The white chemise is decorated with delicately woven lace, discreet and dignified. Elegant design as if expressing the innocence and purity of the owner.
However, underneath that pure white skirt, the sound of wet gurgling water could be heard. At the same time, the sound of hot panting mixed like a lustful chorus, spreading throughout the room.
“S-stop…”
Irel, with beautiful eyes filled with tears, tried to push away the man who was piercing her body. It was embarrassing to do this in a sunny bedroom in the middle of the day.
Anyway, she completely fell into his hands. All she could do was expose her throat to the sharp teeth, begging for mercy from the victor.
He can destroy and crush her any way he wants. But why did he take the trouble to caress and torment her lower body so meticulously?
“With just a slight touch, your lower body is already drenched in bile.”
He let out the most obscene words in a noble tone. She really didn't want to react, but in the face of the expert caress, focused on attacking the weak inner wall, Irel had no choice but to open her body like a ripe pomegranate.
What would her wet and red pussy, exposed naked in the bright sunlight, look like to him? Thinking of that, she felt her head dizzy with shame.
“Please, let me close the curtain…”
Irel pleaded in a pleading voice, trying to stop him. But his hand was not merciful at all, it pressed her thighs tightly, forcing her to spread them wider.
“You're not going to push me away, are you?”
Varkan was lasciviously rubbing her pussy with his fingers, whispering in a laughing voice. Contrary to his polite words, his golden eyes were as ferocious as an animal whose meal had been disturbed.
His eyes carried a green murderous intent, staring at Irel as if he wanted to tear her apart. More precisely, look at the two slender wrists trying to push his shoulders away.
“If you do that, I will feel sad.”
That beautiful face brazenly expressed disappointment. When faced with those almost crazy eyes, Irel helplessly withdrew her hand.
‘So scared.’
She was afraid of the man in front of her. In contrast to his breathtakingly gorgeous appearance, this man is crazy to the core.
"I'm sorry if what I did made you uncomfortable... But what can I do? It's also your fault that your body is too lustful."
Varkan pressed her tightly, bit her small shoulder and whispered. Contrary to his action of forcibly squeezing her waist, his formal tone was extremely amused. Like a cat playing with a mouse in a cage.
"Now look at this. The upper mouth says no, but the lower mouth is gushing wetly like that."
After speaking, he deliberately thrust his finger deeper. The sound of sticky bile drenching her thighs and flapping, lingering persistently in her ears.
Indeed, every time his long and rough fingers thrust in and out of the plump entrance, rubbing, a small pleasure spread. Inside, it was ticklish, numb, and nauseating.
I'd rather he thrust harder and faster.
The thought that flashed through her mind made Irel startled and shake her head. But her body was not fortunate enough to be honest with its desires. She felt her insides automatically contract, swallowing his finger greedily. It was like he was begging him to continue.
How could he not know that?
"Isn't it delicious? Good at swallowing. My meat cock also has to suck so greedily."
He curled his lips seductively, mockingly, then thrust his fingers deep to the base. He used his thumb to press hard on her seed, making Irel's body tremble as if struck by lightning, and her insides spasmed strongly. He frowned and deliberately pulled his fingers away from the strongly contracting vaginal wall.
"It's tough, it's so narrow. I have to work until it's torn to fit me."
“H-how could you say such things…”
Irel opened her teary blue eyes wide, her lips trembling. Varkan glanced at those bright red lips with greedy eyes, willing to apologize.
"Ah, sorry. As you know, I'm a coward. So my words keep slipping."
He stuck his tongue out, lightly touched Irel's finger covered in clear, sweet nectar, then chuckled. Everyone could clearly see that he did not want to apologize but just wanted to mock her more.
“Um.”
He stuck out his tongue and licked his fingers ostentatiously. Then close your eyes, enjoying Irel's bodily fluids.
“But noble Irel, even the taste is delicious… Sweet as fruit juice.”
The eyes revealed under the opened eyelids were extremely violent. He seemed to want to grab her hair, bite her neck off immediately and drain all the blood flowing inside.
“Cough!”
Irel shrank back in fear. Looking at the fragile girl, no bigger than his shoulder, a sadistic urge arose in his eyes.
His small, weak, beautiful trophy. The girl he can tear apart easily, but must slowly melt and enjoy for a long time, without hurting.
‘You must eat slowly.’
Unfortunately, Varkan is a man without any patience. Because of this, a word of complaint and dissatisfaction unintentionally fell from his lips.
"Why do you make me hard like this? What should I do now?"
He ostentatiously pushed his erect penis into her body, then grabbed Irel's thigh tightly. He spread the sexual fluid she secreted onto her smooth skin.
"How about we do it now? There's still time before the guests arrive."
Irel's face turned pale when she learned that the 'guest' was her family. She panicked, afraid of being discovered in the chaotic scene between her and him.
The man, knowing clearly what she was worried about, chuckled and licked the juices off his hands. Then he gently touched Irel's flat lower abdomen, whispering in a chilling voice.
"Take my semen and shoot it in here... then let's go meet the in-laws."
He could imagine the scene: with every step the demure girl took, fluid would drip down the hem of her long dress. The carpet on the floor will gradually darken, and the ears of the girl who deliberately ignored it will turn red as if about to explode.
That image made his mind so hot it felt like it was melting. From the throat of him, who always let out sweet teasing, for the first time came a hoarse moan.
“What are you going to do, huh?”
Varkan licked his lips lazily, looking down at Irel. The girl is so beautiful that even if she were to swallow it immediately, it wouldn't be fishy.
But when Irel's face met his eyes, there was no blood left, as if he had just encountered a devil. She closed her pale eyelids tightly, as if she couldn't bear to face those eyes.
‘With this appearance, she dares to accept my proposal.’
Because you find her praiseworthy, or because you find her angry? Varkan suddenly wanted to see her eyes.
“Open your eyes.”
Contrary to the comforting voice, his hand squeezed Irel's chin. He rubbed his lips against her weak chin, then asked fiercely.
"You're not mad at me for this, are you? Don't want to look at me?"
Faced with persistent questioning, her pale eyelashes trembled. It was ridiculous and pitiful that she was so scared that she didn't know what to do, but couldn't help but open her eyes as he requested.
Seeing that, Varkan smirked in his heart, then tried to look sad and asked.
"You said you loved me. You said it was love at first sight. Isn't that why you accepted my proposal?"
Hearing that, Irel bit her lower lip tightly. She didn't think he would believe what she said, but the situation was worse than she thought.
Obviously, he was extremely angry. Because of Irel's clumsy lie that she loved him.
"I warned you. I'm a troublesome man."
The scary man, who couldn't be described by the word 'troublesome', whispered. He brought his dizzyingly beautiful face closer and smiled lustfully.
"Even if you hate it, just endure it. You said I'm handsome."
Varkan's face as he said those words was tinged with a pale color of madness. Irel felt suffocated, like he was dealing with a truly crazy person.
He pretended to be deceived, but both he and Irel knew. Love does not exist in this relationship.
But now, there is no turning back. So, Irel forced her trembling arms to wrap around his neck.
"Of course, love, love. Really."
She forced a smile with trembling lips. Then whisper softly, hoping it sounds as genuine as possible.
“In my eyes, you are the most beautiful person in the world… Varkan.”
His name came out from lips with a pathetic smile. Seeing that, Varkan's eyes darkened noticeably.
When she touched his luminescent eyes, her heart seemed to drop.
‘Is this… not enough?’
Her efforts clearly failed. Just as Irel was disappointed, she lowered her head slightly.
“It really drives people crazy.”
A hand as hot as lava gripped her wrist, then grabbed her soft hair. He pulled her head back, then pressed his hot lips down.