“Get to the top.”
Following his command, Irel clenched inside and reached orgasm. She couldn't breathe because of the terrible orgasm. In an instant, everything before her eyes turned white, her insides convulsed violently, contentedly enjoying the taste of climax.
Swept along with her, Varkan also frowned and trembled all over. Caught in the tight folds of the inner wall as if about to swallow him, he could no longer hold back. Burying his member deep inside her, he emptied himself, spraying every last drop.
“Phew…”
Varkan let out a long breath of pleasure, smiling with wet lips. This was the first time he felt this satisfied. As expected, Irel Elorance was born for him.
He used to think that men who were dominated by women just because of sex were stupid, but now he can understand. This animalistic behavior is completely worthy of its value.
Unlike Varkan who was filled with a feeling of fullness, Irel felt like he was about to collapse. It was a shockingly powerful first sex. And it was also too much of an activity for her weak, glass-like body.
“Pant, pant…”
Her mind was spinning from her rapid breathing. When Irel staggered as if about to fall backwards, Varkan gently supported her back, letting her lean against his chest.
The moment she felt that it was an inappropriate kindness, as expected, a cruel sarcasm flew in.
"Oh my. It must have been so good that I fainted, right?"
No longer able to answer, Irel closed her eyes. Relying on the body of an evil person like him is not a pleasant feeling. But what else could she do when she didn't have any strength to move even a finger? Irel pressed her cheek against his shoulder, adjusting her breathing and thinking.
‘Is this… Receiving?’
Varkan, who had shed all of Masaka's characteristic Evil Qi that always tormented him, looked extremely refreshed. Even though his eyes were still hazy from sweat and pleasure, at the same time he seemed strangely serene.
Is this the face of a patient in constant pain from a traffic accident, after being injected with a strong painkiller and sleeping for ten hours? To exaggerate a bit, he looked as if his face was glowing. But all his peace and contentment were built on her sacrifice.
“Huff…” She felt extremely exhausted, as if she had burned out part of her lifespan. In particular, Varkan is a powerful Masaka, one of the top players in the game 'Salvation'. Therefore, just like the stronger the alcohol, the easier it is to get drunk, the greater the consequences of Receiving.
Irel groaned as she felt the pain she hadn't realized during sex rush back at once. Her body ached, and Masaka's power seeped into her body, causing her limbs to freeze, while her head and chest felt as hot as fire.
However, Varkan never bothered about that. He took advantage of Irel's limpness, fondling her white ears, her round shoulders, and her waist that he could hold in one hand.
“How… can you be this small?” His voice was full of excitement, as if he was playing with a toy. At the same time, a 'ting' sound rang out, signaling an increase in sympathy.
[Varkan's favorability has increased by 2.]
Varkan's eyes absentmindedly looked down at her hand. The fingertips were white as snow and pink, looking strangely lewd, making him suddenly want to gently bite them with his fangs.
“It hurts a lot.” Even though she was tired, Irel still tried to pull her hand out of his hand. Originally, it wasn't that she was small, but that Varkan was too big. This body was clearly of average height, but when standing next to him, she could barely reach his shoulders.
Varkan possesses an overwhelmingly eye-catching appearance. Combined with his superior physical condition, anyone standing in front of him will feel inferior.
‘And this man with a bad temper will definitely enjoy it.’ In any case, he was clearly a superior existence even among the blessed Masaka race. And from a Receiver's perspective, this is a tragedy.
‘It's so difficult.’ Heavy breathing made her chest hurt and her lips dry. She understood why the Receiver who was dependent on Masaka could not live long. If she repeats this relationship every day, she will definitely die prematurely in just a few years.
Therefore, she deserved to demand a price for this sacrifice.
“Now… will you let me go home?” Irel adjusted her breathing and requested in a weak voice. Hearing that, Varkan made a 'hmph' sound as if he was dissatisfied, then sarcastically said.
"Is it that bad? As soon as it's over, you want to go home."
“It's not like that…”
"It's so cold. When I inserted it, who were you crying for joy?" Her cheeks burned from the tantalizing words. Even though she was embarrassed to remember the pathetic appearance that clung to him, Irel still did not back down.
“I promised.” Irel mustered the last bit of strength and became more determined. This time, she didn't want to be caught up in his vague words that always digressed from the topic. With Varkan's popularity increasing, if she couldn't get a definite answer, her chances of returning home would be remote.
“Hmm.” Varkan, who had finally escaped the negative overall sympathy level, pondered for a moment. Then surprisingly, he easily gave her the answer she wanted.
"Okay. A promise is a promise."
"… Really?"
“You must be used to living by deception.” Varkan gently teased her, then bit her ear lobe as punishment. Every time his teeth touched her sensitive skin, she felt a sharp pain. That feeling stimulated a vague uneasiness, but regardless, Irel felt relieved to hear the answer.
Her heart was at peace, her eyes gradually dimmed. That's obvious after exhausting all my physical strength.
“Are you sleeping again?” Varkan saw Irel yawn slightly and immediately smirked. He hugged her body tightly, gently shaking her to the sides, whispering meaningfully.
“It's not time to sleep yet.”
He lowered his eyes, licked his lips, his face looking forward to another party. Maybe he wanted to tease her again.
But if she kept following his endless stamina, she would be the one who exhausted herself and died first. Irel trembled, pretended to close her eyes, and slowly relaxed the strength in her limbs. And then, without any drama, deep sleep came.
Irel's white eyelids held a tired look. Seeing that, Varkan regretfully clicked his tongue, then put the cigar in his mouth instead of her. The strong smell of cigars and the sound of the tip of the cigarette being burned faintly lingered at the tip of my nose, but then gradually disappeared.
“Sleep well.” Even though this relationship wasn't what she wanted, it wasn't the worst after all. Irel slowly fell asleep with peace of mind. She hopes that when she opens her eyes, she will be able to return home.
But her wish, as usual, did not come true.