‘…He is a good person. Even if it's not the relationship between Masaka and Receiver, you will definitely be attracted to him. It's like destiny.'
“‘Therefore, I beg you to please allow me to marry him.’”
A warm and deep voice rang out, reading her letter aloud. And right in front of Irel.
‘What a shame.’
No matter how calm she tried to appear, her ears still turned red. Irel bit her lip and glared at Varkan who was holding the letter.
She knew the letter would be censored, but she didn't expect him to publicly read it out loud. Thanks to that, she felt so embarrassed that she just wanted to die. Especially the part where she emphasizes the non-existent love for Varkan.
“What a touching letter.”
Varkan, who had just brought about the greatest humiliation of her life with just a few pieces of paper, chuckled. He made an exaggerated gesture, folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and gave it to Chellos.
“Sent to my future wife.”
Even the comment that accompanied the letter was brazen to the point of being mischievous.
“I understand, master.”
Chellos bowed solemnly and accepted the letter. Before leaving, he glanced at Irel's red face with a puzzled expression.
'Why are you looking at me with those eyes?'
[Ding! Chellos Azelica's favorability has increased by 3.]
Now she understood. Chellos's eyes looked at her filled with pity.
Irel feels depressed. Therefore, she was a little slow to realize the obvious and dangerous truth that she was about to be alone with Varkan.
“You look fine.”
Varkan glanced at her up and down and then suddenly blurted out.
“What, what?”
Irel stammered and asked back those incomprehensible words. Varkan looked as if licking, through the shadow of his long eyelashes.
“In my house, wearing the clothes I gave you.”
With every word he said, he got a little closer. And in just a blink of an eye, he was standing right in front of her, using the back of his hand to slowly caress her cheek.
“And… you, you said you loved me.”
Very pleasing to the eye.
His voice confessed it so low and sweet that it was dangerous. And Varkan is the most dangerous person when he acts sweet.
Irel lowered her head due to an unclear premonition. Sure enough, she saw something protruding from the front of his pants, bulging as if it was about to stick close to her.
“Why, why…?”
Trước giọng nói bàng hoàng và kinh ngạc của Irel, hắn cười ngắn rồi thú nhận một sự thật mà cô không hề muốn biết.
“Actually, it was already erect.”
He bowed his head and whispered in her ear. In a voice so thick with sensuality that just hearing it made it sound like she was about to become pregnant with his child.
“From the moment he read that ridiculous letter, he has been standing up straight.”
Varkan spoke with a smile, but his tone sounded like he was gritting his teeth. It was obvious that he felt extremely embarrassed because he had been stimulated by her letter.
However, Irel did not realize that. Varkan grabbed her wrist and casually placed her hand on the bulge in the front of his pants. Thanks to that, she fully felt everything
ferocious creature
billowing like life under the palm of your hand.
“…!!”
Irel was startled as if he had touched fire and tried to withdraw his hand. But the hand was tightly held in Varkan's strong pincers and could not move.
“Let go, let me go.”
Instead of letting her go, Varkan chuckled, then started moving her hand, rubbing it over his member. His eyes, which were initially full of teasing, quickly became colored with lust.
“Ah… I really like it.”
He pushed his member harder through the fabric, his waist began to sway lustfully up and down. Red light flashed through his furrowed eyelids, and white teeth appeared between his sexy lips. The hoarse moan that escaped sounded like the growl of a giant beast before mating time.
Irel stared at the scene before him and the feeling of hardness colliding in his palm, unable to believe his eyes. It was still daytime, right in front of the desk where she had just written the letter, Varkan was pleasuring himself, even if only half-heartedly. And he even used her own hands.
It was clear that Varkan was the one doing the lewd things, but strangely, she felt unbearably embarrassed. Irel closed her eyes tightly, completely not daring to look straight at him - who was continuously thrusting her hips.
“Open your eyes.”
As soon as she closed her eyes, his voice crept into her ears. A voice with overwhelming power made her unable to resist.
Instinctively, Irel had to open her eyes. Right in front of her were a pair of hot, red irises looking at her intensely, as if wanting to devour her.
Sometimes, eyes convey more than words. As soon as he made eye contact with that look, Irel felt it with his female instinct: he was nakedly exploring her in all the most lustful ways in his mind.
“Varkan…”
An unconscious plea for mercy came out. Hearing that, Varkan laughed softly even while thrusting his hips.
“It's better not to taste it.”
Gritting his teeth and muttering, he let go of Irel's wrist. She just had time to breathe a sigh of relief when Varkan picked her up by the waist and placed her on the table.
The table was quite high, so when she sat on it, she and Varkan were at eye level with each other. While Irel was still in shock from suddenly being placed on the table, his muscular body squeezed between her legs. This makes Irel unable to close his legs.
His body was too close. Irel used his hands to lean back, tilting his upper body down, wanting to create some distance.
But that was a mistake. Even though her upper body had retreated, her lower body involuntarily turned towards him.
“Every day I think about this.”
Varkan easily lifted her skirt and caressed her snow-white thighs. The soft feeling sticking to his palm made his throat vibrate slightly.
“How soft this skin is.”
He tightened his lower body into the space between her legs. Through the thin fabric, she clearly felt the erect, hot shape of his penis. It radiated wet heat, pressing her against her panties.
“This hole inside is sucking my member so tightly.”
“Ah!!”
Varkan thrust his hips forcefully through his underwear, as if he were actually going in, causing Irel to let out a moan. The tension he intentionally created was so intense, it almost made her suffocate.
In this situation, her body still honestly responded to the man's strong physicality. Her nipples were hard without touching them, and every nerve was concentrated between her legs. As if realizing that, his fingers slid through her panties, running a long path inside her.
“It's wet.”
Having said that, Varkan confirmed by slowly rubbing the opening. The hot, hard feeling of the fingertips gently pressing down made her feel like she was being electrocuted.
Her insides spasmed involuntarily, as if demanding something, and her clitoris swelled from his tantalizing stimulation. Under her body, the clear liquid of love kept leaking out, against her will.
Thanks to that, sound
squeaky
of liquid on his fingertips gradually grew larger. Behind the curtain
scoop water
Full of lust that was not suitable for an afternoon study room, he finally withdrew his hand.
"I'm soaked. Is it that good?"
His hand was held out in front of her, wet with love, sparkling like silver. Seeing that scene, Irel didn't know what to say, just bit her lip.
At that moment, he stuck out his red tongue and licked his fingers. It was as if the fluid she secreted was a sweet syrup.
“Why, why…!”
Irel blushed deeply, almost crying. But the embarrassing things have only just begun.
"You noisy mouth. Take this in."
He stuffed the end of the dress that kept sliding down into Irel's mouth. She was shocked and unconsciously tried to let go, but then had to stop before his threat.
“If you let it out, I'll put something else in.”
Varkan is the kind of man who is more than capable of doing that. Realizing this, Irel trembled and looked up at him.
Her blue eyes had a pitiful look, evoking the image of a deer caught in a trap. And unfortunately, that tragedy further stimulates the sadistic personality of perverts like Varkan.
“If you want to cry, just cry.”
He won't hold back. Varkan licked his lips and used both hands to squeeze her thighs, spreading them wide. Then, he lowered his face and buried it in her panties, which were already wet and stuck to her body.
“Ah… Um…”
The feeling of licking through the thin fabric made Irel shiver. Even though her panties hadn't been removed, preventing her pussy from being exposed, the caress through the fabric was even more discreet and stimulating.
The feeling of his tongue sliding across her already congested clitoris drove her crazy. The itchy, extremely pleasant feeling, like being continuously rubbed by a soft feather. Even the caress when he gently bit the sensitive tip, then sucked hard through the fabric became sweet.
The orgasm surged all the way to the back of my throat, seemingly about to flow out through the top of my head. Therefore, her lips unconsciously opened, causing the hem of her skirt to slip away.
“I told you I would punish you if you let go.”