Chapter 4

The muscles were sharply defined along her pubis.

The shadow of a woman’s belly hung over her wide belly button.

I stared at the sight in disbelief.

As if sensing where my gaze was directed, the swollen glans spat out a glandular fluid.

Tud, tud, tud.

A trickle of cum splattered along Riorem’s path.

It was only when I heard the sound that I realised why Riorem’s gait was so unsteady.

There was no way he could have walked as quietly as he normally did with that huge thing erect.

‘Hoh.’

I let out a small gasp of admiration.

I found it quite interesting that his height and shoulders weren’t the only things that had grown in six years.

Or the fact that Riorem was getting overly excited about the situation.

My attitude should have annoyed him, but he didn’t react.

His eyes were as blue as a winter lake, with a strange glint in them.

When he reached the side of the bed, I noticed that his face had a stupidly long glow.

He looked like a man walking to his grave, possessed by a demonic fire.

His piercing gaze brushed my flesh.

It traced my cheeks, my lips, my collarbone, my sternum, in a silence that threatened to break at any moment.

The moment his gaze landed on my thigh, his throat rumbled loudly, and he drew in a breath as if in pain.

And with that, he lunged for the bed.

Instead of settling between my legs, he chose to clutch my knees.

It was unexpected, but my attention was not on that.

It wasn’t until he touched me that I realised his hands were shaking.

The trembling didn’t stop as he spread my legs apart.

If anything, it spread to his entire large, toned body.

Perfectly toned muscles rippled along my back.

I stared at the spectacle with a watery gaze.

It was funny to be distracted by this, right before I was about to be impaled on a penis longer and thicker than my forearm, but….

It was so beautiful I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

‘Whoa, haaaa…….’

Ragged breath poured down my thighs.

It was like the breath of someone who had been beating the shit out of me.

It was hot.

I lay still, waiting for Riorem’s hands to crush me.

It had been a while since I’d last been with a man, but not long enough for me to forget what this heat meant.

Besides, there was a strange sense of anticipation in seeing Liorem as a vanilla.

That hope, that maybe being forced to be mutilated would be more painful than I thought…….

It’s better to be sick than to be free.

Little by little, that longing begins to pool in my lower stomach.

But Riorem doesn’t press down on me or rip my pyjamas off.

Instead, he grabs my thighs.

My lower half jiggled, jeopardising my position, and I forced myself to lower myself to my knees.

Down, down, down.

His dry lips descended relentlessly over my thigh.

Sometimes it was just a pulsating vein across a single piece of flesh, sometimes it was deep enough to touch his groin.

So Liorem kissed my thighs dozens, maybe hundreds of times.

At first the contact was brief, just the sound of lips brushing against each other, but then it became longer, as if he were crushing the corners of my mouth.

My spine twisted.

I don’t know if it was the heat of his lips on my thigh or the fact that Riorem’s excitement rubbed off on me.

Either way, I was certain that his unearthly heat had rubbed off on me.

Just as I was getting used to the sporadic bursts of pleasure, he buried his lips deep into my left thigh.

Something unfamiliar slipped in between the familiar touch.

‘Ah……!’

A tingling pain shot up my thigh.

It was nothing like the heat that had been building.

It was a sting with a clear intent.

Zap, zap.

Setting his teeth, Riorem sucked in the flesh.

The white thigh squeezed into his lips like food to be drunk and swallowed.

‘Huh.’

Just as I frowned in pain, Riorem pulled his lips away.

Spit-covered on his saliva-soaked skin.

‘…Haha.’

Looking at the marks I left behind, Riorem suddenly burst out laughing.

‘Fufu, fufu… Hahaha!’

Another round of unintelligible laughter followed.

It sounded more like he was struggling with exasperation than madness, and I almost thought he had decided to kill me.

I thought he had decided to kill me.

Then the laughter stopped.

Riorem pushed himself up on his knees and got out of bed.

At first I thought he was pulling himself up.

But no.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and fell back onto the bed.

On top of me was Rorem’s weight.

While I was trapped between the man’s hard body and the pillow, he buried his face in the crook of my breastbone.

At first he poked at the plump flesh with the tip of his high, pointed nose, then buried his face deeper.

Ouch.

Riorem drew in a long breath.

The air that had been trapped between his breastbones was sucked out in an instant.

I felt a chill.

‘Lady.

A hoarse voice murmured in my arms.

My shoulders tensed and shook involuntarily.

It was the first time I’d heard Riorem’s voice, since I came here.

It was low, like an animal’s whine, and it made my nerves tense with pleasure.

I opened my lips to answer Riorem’s call, but I could not.

Because Riorem’s lips were on me again, this time nipping at my nipple.

Moist heat ran along the bump.

‘Ugh!’

A new moan escaped between my parted lips.

It was a particularly sensitive spot to begin with.

Goosebumps broke out.

I could feel the texture of Riorem’s tongue and lips through my thin nightgown.

I twisted my shoulders and groaned.

Every time he squeezed her erect nipples, I felt a sensation of melting down my spine.

It was chilling indeed.

Then Riorem grabbed my breasts.

As if to support the rounded mounds of flesh from underneath.

Despite this, his hands were still trembling.

Even his caresses were a mess, as he was lost.

No, in the first place, he didn’t even seem to know what he wanted to do.

He cupped my breasts as roughly as a water bag, then gently caressed them as if he were handling jewellery.

His lips parted another inch.

He would set his teeth and gently scratch my erect nipples, sometimes biting them until they hurt.

At other times, he would rub my drool-covered nipple with the inside of his lips, and at other times, he would remove his lips off her lips and rubbed them against her cheeks.

‘Hmph, hmph… Ouch, ah……!’

My moaning was also a mess.

I wasn’t sure if I was sobbing in pain or dripping with pleasure.

A single sound leaked out, uninterrupted.

A large hand crushed my breasts.

At the same time, dry lips pecked at the tip of my nipple, and sucked on the tip of my nipple.

I couldn’t tell which I preferred, the pain or the sensation.

Funnily enough, Riorem’s breathing was worse than mine.

His hard chest puffed out irregularly, and the muscles in his neck remained rigid and stiff.
stiffened and refused to relax.

It occurred to me that maybe my reaction was turning him on.

Riorem pulled the hem of my nightgown from my hand.

No… He ripped it off.

Tsk, tsk.

The soft fabric shredded in an instant.

Perhaps Riorem had intended to rip it off, but the thin fabric was too fragile to withstand his rough touch.

My bare chest was exposed in the dim candlelight. I was obviously freshly bathed, but it was an ugly sight.

It was sticky and damp, as if greased with a mixture of sweat and saliva.

It was as messy as the corners of Riorem’s mouth.

Yuck.

Riorem grabbed my breast again.

The soft flesh squeezed between his fingers.

His scarred hands contrasted with the white, clean flesh.

Lee stared at the sight.

Orem jerked her breast with all her might.

‘Ugh……!’

A nasal groan escaped her lips.

This time it didn’t hurt as much.

Neither the crushing hands cupping her breasts, nor the fingers twisting and pinching her nipples, nor the unmistakable pleasure of obvious pleasure.

Perhaps the touch had become more skilful than before.

Then Riorem pulled his hands away.

I leaned back against the high pillows and looked down at him.

His gaze was fixed on the crimson handprint left on my chest.

Somehow I knew what was coming.

‘Ah, ah!’

Riorem’s lips closed over the flesh.

The man who had taken a handful of her breast into his mouth earlier and sucked on the flesh.

This time, however, he didn’t leave a mark.

Perhaps it was because the flesh was softer and softer than the last bite.

Riorem must have realised it too, because the man’s arms pulled me into a crushing embrace.