Chapter 128: Breaking the Spirit - 15
Chapter 128: Breaking the Spirit - 15
"Agh...."
Her sobbing scream tangled with the wet sound as the man drove into Asira's slit.
Soft, yielding warm flesh constricted him from every angle.
'It's warm....'
The instant he entered, the temperature was so exquisite that the strength nearly drained from Jiha's body.
Not too hot, but a perfectly pleasant warmth enveloped him, from the sensitive glans to the base of his shaft.
It was enough to make even Jiha, who had been about to thrust urgently, hesitate and savor the moment.
"Hah, ha-ah. Haa-ah. P-please, pull it out...."
Already half-impaled, Asira panted, her voice thick with pleading.
As if she believed that if he pulled out now, it could be undone, that they could pretend this never happened.
But Jiha did the opposite, slowly pressing in further.
"N-no...."
Asira tried to escape somehow, but it was useless when she was seated on the man's lap, legs spread and skewered.
Rather, the more she struggled, the more her inner walls convulsed and clenched, only stimulating Jiha further.
"Hoooh...."
Parting the warm, gripping flesh, Jiha pushed in to the hilt.
For a virgin, he sank in surprisingly easily.
Almost as if it had been waiting for him to enter.
"W-we shouldn't be doing this...."
Asira lamented in despair, but her lower body was slowly swallowing the male whole.
At the sensation of gradually being enveloped, Jiha groaned and slowly pushed in all the way.
"Mmnnn."
"Ha, ah... haa, aou."
As the man, who had been entering slowly, finally reached the very root, Asira realized that everything had truly been done.
"...W-we did it."
"..."
"With... with Yura's man...."
As she looked down at her secret place, Asira despaired as if she couldn't believe what had just happened.
"Hoooh...."
Jiha struggled to hold back.
The inner temperature felt too good.
The way she gripped him was excellent, but while it had felt perfectly warm at first, the deeper he went, the more exquisitely the inner temperature shifted.
Now buried to the hilt, his glans was slightly hot, his shaft perfectly warm, and the base slightly cool.
The base craved more warmth, while the glans wanted to retreat just a little.
It was a lewd body that urged a man onward with its exquisite orchestration of temperatures.
As Jiha remained still, he could feel her body heat subtly changing.
The tip grew a little hotter, while in contrast, the base became slightly cooler.
As if asking why he wasn't moving already.
'F-fucking incredible....'
It was a relief that the position hid their faces.
Whether Asira had given up, she remained silent. Jiha whispered to her as she stared blankly.
It felt good, but he couldn't forget that the purpose was to tame her.
"You wanted to do it with me, didn't you?"
"N-no...."
Asira reflexively denied it.
"So you can lie, too."
"What... hic...."
As Jiha slowly pulled his shaft out, Asira, who had been about to retort, winced in agony.
Since they were on a luxurious bed, even the slight pull of Jiha's hips made the mattress ripple, the motion transferring to her body.
The manhood that seemed about to slip out pushed back in, then withdrew again.
"Ah, haeup...."
As the thick awl filling her insides slowly began to churn, Asira panted.
Jiha observed the pitiful sight of the woman skewered on his member, crying, but he didn't let his guard down.
Asira's insides were shifting in temperature so exquisitely that if he relaxed his mind, he felt he would come instantly.
He asked coldly.
"You didn't want to do it with me?"
"Hic. Hnk. Eup...."
Between the pain of the man driving in and the tingling sensation of him withdrawing, Asira was too dazed to say anything.
Jiha stopped just as he was about to pull out and push back in, then asked.
"If you didn't want to do it with me, I'll go find another woman."
"..."
Asira only turned her head to look back at him.
The neat beauty's face was clouded with immensely complex emotions.
"That's...."
As the man stopped, the inside began to heat up even more.
Honey-slick bumps rubbed stickily against him, as if urging him to hurry up and move, but Jiha gave no sign of it.
"You said you can't do it with Yura anyway. Do you expect me to never sleep with a woman for the rest of my life?"
"Th-that's...."
As Asira trembled and failed to answer, Jiha reached out and kneaded her chest.
He had entered her without even undressing her, so she was still wearing her leotard.
He roughly pulled the zipper all the way down and pushed his hand inside her clothes.
Soft and smooth skin. Gripping the outstandingly voluptuous breasts tightly, Jiha pressed her coercively.
"Answer me, Asira."
"..."
As he kneaded the woman's breasts, his manhood reflexively twitched.
The woman's tight hole reacted in turn, her inner flesh distorting.
As Asira bit her lip firmly and lowered her eyes demurely, Jiha frowned.
If she intended to never admit it with her own mouth, there were other methods.
"Ah, fine. Forget it."
Jiha spoke harshly.
"Then I'll tell Yura. That I did it with you, and it was nothing special."
"N-no! Not that! Anything but that!"
As if she had snapped to her senses, Asira shook her head desperately.
At the vehement denial, her body trembled, and the cavern writhed at a peculiar angle.
"Hak, haeup."
Even Asira, who had moved, hesitated, letting out a high-strung moan at her own body's reaction.
Because she couldn't believe the response of a body that was betraying her mind.
Jiha calmly stroked the cheek of the finely trembling female knight.
"..."
As the man's fingers circled and soothed her flushed, red cheek, Asira's eyebrows fluttered.
What had happened was violent. Though she tried to resist, it had come to this in the end.
Her heart was a mess and her head was spinning.
The moment this man's hand touched her, she just wanted to close her eyes and accept everything.
Was it despair from the string of hard and painful situations?
No, it wasn't just that....
Into the ear of the conflicted Asira, Jiha whispered.
"I can't? Then try to please me."
"...H-how."
"Don't tell me you don't know? When we're stuck together like this, buried deep inside?"
"..."
At the breath brushing her ear with every word Jiha spoke, Asira trembled finely.
Jiha bit her ear as he spoke.
"I said, please me as a woman."
"That..."
Jiha grabbed Asira's taut buttocks and guided her movements.
"Ahk, ahht...."
As the man lodged inside her pressed against new places, she cried out sweetly.
After moving her a few times, Jiha released his grip. Asira hesitated, then slowly lifted her body upward on her own.
Driven by the instinct to find just a little more pleasure.
"Ha... haat."
Sssshhhhk.
A pleasure different from when the man moved washed over her—slower, but deeper.
Panting, Asira lowered her hips, leaking a moan.
"Hheung, haaang... haat."
The moment Jiha took his hands away, Asira began to move her hips on her own.
Squish. Schluurp.
The firm, well-fleshed, springy buttocks moved slowly, tightening around the manhood little by little, as if tasting him.
Because it was her first time doing this, it was too slow and awkward.
For an ordinary man, the pace would be maddeningly tantalizing, but buried inside Asira's inner flesh, it was completely different.
'Mmm....'
The inside was relaxing, and the temperature was shifting again.
The middle section, which had only been warm, was gradually heating up, stimulating the man to hurry up and move.
"Demons really are demons...."
"Y-you're terrible...."
Jiha had said it in admiration, but it seemed Asira took it as sarcasm.
When she stopped moving and looked back at him with dissatisfaction, Jiha lightly smacked her buttocks.
"Hiak?"
Asira flinched and lifted her hips, then panted sweetly from the ensuing pleasure.
"Don't stop."
"...Eup."
Asira's hips began to bob again, her folds gripping the manhood as if savoring it.
Sitting comfortably, Jiha enjoyed the sight of Asira's hole moving on its own while leisurely kneading her breasts.
When he licked the droplets of sweat running down her neck with his tongue, she turned her head away, unable to endure the ticklish sensation.
Yet even so, she didn't forget to keep moving her hips up and down, little by little.
'She's learning this fast....'
Swish. Squelch. Smack!
The obscene sounds of flesh rubbing and colliding echoed as more honey dripped down.
"Ah, haa. Haa. Aaang... Aaaahh...."
At some point, Asira had become completely absorbed in savoring Jiha's shaft.
She had forgotten the heart-rending agony from moments ago, and the sense of taboo from sleeping with Yura's man.
Immersed in the intense pleasure she was tasting for the first time, she was vacantly raising and lowering her hips.
"Yeah, hheung... hheut."
At the sight of that righteous and honorable knight moving her hips on her own, craving pleasure, Jiha's patience slowly ran out.
"Hut... ah?"
As Jiha also started to move, Asira made a surprised sound.
When Asira lifted her hips, Jiha pulled back; when Asira lowered her hips, Jiha thrust forward to meet her.
"Heok... haat?"
As pleasure twice as intense as when she moved alone hit her, Asira gasped and focused even more on moving.
She forgot everything and drowned in the pleasure of the moment.
"Haak. Haat. Haat...."
Now that Asira was focused only on seeking pleasure without any resistance, Jiha grabbed her chin and made her look back.
"Eung, hheut...."
Even as Asira looked at Jiha with wet eyes, she didn't forget to keep her hips moving little by little.
Jiha brought his face close to the lips of the woman panting from pleasure.
A glint of reason returned to Asira's eyes, and she slightly averted her head.
"N-not that."
"..."
"I-I feel too sorry for Yura...."
Even though she was already going all the way, it seemed she still had some guilt left.
Ignoring it, Jiha gripped her chin and forcefully pressed his lips to hers.
"W-we shouldn't...."
Though her words protested, the hands that had moved to push Jiha away quickly lost their strength.
Leaving Asira to move on her own, Jiha leisurely sucked on her lips and tangled his tongue with hers.
"Hheup. Hhuuu...."
While having her lips sucked by the man, she indulged in pleasure by shaking her hips first.
Lips exchanged sticky saliva, both hands freely kneaded the voluptuous breasts, and the lower body was pleasuring him as the woman moved on her own.
A sense of satisfaction from taming Asira, a male sense of conquest, swelled up, making his shaft even harder.
"Haa, haak. Haa...."
Asira also noticed the change and stopped moving.
But now, Jiha began to thrust into her first.
Plunge. Squish. Plunge, pluunge. Pluuunge.
"W-wait just a... hak. Haat...."
Panting, Asira shook her head. She looked back at Jiha with a terrified face.
"D-don't do it inside. That, of all things, you can't... please...."
Plunge. Plunge. Smack. Smack!
The man was silently focused on pounding himself into the now even hotter flesh.
Unknowingly, his breathing turned rough and his face contorted.
Seeing that, the woman grew even more terrified and thrashed.
"Please, not that. Anything but that...."
Unable to bear the thought of receiving his seed on top of having slept with Yura's man, and anxious about what might happen later, Asira struggled to break free.
But the man only gripped her waist tightly with both hands, focused solely on driving in deeper and faster.
"No, not inside...."
No matter how Asira writhed, only her legs could move.
She tried to raise herself somehow by gripping her own thighs, but Jiha completely wrapped one arm around her slender waist, locking her in place.
"I-I said no. You can't possibly... are you really planning to do it? If you spill your seed and a child comes... we won't be able to hide it from Yura anymore. Please, please...."
"Whooh...."
As Asira kept begging, Jiha sealed her protests by kissing her.
When he pushed his sticky tongue in, she reflexively tangled with it, but her face looked at Jiha desperately, as if to say this shouldn't be happening.
Seeing that pitiful face, the face of the woman hidden beneath the knight's mask, made Jiha's shaft even harder, and he moved roughly.
Smack, smack!
"Eung, hheut. Hheut...."
The intermittent moans of a woman leaking out from between their joined lips.
Their tightly embraced bodies clung stickily from the sweat running down.
"Whoo, whut...."
As Jiha thrust in and out even harder, despair flickered in Asira's eyes.
Bracing her hands on her own thighs, her upper body bent forward, Asira moaned.
"N-no...."
Her words said no, but her body had no intention of running away.
On the contrary, her lower body grew even hotter and clamped down powerfully.
"Kuek...."
Pssshhhhht!! Fwoosh!
The raging manhood, driven in to the hilt, trembled and spewed out a thick load of white fluid.
"Ah, haaaaa...."
Eyes wide open, Asira let out a moan mixing resignation and pleasure, her voluptuous body convulsing.
As Jiha released his essence, the inner flesh shifted exquisitely in temperature once more, the walls pulsing and rippling.
As if coaxing him to empty every last drop of what had pooled up inside him, he felt no desire whatsoever to pull out of the seductive hole.
"Whoo, whoo...."
Jiha leisurely savored the pleasure of ejaculating over time while remaining inside her.
"Haa, haak...."
Asira, bent forward, trembled every time the manhood pumped its load inside her.
Since she couldn't move, Jiha grabbed her waist and lifted her, making her lean back against him.
Leaning her body against Jiha, Asira looked down at their joined lower halves and lamented.
"Y-you really did it...."
Semen and honey that had leaked out from inside dripped onto the floor, forming a lewd puddle.
Without answering, Jiha grabbed Asira's chin and kissed her again.
At the coercive hand demanding her attention, Asira closed her eyes.
Her body had submitted.