Chapter 193: Records of the 1st Irregular Meeting - 7
Chapter 193: Records of the 1st Irregular Meeting - 7
Narsha thrashed, trying to shake him off, as Jiha roughly kneaded her breasts.
But suspended in the air, her legs couldn't find any real leverage.
When she reflexively tried to summon her Mana, Jiha only laughed.
"Go ahead."
"......"
Narsha glared at Jiha's reflection in the mirror.
The human holding her by the hips and lifting her was smirking, toying with her chest like it was a plaything.
Caught in a tangle of confusion and despair, a single clear feeling crystallized: pure resentment toward Jiha.
But killing him was out of the question.
Take Jiha as your Helper. Those had been Lungtao's last words to her.
Furious, Narsha bit down on her lower lip.
"You lowborn son of a bitch...."
"Your insults are monotonous. Try expanding your vocabulary."
Mocking her, Jiha rhythmically squeezed her breasts hard before releasing them.
He was deliberately rough, inflicting pain with a hard grip, then letting go with an open palm, over and over.
Narsha's face twisted in pain, but she choked back any sound.
She was trying to act as if what Jiha was doing meant nothing.
Seeing straight through her, Jiha continued the brutal cycle of seizing and releasing her breasts.
Red handprints gradually bloomed on the pale white flesh.
"...A bastard who doesn't even know how to do it properly with a woman."
Jiha smirked at the sharp, teeth-gritted retort from Narsha.
"And you know how to do it properly with a man?"
"Why would I have to do anything? All I have to do is give a man permission to touch me and stay still."
"So you see men as sentient dildos here to service you."
Jiha didn't remove his palm from her chest, instead applying slow, steady pressure as he taunted her.
His grip tightened gradually, and Narsha's face contorted with pain.
Still, pride kept her silent, her lips pressed into a tight line.
Watching Narsha's reactions intently in the mirror, Jiha suddenly released all the tension in his hand.
"...Haa."
As the crushing pressure vanished, a sigh of released tension escaped Narsha.
No matter how strong her will, pain was impossible to endure.
Avoiding pain was a biological instinct.
A fresh wave of tension washed over Narsha's face as Jiha's palm closed around her breast again.
She had just started to relax, and now she was bracing for another round of pain.
She tried to keep her expression neutral, but the flinch that ran through her body was clearly telegraphed to Jiha, who was holding her.
This time, Jiha slowly traced the outer curve of her breast with his fingers.
As if apologizing for his earlier roughness, he caressed her slowly, gliding his fingers along the edge of her breast.
As his fingers slipped across the baby-soft skin, a wave of reflexive relief washed over Narsha's face.
She had steeled herself for more pain, and the unexpected gentleness coaxed out an involuntary sense of ease.
Carrot and stick. Works every time....
For Jiha, who had dealt with many women, playing Narsha was a trivial game.
He traced the rounded swell of her breast, shaped like an overturned rice bowl, and then cupped it softly. Narsha flinched, her jaw trembling slightly.
"...Uh."
Unlike before, Jiha was now using a modulated pressure, and a weak moan slipped out of Narsha before she caught herself in surprise.
She quickly hardened her expression and forced a sneer.
"Is groping my chest all you know how to do? Men really are stupid."
"Just getting to the good part."
Jiha slid his hand down to her stomach.
He traced circles around her flat, flawless navel, tickling her.
As his hand started to move lower, Narsha tensed the hand covering her lower body and pressed her thighs tightly together.
There were plenty of ways to force them open, but Jiha decided to make her do it herself.
He moved his hand down and teased the back of her hand where it hid her cleft.
A purely playful touch, but Narsha only pressed down harder, as if determined not to give him an inch.
Slick.
"Hahk?!"
The sudden lick on the nape of her neck made Narsha jerk and flail her legs.
She bent her upper body forward, trying to escape the strange, ticklish sensation of a man's tongue on her neck, but it was useless against their difference in size.
It only gave him better access.
"Keep your filthy, filthy tongue to yourself...."
Narsha shook her head, but that didn't change the position of her neck.
Jiha captured the back of her neck with his lips, sucking hard before releasing her.
It was a possessive gesture, a mark of ownership. The powerful suction made Narsha flinch every time.
Her attempt to dodge his lips by bending forward only made it easier for him to reach her chest.
With a free hand, Jiha kneaded her breast softly while his fingertips teased the nipple at its peak.
The sensitive pink bud swelled and flushed with heat instantly, as if it had been waiting for his touch.
"Uh, nngh...."
As a tingling energy spread from her chest, Narsha tried to push his hand away.
But in a contest of pure strength, she couldn't overcome a man's grip.
"Grr...."
Still, Narsha struggled to remove Jiha's hand from her breast by any means.
She bit her lip to suppress the strange sensations building inside her, but the cheeks reflected in the mirror were tinged with a soft pink.
Responding to her resistance, Jiha pulled his hand from her chest and moved it down to her now defenseless lower abdomen.
In trying to block her chest, she had opened up below.
Relieved that his hand was gone, Narsha's eyes flew wide open at the foreign intrusion pressing in further down.
"Wh-what are you...."
Her reflexive thrashing only made her legs kick uselessly in the air.
Having pushed his fingers into Narsha's marsh, Jiha began to slowly probe the entrance.
Sensing he was testing the waters before pushing into her secret place, Narsha tried to force his hand away, but it was futile.
Her small, voluptuous body floundered in the man's embrace, and her voice, which had been forcing a tough act, became interwoven with gasps.
"Nn, ngh.... Don't touch me with your filthy hands."
"A dirty place deserves a dirty hand."
Contrary to her defiant voice, her marsh was quickly becoming slick with moisture.
It was as if her body, fearing injury from a foreign object, was taking minimal defensive measures.
Ignoring her resistance, Jiha's fingers slowly burrowed into the marsh.
"Ah, ah...."
Her resolve to stay silent vanished as the man's fingers sank inside her. Narsha was utterly lost.
Twisting her body to escape was pointless when she was trapped in his embrace. The more she moved, the more his fingers shifted inside her with a strange friction, making their presence impossible to ignore.
"Uh. Kkuh...."
The foreign sensation inside her was deeply unpleasant... yet she couldn't ignore it at all.
"Huhk. Hhuuh...."
The more she struggled, the longer her moans became, and her body grew warm.
Like a spider slowly devouring a butterfly caught in its web, Jiha pushed his fingers in little by little, unhurried.
"Haa, haa...."
Narsha, who had thrashed violently when his fingers first invaded, went still once they were fully inside, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
She stared at her own reflection in the mirror with an expression of disbelief.
Seeing the man's hand buried between her legs, claiming her, and seeing herself unable to do anything but accept it, filled her face with humiliation and rage.
But her marsh was honest.
The walls, which had clung loosely to his finger the moment it entered, abandoned their resistance and began to pour out honey as Jiha went deeper.
The sensitive flesh that had surrendered so quickly now tightened around him.
The clenching pressure, as if begging him not to be too rough, made his mouth water involuntarily.
A cave that raised a white flag the moment a finger entered—it was the complete opposite of its owner's fierce personality.
He grew curious to see how Narsha would react once he drove his cock into her.
"Ha, haa...."
As Jiha slowly withdrew his finger, Narsha's breathing became shallow.
She must have been terrified, not knowing how far that endlessly intruding finger planned to go.
Jiha laughed at her reflexive look of relief, and Narsha tried to quickly compose her expression.
It was a stubborn refusal to show submission to Jiha, even in this state, but...
"Nn, hnnngh."
The stubbornness vanished the instant his finger pushed back in.
At the presence of the hard finger pressing deeper than before, exploring further inside her, Narsha couldn't close her mouth and trembled uncontrollably.
"St-stop...."
A weak, fear-filled voice begged.
The bravado she had worn to seem unaffected had crumbled into terror.
Jiha ignored her and continued his slow, persistent advance, making Narsha shake her head.
"N-no...."
Her gleaming, honey-slicked thighs trembled.
She floundered, trying to somehow escape his probing fingers, but it was meaningless.
Her toes curled tightly. As he leisurely admired the terrified look on Narsha's face, Jiha pushed his finger in to the hilt.
"Ah, ah...."
As the entire length of his finger buried inside her, Narsha threw her chin up and shuddered.
She couldn't believe the man's body was delving so deep inside her, nor could she believe her own body was trembling with pleasure.
A low moan of disbelief escaped her. As Jiha slowly withdrew his finger, the hot, flushed cave clenched down as hard as it could.
Leaving behind the gripping walls that seemed to be begging him to return, he pulled his finger out completely.
"Ha, haaa...."
Just two strokes of his finger left Narsha's face drenched in sweat, panting for breath.
The mental and physical strain must have been immense, for a sheen of moisture glistened at the corners of her eyes.
"For such a brazen talker, your body is weak."
"You, you bastard, you used a dirty trick...."
"I didn't do anything. Your body is reacting on its own."
He hadn't even used Bloodsucking.
He'd simply shown her that a man could be rough, and that he could also be gentle.
And he'd reminded her that she was a woman.
Jiha lifted his finger, glistening with her honey, and brought it to Narsha's lips.
"Suck it."
"......"
Narsha turned her head away in refusal.
Moments ago, she had been gasping when he pushed inside her, but now she was being coy and stubborn, acting as if nothing had happened.
"No?"
Instead of pressing the issue, Jiha pulled down his pants.
Playing with Narsha's body, which reacted so honestly despite her words, had made him painfully erect.
Narsha's face hardened in the mirror as his erection approached her cleft.
"Wh-what is that...."
"Time to put it in."
"W-wait. N-no, you can't...."
Panicked, Narsha didn't know what to do.
She tried again to push away the arm wrapped around her waist, and realizing it was useless, she twisted her body to try and dodge.
But Jiha ignored it all, gripping his shaft and positioning it at her entrance.
As the hard, swollen flesh pressed against her opening, Narsha's eyes wavered with anxiety.
"N-no. Wait. Don't. I-I'll suck it. I said I'd suck it...."
The sight of his cock seemed to strike fear into her, making her try to retract her earlier refusal.
Jiha smiled at the pleading little queen.
"Too late now."
He slowly lifted his hips, and his length pushed into Narsha's marsh.
Her mouth was one thing, but her body was honest.