Chapter 68
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 68
“Ah…!”
With a soft gasp, she froze. Oscar paused, his own breath catching.
His gaze dropped past the hem of her clothes, lingering.
The intimate flesh he had only explored with his fingertips until now was flushed red, laid bare before him.
His blue eyes, usually cold with cruel calculation, instantly clouded over like a storm-swept sky.
“Ah…”
Shame washed over her, and the woman who had been so docile and obedient until now tried to twist away. Oscar pressed down on her lower back, unhesitatingly tracing his fingertips deep into the ripe cleft of her heat.
“Ah!”
He watched the parted flesh twitch and shrink. The wetness that had slicked her earlier had not yet dried. Was there any fluid that suited her sensitive flesh so perfectly?
His touch grew bolder, crueler.
Oscar slid a finger into the narrow, weeping opening. He felt the passage twitch as it slickly swallowed his finger, as if her entire body had contracted around that single digit. He could vividly feel the fine, delicate texture of her inner muscles.
His long finger slid deep inside, then pulled back. When he thrust deep again, pressing firmly against a certain spot, the woman on her hands and knees shuddered violently. As he pressed a little harder against that sensitive spot, her knees threatened to buckle.
But Oscar slipped his other hand under her belly to support her, then drove his finger even deeper.
He recalled the moment he had pressed deep inside her the night before.
When he’d pressed against a certain spot deep within her slick, hot passage with the tip of his middle finger, a sudden gush of wetness had soaked his hand. At that moment, she had frozen. Her eyes had grown hazy and unfocused, and a thin whimper had escaped her lips.
Ah, mnh…
The moment that whimper, fainter than a drizzle, reached his ears, Oscar had frozen. The sound, so quiet he wasn't even sure he had actually heard it, seemed to cling to his mind.
You, whimpering as you overflowed with pleasure.
Squelch, squelch.
The wet, obscene sound echoing from the passage swallowing his finger was enough to drive him mad. Clear fluid kept weeping from the tight walls that clung to his finger like a mouth.
“Haa…”
He was truly going insane.
Why had he told this woman to get on her hands and knees?
Oscar von Reinhardt, a man who always calculated his self-interest and acted with cold efficiency, was now as frantic and impatient as a man dying of thirst.
His erection was so engorged it was painful, as though it might burst at any moment. Looking down at his tip, already slick with pre-come, he couldn't even muster a dry laugh.
Gritting his teeth, he withdrew his finger from her tight passage. He pressed the head of his shaft against the puckering opening. Feeling a thickness that couldn't compare to a finger, Seo-ah gasped sharply.
“Bear it.”
Without even realizing he had spoken, Oscar pushed forward with impatient urgency.
He pressed his thick head against the entrance that had struggled to accommodate a single finger. Just that contact made the blood in his veins boil.
Will I ever be able to stop this?
The fleeting thought was instantly crushed, discarded as carelessly as a stubbed-out cigarette.
The passage, which had seemed too tight for even a finger, was surprisingly yielding, and there was more than enough slickness to ease his way.
Tensing his lower body, he drove his hips forward. His rigid length slowly sank into her tight, delicate warmth.
“Ha… Ah…”
A pained whimper escaped her. At the same time, the delicate muscles inside her clamped down hard.
Whether she intended to or not, one thing was certain: everything about her provoked him. Her vacant gaze, her slightest movement, even her shallow breaths—it all grated on his nerves.
Her scent filled his nose, and her pale hips and thighs pressed flush against his pelvis. The delicate curve of her spine and waist aroused him to an absurd degree.
“Haa…”
Her inner walls squeezed his shaft, and he felt as if he were being swallowed whole—as if he would melt and dissolve completely into her body.
No… perhaps that’s exactly what I want.
In an instant, the memory of last night flashed vividly before his eyes.
You, completely covered in my mess.
As the erotic image filled his vision, making his head spin, a hot, thick sensation surged from his lower abdomen. It raced through his veins at a terrifying speed before he could even try to rein it in. In a split second, it shot past his heart and sent a jolt straight to his brain.
His carefully maintained rationality was swept away like a fragile paper boat caught in a raging tempest.
He couldn't hold back the overwhelming urge to release. It was pathetic, really—he hadn't even begun to thrust, yet a single insertion was enough to push him to the brink.
But then again… considering how desperately he had craved this, it wasn't all that surprising.
Thick, blue veins bulged across his tense lower abdomen and the column of his neck, but he barely registered the strain.
A blue fire flared in Oscar's eyes.
He wanted to ruin her.
He didn't know what he would do once he ruined her. He only knew he wanted to dissolve completely inside her tight, narrow passage.
The water held behind the dam was already spilling over the edge, waiting for the barrier to break. He had reached his absolute limit.
“Ha.”
Oscar let out a sharp, breathless laugh as the dam finally burst. He gritted his teeth, his lips curling into a fierce, twisted smile.
The seed that had gathered inside him surged toward the tip of his shaft. A dizzying wave of pleasure crashed down from his pelvis, completely swallowing the young master of Reinhardt.
Spurt, spurt.
“Ugh…”
A thick, hot flood—incomparable to the slickness that had coated his fingers—burst from the tip of his shaft. He felt every drop of the viscous, warm fluid filling her tight passage with excruciating clarity.
Was this what it felt like to have one's very soul melt and pour out? Or was this the bottomless abyss from which there was no escape? Yet, since he had no desire to stop, perhaps he had already fallen.
“Haa…”
Oscar groaned, gripping her pale, trembling waist with one hand. He slowly pulled his hips back, feeling her ribbed inner walls cling tightly to his shaft. Despite having just released, he could already feel himself hardening again.
You crazy bastard.
A lingering fragment of his rationality whispered, but it was helplessly crushed by the sight of the thick, white fluid coating his shaft.
Thick, white seed was spilling from the seam where they were joined without a single gap.
Oscar froze, forgetting to breathe. A thrilling wave of satisfaction rushed through his entire body.
Her depths, which held him so completely, were now filled to the brim with him.
*
Although the climate of Luxen was often described as mild and clear, that didn't mean it was warm year-round or that rainfall was scarce.
Luxen had a distinct winter. It was only called “mild” because the temperature never dropped low enough for snow.
In fact, most of Luxen’s rain fell during autumn and winter, far more than in spring and summer. Unlike some nations in West Norfolk where a light drizzle would persist for months, when it rained in Luxen, it poured. The contrast between sunny and rainy days was stark. And on nights when the heavens opened, the downpour would rage until dawn.
Just like tonight.
Listening to the relentless patter of the rain, Oscar thought, Is it still pouring?
At the same time, another thought crossed his mind: This is just as endless as that wretched rain.
As if rutting like beasts last night hadn't been enough, tonight was proving to be no different. He had let himself get dragged into this like a fool.
He had lost all track of time. The heavy storm clouds blotting out the sky were partly to blame, but that wasn't the only reason.
This is dangerous.
A voice seemed to whisper from a vast distance. You are in danger right now.
Pausing the seemingly endless act, Oscar took a moment to catch his breath. The clothes he had discarded in his feverish haste lay strewn like trash beside the bed. Both he and the woman beneath him were completely naked.
Oscar's gaze drifted to the red ribbon barely clinging to the ends of her disheveled hair.
Ah. Since that’s still hanging on, perhaps saying she doesn’t have a single thread on is technically incorrect.
The ribbon looked starkly red against her pale back, her skin appearing even whiter against the crimson silk.
Her pitifully slender back rose and fell with her ragged breathing. Yet, she made no sound, keeping her face buried deep in the blankets as she endured.
Oscar stared down at Seo-ah with cold, dark eyes. Gripping her waist tightly with both hands, he commanded, “Get on your knees.”
She squirmed, pulling her knees under her to lift her hips. Her slender back arched further, the line of her spine defining itself sharply. Between her parted thighs, he could see her delicate, swollen flesh still clinging tightly to his shaft.
“…”
Watching her, Oscar took a deep, slow breath.
His rationality had sunk deep beneath the surface long ago, back when he felt his body melting. All that remained was a beast in heat, desperate to devour this tiny woman.
“I said, get on your knees.”
At his cold snap, the woman, whose posture had begun to sag, forced her hips up once more.
But it was only for a fleeting moment.