Chapter 117: Breaking the Spirit - 4
Chapter 117: Breaking the Spirit - 4
Yura closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his again.
She wrapped her arms around Jiha's neck herself and floated up slightly, making the kiss smooth and easy.
The woman slid her tongue out first, and Jiha answered on reflex.
"Nn...."
Yura tightened her embrace, pulling herself flush against him.
The soft curves of her body, her full breasts, pressed firmly into his chest.
Her tongue slowly met Jiha's and rubbed gently against it.
"......Nn."
Their tongues tangled before she caught his lower lip and sucked on it softly.
Yura's full-on advance made the blood gradually stiffen Jiha's groin.
"You...."
When Jiha tried to speak, Yura sealed his lips again and ran her small hand over his chest through his clothes.
A succubus's instinct—she knew exactly how to please a man.
Her palm traced slow, suggestive circles over his chest, and Jiha felt the impulse rising.
He wanted to throw this woman down right now.
Men rarely refuse a woman who comes to them first.
And Yura had a body that was ridiculously attractive, didn't she?
Beneath her demure face lay an unbalanced swell of breasts and a waist so impossibly narrow it defied belief, then the explosive curve sweeping into her hips. Looking at her, it would have been stranger not to get hard.
There were reasons, but it was still hard to believe a woman like this had remained a virgin.
"Haa. Haa...."
Lick. Lick.
Mouth still against Jiha's, Yura parted her lips just enough to run her tongue over his in a lewd, teasing stroke.
Her half-lidded eyes flickered with wanton invitation.
She was tempting him—asking if he didn't want her right now, if he didn't want to take her.
'She's getting cocky....'
Yura's boldness was getting to him, but the location was the problem.
This was the corridor of the VIP quarters, not even twenty paces from where Asira had been working.
Mindful of their surroundings, Jiha calculated how to make the most of the current moment.
When he reached out to feel along the wall, Yura clung to him even tighter.
"Where are you going...?"
"You want to do it here?"
"Before, we...."
Yura flushed with fresh embarrassment.
They'd done it in the garden, hadn't they?
But if Asira happened to open the door and come out, she'd see Yura tangled up with him.
Yura had been the one heating up first with the deep kiss, yet now she meekly kept her arms around Jiha's neck and let him lead.
She floated just off the floor, so he felt no weight at all.
Jiha sidestepped down the hall, grabbed the nearest door, and pushed it open.
It wasn't locked.
"......Nnn."
Once inside the room with him, Yura moved to kiss him again, insistent—then her eyes flickered wide.
She took in the scattered furnishings, the luggage lying open here and there, the pink sheets on the bed. The color drained from her face in an instant.
"Wait, Lord Jiha. This is...."
"Right then, shall we?"
Jiha took her hand and pushed her down. Yura tried to wriggle free at once, but she was overpowered.
The mattress bounced as the red-haired succubus landed beneath him.
Jiha pinned her arms and looked down at her, smiling.
"Th-this is Asira's bedroom...."
Yura's voice came out small and cowed.
"It's a room with a bed."
"N-no. Let's go somewhere else...."
Yura pleaded, but Jiha ignored her and grabbed her top, tearing it open.
Stripped by force, she crossed her arms over her chest and hunched her shoulders.
Not that it mattered—her breasts were so large she couldn't properly cover them, and it only made a man more excited anyway.
"L-Lord Jiha...."
"You seduced me first, didn't you? Naughty girl."
"E-even so...."
For Yura, this was impossible to accept.
Screwing the man Asira had her eye on—in Asira's own bed.
When Yura resisted, Jiha seized the hands she was using to hide her chest and pulled them up.
His rough grip forced her slender wrists above her head, baring the dazzling white breasts.
Jiha unhesitatingly sucked the pink bud trembling in the center.
"H-haahk.... Haang."
Hands pinned tight, held down, her breast sucked, the succubus let out a heated moan.
Schlurp, schlurp, slurp.
Jiha deliberately made noise as he sucked her nipple. Yura's face twisted as her body twitched and shuddered.
When he sucked with his lips and teased with his tongue, the bud stiffened as if it had been waiting, growing even easier to work.
Jiha buried his face deep in her breast and licked the nipple to his heart's content.
It felt like shoving his face into a white cream cake and devouring it greedily, like a beast.
"Hnn. Haa. L-Lord Jiha. Ah, ah, aaah...."
With the woman's convulsing moans as his accompaniment, Jiha sucked the nipple for a long while, then switched to the other side.
"Hnn. Hnght...."
As the pleasure shifted, Yura let out a trembling moan and cradled Jiha's head in her arms.
Jiha drenched the bud in saliva and sucked until he was satisfied, only lifting his head much later.
"Haaht. Haa, haa...."
Just from having her breasts sucked, Yura's face had gone bright red and she was panting for breath.
Jiha took one enormous breast in each hand—hardly manageable even with both hands—and pushed them together toward the center.
"Ah, ah...."
Yura made a frightened noise as she realized too late what he meant to do.
Jiha's mouth closed over both pink nipples at once, gathered together.
"Hnngaaaht. Haang...."
Yura's hips arched up off the bed, convulsing.
He spread his palms greedily, kneading her breasts as much as he pleased, sucking her nipples as much as he pleased.
It felt like doing everything a man could possibly do with a chest.
When Jiha sucked hard, then rolled the buds between his lips and teased circles around the areolae with his tongue, Yura's breath caught in her throat as though she couldn't endure it.
"H-haahk. Haang. Hnnnng. L-Lord Jiha.... Aaht. I-if you suck them that hard...."
Yura couldn't take it and let her moans spill out. Jiha slowly pulled his mouth away and released his grip on her breasts.
She looked up at him with wet eyes, gasping.
"U-um. Let's stop here...."
Her body had grown so heated that sweat beaded in the valley between her breasts, but Yura still couldn't seem to get past the fact that this was Asira's bedroom.
Instead of answering, Jiha took her breasts from below and pushed them upward.
The feel of those soft, full mounds filling his hands was a pleasure beyond compare, but that wasn't his only aim.
"Ah...."
Yura's eyes trembled as she looked at the nipple now thrust close to her own mouth.
She'd done this before, so she knew what Jiha was demanding.
"U-um...."
"Do it."
Jiha's low growl made her flinch before she opened her mouth.
She squeezed her eyes shut and took her own stiffened nipple into her lips.
"Nn.... Hnn...."
She resisted only at first. Once she started, she couldn't hold back—her eyebrows quivered helplessly.
Watching Yura's face, Jiha took the other breast in his hand and sucked at it noisily.
"Haang, hnght. Slurp. Schlp, haaht...."
Between the man sucking her and the pleasure of sucking herself, Yura's face melted with ecstasy.
Jiha watched that expression while he kneaded her breast and held her already impossibly hard nipple between his teeth, giving it the gentlest bite.
"Hnnnnght!"
Yura froze for a second at the pain-tinged pleasure, then resumed sucking her nipple right after.
As though she dared not defy Jiha's will.
He released the breast he'd been sucking and took hold of the one Yura was working on herself.
He pulled the bud from her lips and, meeting her eyes, extended just his tongue to lick the stiffened nipple with slow strokes.
"Hnnnng...."
Shuddering, Yura answered his wordless demand by sticking out her own tongue and sliding it over the areola.
Sharing one breast between them, the two of them licked as if in competition, eyes locked, until their lips slowly drew closer and met again.
"Hnn, hnn...."
This time Yura opened her mouth, let her tongue slip out just a little, and simply let Jiha play with it as he liked.
While he toyed with her tongue freely, Yura's hand moved in circles over Jiha's chest.
Before he knew it, she had quietly undone a button and was stroking his bare skin.
"......."
The fine hand caressing his chest paused for a heartbeat, then began teasing around his nipple.
"Nn."
Jiha, who had been thoroughly toying with Yura's tongue, flinched at the unfamiliar jolt of pleasure.
Yura's eyes opened a slit. She pinched his nipple between her fingers.
Jiha ignored her and kept kissing, but now Yura made her tongue dodge his—slipping away teasingly—while she tweaked his nipple firmly.
Their lips parted, and with her face glistening, wet with his saliva, Yura whispered in a sultry voice.
"You like it... when I do this, don't you?"
"......."
At that faintly smug tone, Jiha answered not with words but by pushing his thigh between her legs.
"Hik— ...haahk."
When he rubbed his knee against her soaked core, the strength drained from Yura's hands.
Having thoroughly crushed her small counterattack, Jiha kneaded her wet core with his knee while bringing his fingers back to her breast.
"What was that?"
"Ha, hahk. Hnght...."
Jiha caught Yura's nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisted it, and pulled it upward. She threw her head back, her chin trembling.
Only after a long beat did a moan escape her quivering lips.
"Haahk, haahk. Hnnngk...."
When Jiha finally released her nipple slowly, she breathed a sigh of relief.
But then he gripped it again, harder this time, pinching and pulling as if he meant to tear the bud right off her chest.
"Haaht. Haang.... Nnngk...."
Yura rasped out labored, agonized breaths, but Jiha could feel the spot against his knee growing even wetter.
Pop.
When he let go, the breast jiggled and bounced back into shape.
It was a miraculous pair of tits—huge enough to make your eyes spin, yet not sagging at all, brimming with elasticity.
"Haa. Haahk. Haaht...."
Yura shuddered violently, tears welling, and gasped for air.
Having rashly provoked Jiha and been thoroughly counterattacked, she now seemed cowed and covered her breasts with her arms again.
Knowing she couldn't hide everything, she spread her palms just enough to conceal the nipples.
But while Yura was distracted protecting her chest, Jiha slid his hand down below her waist and calmly stripped off her lower garments.
Her clothing was simple to begin with, and with his strength behind it, it all came off at once, revealing her thoroughly soaked nether region.
"Ah...."
Yura let out an embarrassed moan and quickly squeezed her thighs together, covering her shame with her hand.
But she had three places she wanted to hide and only two hands.
Jiha smiled as he slowly rolled her left nipple—now unguarded—under his fingertip, and Yura looked ready to cry.
"L-Lord Jiha. Please, somewhere else...."
Jiha had led her here, her body was burning up, and she was struggling to hold back too, but once they started, this would take a while.
And Yura only grew more tense—from the fear that Asira might return at any moment, and the sense of transgression at doing this in Asira's bed.
"That's exactly why we're doing it here...."
Jiha rubbed his erect shaft slowly over the hand Yura was using to hide her wet opening.
As the rigid spear teased her fingers, Yura stared down at it with an expression of disbelief.
Jiha had chosen Asira's bedroom in part to sear the hierarchy into Yura all over again.
And right next door was Kamain's confinement room.
Kamain had lost everything and collapsed into ruin. They said she wasn't even eating properly, just staring blankly at nothing.
What would happen if someone like that heard the sounds of bodies tangling through the wall?
'She's in no state to think clearly....'
She'd assume it was Asira and act on that delusion.
Jiha was counting on it.
'I'll break Kamain's mind too, and use that to shake Asira.'
He ran the calculations inwardly while stroking Yura's face with a gentle hand.
Yura, who had been resisting stubbornly, hesitated at his tender touch.
"Then will you use your hand?"
"......Yes."
At Jiha's request, Yura nodded reflexively and moved her hand—the one that had been hiding her own cave—to take hold of his shaft.
But in that same instant, Jiha drove his hips forward in a hard thrust.
"Hnn, haaang...."
Jiha's length shoved in roughly, and Yura sobbed as she shook.
By the time you realize you've been tricked, it's already far too late.