Chapter 55
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 55
Oscar pressed down on her thigh with his free hand.
“Didn’t I tell you? If you’re going to play the whore, do it right. But if you’re just a naive fool acting on a whim, you’d better be careful.”
Her struggling ceased at the sharp rebuke, each word a biting point.
The woman, whose strength was usually her silence, blinked, her lips parting slightly. In the end, however, she said nothing.
Looking into her eyes from this close, he could almost see the last of what she’d been desperately clinging to begin to crumble.
What was it? Honor? Chastity?
Whatever it was, it had nothing to do with him.
At last, her trembling eyes went dark and empty before she closed them, as if in complete resignation.
“…”
“…”
A vile smile touched Oscar’s lips.
Resignation? From the very person who had made this night—a night he’d meant to drown in alcohol—so utterly loathsome? The thought was almost laughable.
“You have a real talent for killing the mood.”
The moment her tightly shut eyes opened again, Oscar moved his fingers without restraint. He felt skin as parched as her lips and heard the sharp, shrill intake of her breath.
Oscar watched her as his fingers explored the heat between her legs. He caressed the smooth, almost hairless texture, his senses seeming to concentrate entirely in his fingertips.
His entire world shrank to the size of the woman, who was barely half his size.
His senses were focused on his touch, his gaze fixed on the face of the woman sitting on him. He lost all track of time and space.
She made no sound—no cries, no pleas for him to stop. She simply lay still, her presence a heavy weight, before closing her eyes again. Then she opened them and stared at the ceiling, one hand still clutching the front of her gown, pressed to her chest.
But just as all his senses were focused on his fingertips, hers were undoubtedly focused below. He could feel her breathing change with every movement of his hand.
Oscar rubbed his thumb up and down the crease between her parted flesh, then found the round, swollen nub of her clitoris. He didn’t just stroke it; he massaged it slowly and deliberately. When he’d first touched her, the legs draped over his thighs had tensed. Now, as he began to rub, the still woman held her breath.
It was a subtle change, but like a feather tickling his skin, it set his insides to a roiling boil.
“So damn irritating, the way you get under my skin.”
Oscar raised his free left hand. He gently cupped her cheek, turning her vacant, unfocused gaze toward his.
Why was he trying to look into her eyes? Why was he toying with her like this instead of just fucking his surging lust away?
The fleeting thoughts brushed past him like fragments, vanishing before they could form any meaning.
Oscar brought his thumb to her tightly sealed lips. He pressed and stroked the soft flesh before prying them open and delving inside. He traced the line of her teeth, swiped across the slick membrane within, then withdrew his now thoroughly wet thumb. With that same hand, he stroked the parched flesh below—specifically, the small, protruding pearl of her clitoris.
He felt a slickness at his fingertip. The small, resilient pearl yielded when he pressed it and sprang back when he released it.
Throughout it all, Oscar’s gaze remained stubbornly fixed on her face.
“Hh… ngh.”
He was like a devil from the abyss, determined to drag her down into the pit with him before he would be satisfied.
The breath rising in his throat was like the heat of a furnace. It felt as if it had not only scorched his throat but cooked his brain, evaporating any trace of doubt he might have felt moments before.
Only the desire to completely devour the woman before him remained, surging endlessly.
Well then, why not just devour her?
Like a devil from the abyss, Oscar devoured her in an instant. He pushed up from his leisurely recline and wrapped both arms around the small of her back. Capturing her lips was a raw, thoughtless act, trapping her with no room to escape.
“Hh, heup…”
Caught like prey, she took a sharp breath through their joined lips and exhaled clumsily. Her ragged breaths shattered inside his mouth as their tongues tangled, saliva and heat mixing again and again. The air she breathed out seeped into his own acrid lungs.
Oscar acted like a man trying to draw breath from a place deeper than her lungs.
“Eu, ngh.”
He felt the breathless woman gasp and push against his chest. She twisted her body, shoving at his shoulders with both hands, a sob catching between her breaths.
An unquenched thirst scratched at the back of his throat. Like a predator whose hunt had been interrupted, Oscar narrowed his eyes and broke the kiss.
“Heuh, hak, hak…”
Through her dark, fallen bangs, he saw her completely disheveled face. It was flushed red, and she was too preoccupied to do anything but heave ragged breaths.
She seemed so out of it that she hadn’t even noticed she’d let go of the gown she’d been clutching for dear life.
His gaze slid downward.
He saw a slender, bony frame, her delicate collarbones especially prominent. His eyes followed the gentle curve down to a pair of rounded breasts. At the peak of each modest mound was a pink crest the color of her lips.
He felt like a beast whose thirst and hunger had not been sated, baring its teeth as it closed in.
Oscar let out a languid laugh and raised his eyes.
Her soft panting, the clumsy hand trying to grab her open gown… He’d said she was bad at playing the whore, but perhaps she was the most cunning one of all.
The hot breath rising in his throat finally caught fire. Oscar yanked her reed-thin body forcefully toward him. His lust, swollen to its limit, pressed against her.
As he folded her dangling legs onto the sofa, her knees touching the backrest, the tip of her breast hardened into a tight berry.
At this much closer distance, he could even see the goosebumps that had risen on her skin.
Oscar laughed softly.
My night has become loathsome, so yours will be just as miserable.
Oscar tilted his head as if for a kiss. Then, he touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of her breast, a sight so obscene it made his head spin.
In that moment, he felt cold hands cup his cheeks. She was sitting on his stomach, and he had his head tilted toward her. He hated having anything above him, but right now, he was deeply content.
He languidly raised his eyes to see her, having reflexively grabbed his head, just gaping at him. In that same position, with only his eyes lifted, Oscar commanded:
“Let go.”
He saw her face stiffen. As the strength left the hands cupping his cheeks, Oscar let out a laugh and slowly licked her nipple.
“Ah, I…!”
She squirmed, desperate to pull away but not knowing how. She couldn’t retreat, nor could she bring herself to touch him again; all she could do was tremble and flinch.
The more she did, the more persistently Oscar licked her nipple. With his tongue, with his lips, he teased the swollen crest until the soft flesh hardened as if erect.
He had started with the thought of making her even more miserable, but at some point, that thought vanished. All that remained was an idiot, sucking greedily at her breast.
The hand that had been caressing her smooth back now gripped her rounded bottom. The man who had been panting between her swollen breasts began to devour her lips like a madman. Then, instinctively, his fingers found the entrance he longed to invade.
“…”
The squirming woman went still. The man who had been about to mate with her like a crazed animal also stopped.
Oscar saw his own reflection in her transparent eyes.
In those clear eyes, he was, quite literally, a fucking dog in heat. He laughed languidly. Then, unlike before, he used his thumb and middle finger to spread open the entrance, which was now slick with moisture. Into the parted opening, he pushed the first knuckle of his index finger.
I’m in heat. You can’t just stay like this.
The moment his advancing fingertip was stopped by a curve inside her, her face contorted for the first time. The sight of her shrinking back and biting her lip made his lower abdomen burn.
The passage, as if it had never known any invasion in its life, was so tight it seemed it couldn’t swallow a single finger. With a slow hand, Oscar stirred inside the warm, narrow path in a circular motion. At the touch that stretched the round passage, her flat stomach and round breasts rose and fell with ragged breaths.
In a world that seemed tinged with red, Oscar pushed his finger a little deeper.
“Ah… it hurts.”
“…”
“It hurts, Your Excellency…”
A single tear trickled down her reddened cheek.
Oscar, who found no scent pleasant aside from the acrid smoke of cigarettes, frowned at the sweet fragrance that suddenly filled his head. There was no reason for such a scent to appear.
But lust gave rise to incomprehensible things.
Oscar swallowed her tear-stained lips. At the same time, he pulled her flinching body tightly against him and delved deeper, into a wetter place, toward the point where she, too, would finally break. He pushed in until his knuckles met her entrance and he could go no further. It was in that moment, as he pressed and pressed again, caressing the hot, pliant flesh deep inside…
…that he suddenly felt a gush of wetness at his fingertip.
A fluid that would soften the slick membrane and make the path easier seeped out from the deepest part of her, drenching his finger.
Oscar pulled his lips from hers.
Her once-parched lips were now thoroughly wet and glistening with saliva he couldn’t tell from his own, and the once-parched place below was just as wet. Her pale face was flushed, and her clouded eyes were glazed over, staring at nothing.