“Your body, do you know how sexy it really is?”
“No, um! Ahh!”
"I'm going crazy. So tight, so hot, so delicious."
Those were such lewd words that she wanted to clean her ears. Varkan, who had been teasing her for a long time, bent his waist so far that his chest was almost pressed against her back. The feeling of penetration became even deeper, as if he had closed into the very edge of her cave wall.
So deep. If this continues, something will happen inside.
Irel thought so and sobbed and begged with a tongue that could no longer function smoothly.
“Stop, stop…”
However, Varkan had no intention of stopping, on the contrary, he pushed deeper, one push
Thud
full of violence. At this point, she couldn't even speak anymore, even her moans were choked. She held her breath, threw her head back and trembled violently. Seeing that scene, Varkan licked his lips and smiled sensually.
“It seems like you really like me penetrating you deeply.”
So, satisfying the other person's wishes is the duty of a male. He used both hands to spread Irel's buttocks wide, then inserted his penis deeply. Then, he completely pressed her lower abdomen, swayed his belt back and forth, and rubbed her insides long and deep.
Now, Irel can't even cry out loud. Excessive pleasure had almost turned into pain. She gasped with her breath rising up to her neck, kicking her legs, twisting her waist, trying to escape from under his body.
And the more clumsily Irel tried to escape, the more fiercely Varkan burned.
"Do you like being stabbed by me? To the point of having to cry and scream like that?"
Irel cried, shaking her head in denial. The tie that was hanging over her face flew away and fell to the ground.
For a moment, Varkan forgot to breathe, staring intently at the face that appeared. The pale face under the soft hair was red from pleasure, wet with tears, but it itself was still as beautiful as a rain-drenched flower.
Her lovely moist cheeks were like a shiny peach coated with honey, and her red, swollen lips from being bitten and torn were as sexy as a... secret place. Looking at that face, he felt as if a strong floral scent rose to the tip of his nose.
“Damn it.”
You really don't let people know what restraint is. Varkan, with an even more frantic expression, enthusiastically pounced on her.
"Huh! Ah! Ahh!"
His penis became even more aggressive, penetrating deeply into the swollen cave wall. Even though he had penetrated as deep as he could, he still wanted to go deeper and deeper.
He hysterically stuck to her back and shook his belt vigorously. He crushed her breasts that were pressed against the table, used two fingers to spread the intercourse area, and tried to penetrate deeply. By the way, he also did not forget to rub the pearl entangled on his fingertip with pleasure.
Irel had climaxed many times, and he clearly felt her insides spasming and trembling. Hắn loáng thoáng thấy những ngón tay mảnh khảnh của cô cào cấu mặt bàn, và cái đầu lắc lư như thể đang run rẩy.
“Stop, whew! Ahh…!”
It felt like she was floating in a swamp of pleasure that was deep to the top of her head. Irel didn't know what to do, swept away by crazy pleasure. The inner wall where he entered and exited turned white and hot, constantly pushing her to the next extreme level.
She was scared and thought she would go crazy. Giọng nức nở, bị dày vò ấy thảm thương đến mức, ngay cả Varkan, kẻ máu lạnh vô tình, cũng thoáng chốc cảm thấy xót thương. However, he couldn't stop.
"Shouldn't have been, huh. Tight like that."
He roughly pushed deeper, penetrating the fiercely constricting inner folds. The tormented flesh became hot from being poked too much, seductively entwining him. After a few times of pounding hard inside, the pleasure reached his limit, causing him to release.
“Huh…”
He swallowed, tilting his head back. Khuôn mặt lộ ra giữa mái tóc đẫm mồ hôi nhăn lại đầy vẻ quyến rũ, chiếc lưỡi thè ra khỏi đôi môi đỏ bừng vì nhiệt độ, thở dốc như đang liếm lấy không khí lạnh.
What a terrible pleasure. Hai cơ thể nóng rực va chạm, tan chảy và hòa quyện vào nhau, cảm giác như đầu óc trống rỗng, hóa thành một đống bùn trắng xóa.
He fainted, immersed in the satisfaction of pleasure. In this moment, he felt extremely fulfilled, as if he didn't need anything else.
Maybe because of that? He suddenly kissed Irel's shoulder and back who was lying face down on the table. Her skin, which was originally as white as snow, now turned pink as if dyed the color of delicate flowers because of the aftertaste of intercourse. It felt like he was kissing spring.
“Irel, my Receiver.”
He whispered in a hoarse, tired voice. And then, he suddenly realized. Because he was so immersed in the sexual encounter, he completely forgot his original intention of performing 'Sebrin'.
But right now, he couldn't try to perform Sebrin on Irel, who was exhausted from the intense lovemaking. Her weak body would have to bear too great a burden.
Realizing his stupidity, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. However, his capricious nature, extremely satisfied with the full sexual intercourse, convinced otherwise.
Leave it alone. She's mine now.
That's right. It's mine. Once she voluntarily entered his arms, no one would dare touch her. Because he won't allow that to happen.
Absolute.
The corners of his mouth stretched out, a long, possessive smile. The woman was completely disturbed because he was so beautiful, making him feel full even though he had not eaten anything.
The sun is so bright today. Even though the four o'clock sunlight couldn't be that bright, she still felt like it was stabbing her eyes.
For that reason, her head kept hurting for no reason. Irel rubbed her temples and involuntarily sighed.
“Haa.”
“Are you feeling unwell?”
Chellos reacted to that sigh as quickly as the devil. Right now, he is taking Irel on a tour of the Baslow Moore mansion. This is for the person who is about to become the owner of this place.
Don't know how long she will last.
Chellos' eyes looked at Irel skeptically. This place is no different from the wettest dark corner of the kingdom. Only the twisted can survive in this sunless place.
However, Irel, shining like a bright ray of sunlight, intervened in the middle. With a very innocent face, without any shadow.
"I'm okay. Just a little tired, don't worry."
Irel, who knew nothing, deliberately responded to Chellos's question in a mature manner. In reality, she wasn't just 'a little' tired, but she didn't want to appear weak right now.
The consequences of yesterday's sexual intercourse made her wake up but thought she was not awake. The limbs feel heavy as if affected by some invisible buoyant force, every step is a torture.
That's the reason why the tour of the mansion that was supposed to start earlier was postponed until now. Irel was tormented by Varkan to the point that he could not stand up.
It's all because of that man.
Irel had difficulty opening her eyes, which seemed cold today. Varkan's Baslow Moore mansion turned out to be quite a well-lit place. It seems that even an evil person like him is somewhat aware of the importance of photosynthesis.
Just the sunlight reflecting off the white wall was enough to make her uncomfortable, and the light pink hair of Chellos, who was guiding her, was also too bright today. Seeing Irel squinting at his hair, Chellos asked again.
“Is there anything on my hair?”
“Ah, no. It's just that your hair is beautiful.”
With that carefree answer, Chellos paused. He said nothing politely, but Irel knew. He doesn't like his hair.
[Ting! Chellos' favor score has decreased by 1.]
Although very small, it is clear that the favorability score has decreased. Chellos tend to be quite conservative and fastidious for their age. Therefore, he does not like his slim and somewhat beautiful appearance. And this hair color even highlights the physical features he doesn't like.
In particular, if it weren't for Varkan, his fate would probably have been that of a male engineer struggling in the slums. The pimp who had been eyeing him since he was a child paid a very high price for this rare hair color. He also said vulgar words that his hair color was like the flesh of a peach, just looking at it was enough to turn people off
erection
.
Therefore, there are no good memories associated with this hair. This is also the reason why Chellos always insisted on wearing black, despite the ridicule that he was attending a funeral. He couldn't choose his natural hair color, but he could at least choose his clothes color to try to make it gloomy.
He glanced at Irel with emotionless eyes. Unlike his gentle, somewhat childish pink hair, Irel's platinum hair shines with elegance, expressing his noble status.
Just as Chellos' eyes were about to darken, Irel, who was confused by the decrease in sympathy points, quickly explained further.
“Sorry if my words were rude. I just… I really like spring.”
“Spring, ma'am?”
"Yes. It is the season of all new beginnings, the source of life, both beautiful and warm."
Chellos frowned. He understood that she liked spring, but didn't understand why she was bringing it up now.
Right at that moment. Irel looked up at Chellos with shy eyes and spoke softly.
“But Chellos's hair… looks as if spring is coming.”
Chellos' eyes widened a little at those words. The hair that he always thought of as being associated with cheap men's performance, vulgarity, and a dirty past... could be the color of spring for someone.