Chapter 127: Breaking the Spirit - 14
Chapter 127: Breaking the Spirit - 14
Asira was steel wrapped in silk.
The opposite of Leticia, who was all sharp edges outside and soft within. Asira's demeanor was gentle, but inside stood a conviction as straight and unyielding as bamboo.
That bamboo, which had seemed impossible to bend, had now snapped.
Jiha intended to plant a new sprout in its place.
"P-please..."
Asira, sitting on the bed with her back against the wall, was practically begging.
When Jiha leaned in close and tried to kiss her, she turned her head away to avoid him.
"You can't do this. What would Yura do if she found out...?"
"Then you keep quiet."
"That's so cowardly... hngh."
Asira, about to snap at him, squeezed her eyes shut and trembled.
Jiha had abruptly run his finger along her secret place.
Even through the fabric, he could feel it was slightly damp.
"Wh-where do you think you're..."
Asira's body shook as she looked up at Jiha with frightened eyes.
Jiha leisurely stroked his finger up and down her cleft, stimulating her.
Every time he pressed down on the skintight leotard, Asira gasped for air.
"Hah, hahh. Hngh. Khh..."
The noble knight who championed justice and would never tolerate wrongdoing was crumbling under a man's touch.
"N-no, stop... d-don't..."
Asira knew she shouldn't be reacting this way. She shut her eyes and shook her head.
Her trembling hands tried to push against Jiha's shoulders, but without Mana, a woman's strength was pitifully weak.
Even that resistance began shifting into a trembling grip on his shoulders as Jiha kept touching her.
"Hah, hahh. Haaah... aahh..."
Asira stared down at the bedsheets, panting.
Her face showed disbelief that her body could react so strongly, that she couldn't stop making such lewd sounds.
"Getting worked up from Yura's man touching you."
"..."
Asira's face flushed with shame.
She almost shoved Jiha away but barely restrained herself and shook her head instead.
"S-stop it. Hnk, if we do this, I won't be able to face Yura..."
Even as she trembled with pleasure, Asira pleaded earnestly.
When Jiha stopped his hand and looked at her quietly, Asira spoke desperately.
"I know you're frustrated because you're a man, but we can't do this. If we do, both of us will be betraying Yura..."
"So what do you plan to do about it?"
Jiha thrust his hips forward, showing off his already thick, straining erection.
"Th-that's different from before..."
Asira stared in shock.
"It got like this because of your voice. This isn't going down until it cools off."
"..."
Asira, who had been staring blankly, flinched back to her senses and averted her eyes.
Then Jiha began stroking her cleft up and down again.
Even through her clothes, he could feel it had grown completely soaked.
"Hah, hahh. Aahh..."
Trembling, Asira pressed against Jiha's shoulders and shook her head.
"I-I'll do it for you."
"Yeah?"
"..."
Hesitantly, Asira nodded.
It was an impulsive compromise, born from the terror that at this rate, they would go all the way.
"Then go ahead."
Jiha straightened up and brought his erection to Asira's face.
"..."
Seeing the male member up close, Asira was startled all over again.
"Wh-what is this..."
"First time seeing one?"
Jiha smirked as he grabbed Asira's head and pulled her toward his cock.
Asira reflexively tried to pull away but couldn't overcome Jiha's strength. Resigned, she opened her mouth.
'She does know something, after all...'
Having devoured explicit romance novels, she had theoretical knowledge of matters between men and women.
With that thought, Jiha pushed his hips forward.
"Mmph..."
His cock pushed past her soft lips and into the warmth of her mouth.
Hard teeth grazed him lightly while a soft tongue teased him in contrast, stimulating him in strange new ways.
After pushing about halfway in, Jiha paused and looked down.
"Uuh..."
Asira, his cock in her mouth, had no idea what to do.
When their eyes met, Jiha pulled back slightly, then pushed in again.
The alien sensation of a cock moving inside her mouth startled Asira. She nearly clamped her jaw shut but stopped herself just in time.
"Don't bite down."
"S-srry..."
Asira's words came out garbled as she floundered.
Jiha, on the other hand, took his time savoring Asira's lips and mouth.
He moved slowly, carefully, and when Asira was getting somewhat used to it, he began moving more.
"Mmph. Hnngh..."
Not knowing what to do, Asira floundered and simply followed Jiha's thrusts in and out.
Every time her confused tongue moved, it inadvertently teased his cock.
She at least knew not to bite down, so she kept her mouth open somehow. As a result, saliva trickled down the corners of her lips, leaving her looking far from neat.
'Not bad...'
Forcing a demon woman who knew nothing of men to take him in her mouth, pushing in and pulling out over and over — it was starting to turn him on.
Her mouth had warmed up to just the right temperature, and it felt good.
"Hngh. Hnngh..."
Every time his cock thrust in and out of her mouth, Asira trembled in surprise and let out strange little moans.
Each time, her lips moved with the motion and stroked his shaft. That felt good.
Above all, the fact that the knight who had been resisting him was now resigned was deeply satisfying.
"Hoooh..."
Jiha grabbed Asira's horns and began moving his hips in earnest.
Shluk. Shlurp.
Gripping both demon horns tight, he used the woman's small, soft lips as a sheath for his shaft while his glans stirred the warm, slick flesh of her mouth.
As Jiha's movements quickened, Asira instinctively tried to spit it out, but Jiha had her by the horns.
Sluurp. Shluup.
Using her horns as handles, Jiha held Asira's head in place and thrust in and out as he pleased.
"Hah. Hahh. Khh..."
With a cock rampaging wildly inside her mouth, Asira couldn't breathe properly and made strained sounds.
The pained look in her eyes, the glance begging him to stop — it only made Jiha's hips move more aggressively.
"Hoooooh..."
When Jiha pushed in deep, all the way to the root, a fine tremor ran through Asira from her head down to her waist.
The woman had no idea what to do with a cock shoved all the way to the back of her throat.
Humiliation at being handled so roughly by a man, the guilt of doing this with Yura's man, and the pleasure that contradicted both — these conflicting emotions etched themselves complexly across her face.
"..."
Jiha slowly pulled his hips back until his cock was completely withdrawn.
Schluuurp.
The saliva that had formed a sticky bridge between his spit-slicked cock and Asira's lips finally broke.
"Keh-huk, keh-huk..."
Once the cock that had been stirring up her mouth was gone, Asira coughed and gasped for air.
For a woman who knew nothing of men, the act had been hard to endure.
"Th-there, now..."
Asira raised her head, relieved it was over — and froze.
Contrary to her assumption, his erection was still standing proudly.
"This isn't going to cut it, after all..."
"..."
Realizing his cock was far from satisfied, Asira reflexively squeezed her thighs together.
When Jiha moved closer, she turned her body to the side and tried to get away, even just a little.
"N-no. No way..."
As Asira tried to crawl away on all fours, Jiha pursued her at his leisure.
It was only a bed, anyway. There was nowhere to go.
When Asira reached the edge of the bed and tremblingly tried to climb off, Jiha grabbed her from behind by the waist and lifted her up.
"N-no, no... let me go..."
Her breathing was ragged. Her legs thrashed feebly.
Jiha sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping an arm around her waist so she couldn't escape.
"Unh... hhk..."
The restrained Asira let out a moan of resignation. But when Jiha touched her lower body again, her voice turned terrified.
"N-no. I-if you touch... hngh. Kkh. Hhk!?"
As if jolted by electricity, Asira threw her head back and her body shuddered.
Just Jiha's finger stroking her cleft through her clothes was enough to make her spasm breathlessly.
"Hah, hahh. Haaaahh..."
As she lost control of her body from the stroking stimulation, Jiha whispered low in her ear.
"You got even more excited while sucking it."
"N-no, I didn't... hahk. Hahht."
Denying it, Asira squirmed, trying to escape Jiha's embrace, but there wasn't an ounce of strength left in her body.
When Jiha's fingers, wrapped around her slender waist — small enough to fit in one arm — dug into her groin again, Asira's upper body folded forward this time.
"Aaaah. Hahht. Haaaangh..."
As her body went limp, tremors ran from her thighs to her shoulders in shuddering waves.
Savoring the woman's sobbing cries with both her mouth and body, Jiha asked leisurely.
"How do you want me to handle this?"
"...L-let me go."
Even in this state, Asira was still trying to avoid joining bodies with Jiha.
She considered it a betrayal of beloved Yura, and was trying to escape.
When Jiha's hand dug into her crotch again, despair clouded Asira's eyes.
But this time, instead of touching her directly, Jiha pushed the leotard aside.
"Ah..."
Bare skin was revealed, exposing a cleft now drenched in nectar.
Seeing with her own eyes that her body had grown aroused, Asira shook her head in anguish.
"D-don't do this... There are other women, so why does it have to be..."
"So it's fine as long as it's not you?"
When Jiha spoke in a low voice, Asira shut her mouth.
Jiha seized on her reflexive slip of the tongue without missing a beat.
"You handling me might actually be the better option."
"What do you mean..."
Asira asked in a trembling voice, but when Jiha's fingers pressed against her abdomen and slid downward, her voice turned fearful.
"N-no..."
If being touched through her clothes was already hard to bear, what would happen if he touched her directly?
Jiha's fingers hooked and burrowed into the entrance of her cleft.
"Hahh..."
Asira let out a low cry and thrashed.
Her upper body, arched backward, was now completely surrendered to Jiha, while her tense thighs and legs stretched forward, trembling and quivering.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Unh... kkhh..."
Every time Jiha's fingers moved with obscene sounds, Asira's feet shook violently up and down.
Squelch. Schliiip.
When Jiha's fingers dug a little deeper, Asira couldn't even moan anymore. She just trembled faintly.
Her long, stretched-out legs and the fine quivering of her pale blue thighs told the story of her body's state.
As Jiha slowly withdrew his fingers, she let out the breath she'd been holding and shuddered hard.
"Hahh. Ahhhh..."
When Jiha's fingers retreated, Asira could only gasp wearily for air.
She no longer even had the strength to squirm and try to escape Jiha's embrace.
Her body was completely heated and beyond her control. Jiha took hold of his cock and brought it to Asira's cleft.
"N-no..."
Asira, who had been dazedly gasping for air, flinched in surprise at the foreign sensation and squeezed her thighs together.
Jiha was inwardly impressed that she still resisted, but he remained unhurried.
His heated cock was now wedged tight between Asira's sweat-slicked thighs.
This was good in its own way.
Smooth skin pressed in from both sides against his sensitive glans, shaft, and root.
What's more, the slick, hot cleft above was pressing down on his shaft and transmitting an exquisite sensation.
When Jiha began to move his cock slightly, trapped between her thighs, Asira's voice came out flustered.
"Wha-what are you..."
It hadn't even occurred to her that he might rub himself between her thighs. She was too bewildered to know what to do.
Ignoring her reaction, Jiha kept his arm wrapped around her waist to hold her in place, leisurely moving his cock as he enjoyed Asira's squeezed-together thighs.
The nectar leaking from her cleft slicked her thighs, letting him move even more smoothly.
"Th-this is perverse... d-don't do it..."
When Jiha rubbed against her thighs and stimulated her cleft, Asira squeezed them even tighter, at a loss.
But the more her thighs tightened around him, the more his cock seemed to rage, growing hotter and harder.
"Hoooh..."
Asira stared down in disbelief at the dark-red spike rubbing and burrowing between her own thighs.
'If that thing pierces me...'
The moment she imagined it, her lower body grew even hotter.
Noticing Asira's state, Jiha took hold of her thighs with both hands and slowly spread them apart.
"N-no..."
Asira tried belatedly to close them again, but unlike before, there was no strength left.
The tightly sealed cleft now lay lewdly glistening.
Jiha used his index and middle fingers to pull apart the edges of that swamp, whispering.
"Your body wants a man."
"N-no, it doesn't..."
Asira's voice, struggling to deny it, trembled faintly.
Jiha slowly aimed his cock upward and pierced through the soft flesh, burrowing in.
The man was breaking through the knight's tightly locked castle gates.
In the bedroom where he had held the succubus.
Now it was time to devour the demon knight.