When the One-Sided Love Female Lead Loses Her Memory - Chapter 40

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“Ahh, ngh, Viern, Viern, Vi-Viern—!”

Had his name always sounded this lewd? As if answering her call, he pressed and rubbed his tongue firmly against her inner walls. Each time she screamed his name more violently, a rising sense of elation kept making his mind go blank.

Hah… why is this woman… even here… so sweet?

Viern found himself pondering quite seriously. Perhaps there really was fairy blood mixed into her lineage. Weren’t there tales that the fallen royalty of Ersha were descendants of fairies? Otherwise, how could a person’s fluid taste this sweet? Like sugar…

Gush. The gushing slickness wet his lips. A scent both tart and sugary enveloped him. Lifting his head from her s*x with a hot breath, Viern looked down at her pliant, relaxed body. Stained with red marks against her pale nakedness, she lay there spilling moans, looking unspeakably lewd. The thought that another man might have seen her like this nearly drove him mad. Or perhaps he was already mad with such thoughts. Without madness, how could he possibly be doing this with her…

“Your Grace, I’m… now…”

I want it in… Put it in, Your Grace’s… that… Her mumbling, urging voice sent another surge of heat through his lower body. Looking down at her, Viern slowly undressed.

Pop, pop, pop, pop.

His shirt buttons came undone one by one, followed by the metallic click of his belt buckle, and his member sprang free. Hideously veined and standing rigidly e***t, the tip glistened, leaking a clear drop.

Seeing it, Diana gulped. Though she’d begged for it, actually taking it inside her seemed to frighten her now. She asked in a worried voice.

“Will it… fit?”

“…….”

I should answer that I will enter, but Viern couldn’t respond immediately either. Because he, too, had a doubt. Mine is this large, and her opening is that tight. Even a single finger felt so constricting… Is this… even possible?

“Your Grace?”

When he didn’t answer, Diana called to him in a somewhat anxious voice.

“I will enter.”

“But…”

“I will make it enter. That’s what the foreplay was for.”

“But… it’s too big…”

Seeing her hesitant and fearful, he spoke in a gentle voice to reassure her.

“Let me check first.”

“Huh? Check wh—Ah!”

Diana jolted at the finger that slid in without warning. Thanks to the thoroughly soaked entrance, entry wasn’t difficult, but the inside was, as expected, excessively tight. He crooked his fingertip slightly, rubbing her inner walls, gradually relaxing her. Then he added another finger.

“Nngh, Your Grace…”

At the sensation of being filled from below, Diana arched her foot and let out a moan. Every time he pressed against the spot she seemed to feel, a wet squelching sound echoed.

“Nngh, ah, ah…!”

Feeling another gush of her slick, he brought a third finger to her entrance.

“Ah, it won’t go…”

“To accept me, two fingers are nowhere near enough.”

“It won’t… go in, ngh…!”

“It’s going in well.”

He let out a short breath and smiled faintly, having succeeded in pushing three fingers inside.

“Ah, ah…”

“Seeing it swallow three just fine, there shouldn’t be a problem.”

Muttering lazily, he pulled his fingers out. Looking down at her trembling form, he grasped the base of his shaft. The sensation of rubbing the tip against her wet entrance, slickening himself with her juices, was electrifyingly good. Viern had to suppress the urge to bury himself inside her without mercy right then.

“Hngh, hnn…”

“Foreplay leads to wetness, which leads to insertion. The moment I put this in, there is no going back. So, for the last time, I ask. Are you truly… alright with this?”

Even though he was painfully hard, ready to burst, if she flinched and said she was scared even now, he was prepared to withdraw without question.

But Diana did not retreat. Instead, she looked up at him with teary eyes and whispered as if pleading.

“Put it in… ngh, put it in, please… hurry…”

“……”

Her plea made him throb and swell even harder.

“Is a… woman who says that… not good?”

Seeing his rigid expression, Diana asked, her face falling.

Not good? Far from it. It’s too stimulating, that’s the problem. If the Princess looks at someone with that face and says those things, anyone would grab their throbbing c**k and shove it into that tight space without a second thought.

“…Do not speak so carelessly elsewhere. If some besotted youth, blinded by you and losing his reason, were to rush in without proper preparation, it would be dangerous.”

“Preparation?”

Diana questioned back, as if to ask what all this had been if not preparation.

“You said it yourself earlier. That here—”

“Ah…!”

Slowly pushing the tip of his shaft into her entrance, which had been twitching and urging him on, Viern gritted his teeth.

“You said it was a baby’s house, this entrance.”

“Nngh, ah, ah…!”

At the sensation of being stretched taut and heavily filled, Diana threw her arms around Viern’s neck, clinging to him.

“…Ha.”

Viern closed his eyes tightly, then opened them as he exhaled. The feeling of gradually widening and entering her tightness was terrifyingly good. An intense pleasure as if every blood vessel in his body were pulled taut.