When the One-Sided Love Female Lead Loses Her Memory - Chapter 44

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“Th-That’s because earlier you… ngh!”

Diana’s indignant retort was cut off as Viern slid two fingers into her entrance at once.

“Look at this. Completely soaked. It goes in too easily, doesn’t it?”

“Nngh, ah…!”

“Hold onto them properly, so they don’t close up again.”

“Ahh, ngh…”

Every time his fingers rubbed her inner walls, churning the deep places within, Diana writhed, unable to hold back her moans. Yet, because she was gripping her own thighs with both hands like an obedient child, trying not to collapse, his arousal grew painfully heavy.

“At this rate, there’ll be nothing left to teach.”

He withdrew his fingers with a curl of his lips and wiped the slickness off onto her thighs.

“But it’s still a lesson.”

His thick thumb slid slowly over her parted slit, then found the small, hidden bead above it and pressed down firmly.

“Here.”

“Ah, ahh…!”

At the unfamiliar sensation, she twisted her hips and squirmed between her legs.

“Have you ever touched it yourself?”

“Wh-Why would I do that…!”

“Perfect. Then today, try touching it yourself.”

Flinch.

At the instruction to touch herself, Diana jolted and stared at Viern.

“You want me to… touch this?”

“Yes, like this.”

He pressed down firmly and made a circular motion. At the sharp, tingling sensation, the already wet entrance below twitched and quivered finely.

“Hah, ah…!”

“You see? When you touch it, it enjoys it. It’s leaking even more.”

He peeled his hand away with a lazy twist of his lips. Then, leaning back against the chair, he gave her a look that said, Go on, start.

“H-However, this is just too…”

Diana hesitated, unable to bring herself to touch. Viern raised an eyebrow. Unable to withstand that gaze, she gave a little sniffle and began moving her hand clumsily.

“L-Like this? Ngh…”

“Yes. You certainly have a talent for ‘spreading and getting wet.'”

Viern answered in a languid voice, watching her. The sight of her—half-dressed, sprawled on his desk with her legs spread wide, touching her own c**t and moaning—was pushing the painfully engorged heat below him closer and closer to its limit.

“Nngh, ah… Th-This feeling… it’s too much, ah…”

Suppressing the impure urges raging below, Viern watched her. His hand, tensed, suddenly shot out and grabbed her curled foot. Stroking the somewhat rough sole with its calluses—unbefitting a royal—he felt her squirm, trying to pull her foot back. Instead of letting go, Viern placed her big toe in his mouth and bit down.

“Ah…!”

His eyes fixed on her as his mouth worked over her big toe, sucking and licking as if it were candy. The tickling sensation that shot tingles up her spine, twisting her body repeatedly. His lips traveled up from her ankle, past the back of her knee, and along her inner thigh, reaching an even more secret place.

“Ah, ahh, ngh…”

Every time his lips touched and left, Diana flinched and trembled, yet, like the excellent student she was, she never stopped moving her hand. Then, at a certain moment, a powerful contraction rippled through her lower body, and a gush of fluid flowed out.

“Hnn, haaah…!”

“You came. It’s a mess.”

He looked down at her s*x, still twitching and convulsing, and spoke in a flat voice. Slowly straightening his back, Viern ran his fingertip over the dampened desk, a wry smile twisting his lips. But contrary to his pretense of composure, the musky scent wafting from her thoroughly soaked body was driving him mad.

Diana was still limp on his desk, body trembling in the aftermath of her pleasure, when—

Click.

The sound of his belt buckle unfastening made her blink and lift her head. But there was no time to grasp the situation. In the next moment, her legs were hoisted over his shoulders.

“Your Grace…? Ah, ahh…!”

Without warning, the angry, e***t member parted her wet entrance and plunged inside.

“W-Wait, Your Grace, it’s… too…!”

“…….”

Contrary to the smooth entry, her insides tightened around him with a constricting pressure that belied the number of times they’d already been intimate. Viern clenched his jaw and began moving his c**k roughly, buried to the hilt.

“It’s too big, ngh!”

Diana cried out at the volume that felt particularly immense today. With each thrust of Viern’s hips, the slick sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed.

“Ahh, ngh, it’s good, ah!”

“Lower your voice, haah, Your Highness.”

“But it’s too… hnng, too… good…!”

A low curse escaped Viern as he swallowed her lips. Her hot moans, which she couldn’t suppress, were crushed into his mouth. Should he be pleased that she now tangled her tongue with his so familiarly? Viern drove his hips upward, his lips still locked on hers. Due to the abundant wetness, each thrust produced a squelching sound at the point of their joining.

His lips, which had slowly pulled away, traveled down, nibbling at her jaw and neck. He bit down on a handful of her collarbone, chewing carefully so as not to hurt her, and she let out a sharp cry.

“Ahh, ngh, V-Viern…! Viern…!”

Even though Diana consistently called him ‘Your Grace,’ as if drawing a line, whenever her excitement peaked, she always called his name. Sensing her climax was near, he drove himself deeper, hammering against her cervix.