupping b*****s with forced restraint. Fingers trembling with suppressed need, he kneaded as softly as possible.
This too was new. After servicing countless masters, b*****s had just been tools—fleshy lumps he’d found grotesque.
Now they felt miraculous. Though he’d touched thousands, this seemed his first real contact. The soft warmth filling his palms drew helpless sighs.
“Master… So soft. I love it…….”
The unbidden whisper held only truth. Everything felt unbearably sweet—he wanted to devour her whole.
Using hands instead of tentacles, he worshiped Heesu properly. Licking, sucking—touching places he’d always found repulsive. Feeling, savoring every inch. With absolute devotion.
Heesu responded perfectly. Her moans, her gasps—everything satisfied him. Especially when she collapsed against him post-climax.
Yet beyond satisfaction came unfamiliar hunger. Black desire swelled uncontrollably, crashing through him.
Overcome, he laid Heesu down. Gazed at her with starving eyes.
“Violen……?”
“Sorry… Said just a little but……. Can’t stop.”
The rasped reply barely formed words.
At first it was just impatience—wanting Heesu to need him, to touch more, to show her greater pleasures—
Surely that was all.
Yet soon—
“I want inside. Can I?”
“W-wait—!”
“If not, I’ll apologize later.”
First time craving intimacy unprompted. The unfamiliar urge overwhelmed him. Strange emotions clashed violently.
“Ah! Hah! Nngh! Aaah~~!”
Watching Heesu writhe beneath him, Violen exhaled raggedly. Pausing, he cradled her tear-streaked face.
“You…… don’t hate this?”
Already dazed, Heesu clung to him with needy whimpers. Hips lifting—begging for more.
The response unleashed fresh darkness. She was adorable—unbearably so.
First time fearing rejection after initiating. Yet had she refused, he’d have been powerless to stop.
“Ah!”
Consumed by impulse, Violen flipped Heesu over. Positioning her on hands and knees, he entered from behind, thrusting fiercely.
“AAAAH!”
Heesu’s back arched violently—more overwhelmed than in missionary. The reaction electrified him. With each thrust, primal conquest surged.
Her first time. He’d be her first in everything. He wanted all of it.
Changing positions repeatedly, he guided her carefully despite his frenzy. Ensuring she never disliked anything. Heesu welcomed him each time—spreading her legs eagerly.
He felt grateful. For once, his disgusting skills proved valuable.
Dark desires clung to their joined flesh. He wanted to fill her completely. Pressing flush against her, he came deep inside.
Holding Heesu as she lost consciousness, Violen finally felt satisfaction. A lifelong hunger sated.
Had that been his mistake?
Afterward, Heesu refused to even meet his eyes. She kept turning away, recoiling from his touch.
Had she simply succumbed to passion temporarily? Or was she punishing his presumption?
Either way, he’d crossed the line. Deserved her hatred. He’d gone too far.
So he waited. Suppressing desire. Enduring.
But as avoidance continued, the sparkling novelty dimmed. Darkness seeped through fading light.
Smile at me. Please—just once more.
He feared reaching out might shatter any chance of reconciliation.
Yet now—
“Honestly… I didn’t endure for you, Master.”
In night black as his desires, Violen stood over Heesu’s sleeping form. Voice parched with self-loathing:
Endure for his master? He’d never possessed such noble loyalty. He wasn’t some blindly devoted dog like that idiot werewolf. His nature was shallow. Calculating. Fickle.
Yet—
“It’s just…… too hard. After hating for so long.”
Taking the compact, he transformed her first—respecting the boundaries of her human body.
Watching impassively as she changed, he climbed onto the bed. Covered her. Just like that day—gazing down with bottomless hunger.
“Admitting I’m just another disgusting vessel of lust…….”
The words dripped with endless self-mockery.
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