Chapter 271 Scheme to Divide -19
Chapter 271 Scheme to Divide -19
Smack. Sluuuurp!
As Jiha's thrusts quickened, genuine moans finally spilled from Pairan's lips.
"Ah, haaah... Haaaa..."
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to suppress the sensations flooding her body, but in the end, she couldn't hold back a sweet cry.
Her honest, feminine reaction made the man's movements even rougher. He subtly spread her thighs and angled his thrusts, and Pairan's voice pitched higher.
"Ahht. Haaah..."
His movements now skillfully stimulated inner flesh that had barely been touched moments before. Riding high over Pairan, Jiha drove himself in with a heavy, relentless rhythm.
"Hooooh..."
Every time he thrust in and began to pull out, his breathing grew ragged without his noticing.
As the male's breathing atop her turned fiercer, the woman trembled with a flicker of fear, even as sobs escaped her lips.
"Hnk. Hnnk..."
Pahng! Squelch. Pahaaang!!
With each collision of flesh, a warmer, wetter honey flowed out.
The warm, sticky honey enveloped his shaft, making each movement easier and more fluid.
It was a tight, gripping pressure, but the abundance of honey allowed the thrusting man to enjoy it without resistance.
Having mounted this body, this honey-pot designed to beguile men, Jiha moved his hips in a mindless rhythm.
Once he'd tasted that sweet honey, he couldn't suppress the desire for more.
As if responding to his craving, Pairan's secret swamp gushed more honey with each of his deep drives.
"Hooooh..."
"Ah, aah. Haaaa..."
As the male's thrusts grew more violent, Pairan trembled, sensing what was coming.
Even as she gasped from the pleasure building inside her, she was too afraid to try and escape.
"How... should I finish you off?"
Jiha asked the woman pinned beneath him, plunging into her with a ferocity that felt like he was trying to bury his entire body inside her.
Pairan sensed what the swelling member inside her would do, but she kept her lips firmly shut.
She had learned through her own body that running was pointless and resistance only invited more wrath.
That she had no choice but to let the male on top of her do as he pleased until he was satisfied.
"Good... very good."
Jiha bent his upper body down, murmuring to the frightened dog.
Shame and humiliation... and a strange sense of relief rising from deep within her chest made the tips of Pairan's ears flare bright red.
"Hooh, hooh..."
"Ah, haaah. Nnn..."
The man's rough breathing echoed in her ear, mingling with a woman's sweet moans.
Forgetting any silent resolve to stay quiet, their voices mixed as their bodies did.
"Hooh, hoooh..."
"Ah, aaah..."
The breathing of the man and woman grew ragged, as if competing.
His hips drew back high, then chopped down like an axe. The moment the wooden stake drove deep into her body, a head-spinning pleasure ripped through the long-suffering Pairan, and she threw her head back with a scream.
"Ah, aaaah. Haaang!!"
A flawless, feminine shriek. Toward her exposed white throat, Jiha sank his fangs.
Crunch!
"Hyaak?!"
Pairan's mouth fell open as she shuddered and convulsed.
Just then, the man fully embedded inside her quaked and released his seed in thick spurts.
Pshuuuut!!
"Hnng, hnnngh..."
As the man spilled his seed, the woman's cave clenched down, urging him to pour out more.
The male's seed flooded deep inside her. Pairan knew she should try to flee, but Jiha already had her throat in his teeth.
Sluuuurp.
Even as he drained the blood from the completely subdued woman, Jiha's revived manhood kept pumping his seed into her.
A tingling sensation shot up his inner thighs as the ejaculation continued, spurt after thick spurt. Just as he thought he was done... the blood entering his mouth converted to Mana, making him rock hard again and starting the whole cycle of release anew.
"Hahk. Haaaa..."
The woman, too, received the man's lengthy release with shudders.
Every time he came, every time he drank her blood, she was swept up in her own drawn-out climax, her body wracked with tremors, unable to move so much as a finger.
"Hoo-uhk. Hoooh..."
When the blood-to-Mana conversion ceased, Jiha pulled his mouth away.
Plop.
Pairan collapsed forward, gasping for breath.
Even with her body hardened by all manner of combat experience, the pleasure that had wracked her for minutes on end had turned her into a wreck in an instant.
"Haa, haa..."
"Looks like you finished by yourself."
"Ah..."
Just as she thought Jiha was withdrawing his hips, he thrust in again. Pairan opened her eyes, horrified.
She could feel with her body that the man was still full of vigor, but her mind simply could not accept it.
"I'm not done yet."
Jiha grinned, his stamina and energy preserved by his vampiric Mana.
"W-wait a moment..."
"What?"
Jiha laughed of disbelief, and Pairan hesitated.
She'd barely managed to appease him. One wrong word and she had no idea what kind of hell would be unleashed.
"J-just let me rest a little..."
She didn't want to defy Jiha, and because she didn't know what would happen if she did, Pairan chose to beg.
She was a woman who would rather die than show such weakness, not just to men but even to other high-ranking females.
But right now, she was utterly spent.
Jiha wore a gentle smile as he pulled his hips back.
"Ah, I see. You want to rest?"
"...Y-yeah."
Seeing Jiha's smile, Pairan felt a wave of relief despite herself. But that smile wasn't kindness.
"Go ahead and rest, if you can. I'm going to keep going."
Smack!!
Just as he was pulling out, Jiha rammed forward roughly. Pairan's head dropped and a pathetic moan leaked from her lips.
"Haaht..."
She resigned herself, hoping only that the male would find his satisfaction soon.
Morning.
Jiha opened his eyes and sat up.
He was not in the library but in his own bedroom.
It had been inconvenient to continue on the library's bare floor without a bed, so he'd dragged Pairan to his room and kept at it there.
Beside him, Pairan was curled up, fast asleep.
Red handprints, the marks of a man's touch, were etched all over her pale skin.
Jiha's marks.
Tormented until dawn, Pairan slept as if dead to the world.
For a virgin who'd never known a man to be subjected to such repeated demands, especially while being toyed with by Jiha's experienced hands, keeping her reason was impossible.
At the very end, she had thrashed and begged him to stop, but he'd ignored her, completely pinned her down, and enjoyed himself.
"It is morning, but..."
He'd had his fill. Now it was time to work.
Still, Jiha fell into thought as he looked down at Pairan's naked form.
He hadn't handled Pairan so harshly without reason.
A woman with a weak sense of her own femininity could develop other ideas. And since Pairan was the key person in his scheme to sow discord, he intended to tie her down definitively.
'No matter what happens at night, thoughts can change with the morning...'
People were fickle creatures, capable of changing their minds based on the situation.
At least until this discord strategy was over, he couldn't leave Pairan as she was.
Jiha sat cross-legged, grabbed a fistful of Pairan's hair, and pulled her up.
She usually wore it in a ponytail, but last night, during her thrashing, the tie had flown off, leaving her with straight, loose hair.
"Get up."
"Nnn..."
As if her instincts had sensed the movement from below, Pairan's eyes snapped open and she reacted instantly.
Despite her fatigue-heavy body, she blinked her odd eyes, trying to grasp the situation.
But Jiha gave her no time. Holding her head, he pulled it toward his lower body.
"Suck."
It was morning, so his shaft was rigid and standing tall.
Still drunk on sleep, Pairan suddenly found the male organ right in front of her face. She froze in shock.
"I said, suck it with your mouth."
When she reflexively tried to pull away, Jiha pressed down on her head and growled his command.
The male's rough warning made Pairan freeze.
The brutal treatment of last night, the memory of Jiha never stopping, never letting her go no matter how much she begged and thrashed, as he sated his lust, all flooded back. She realized it hadn't been a nightmare.
This reality continued even in the morning.
"You won't?"
"...Ah."
Almost unconsciously, Pairan opened her mouth and took Jiha's shaft between her lips.
It was something she'd only heard of, an act she was performing for the first time. Waking up and having to immediately service a male, and what's more, having to take the member of a man she so utterly despised into her mouth—it was nearly unbearable.
But it was better than angering Jiha.
Beyond her hatred, Pairan feared Jiha.
"Hmm..."
As his shaft pushed into the warm cavern of her mouth, Jiha furrowed his brow.
She was following orders, but since she'd never done this before, there was no technique at all.
"Use your lips and your tongue. Tighten your lips, relax them, and move your head."
Jiha didn't stop at words. He grabbed Pairan's head and demonstrated, slowly moving her back and forth.
Forced to take a man's cock into her mouth and moved by another's will, Pairan let out a disgusted whimper. No matter how much she feared Jiha, this could never be pleasant.
"...Ngh."
"Do this much, and I'll let you go for today."
At Jiha's carrot, Pairan hesitated, then slowly began to move on her own.
She puckered her lips and sucked as she'd been shown.
Sluuurp. Smch-sssup.
"Mmm..."
Waking up first thing in the morning, he rouses a woman wearing not a single thread and makes her service him with her mouth.
The woman can't help her inner revulsion, but she's too afraid of him to resist and meekly follows his instructions.
Every time the pale, female body with its head buried at his waist moves, waves of pleasure wash over him.
Savoring the pleasant feeling, Jiha smiled.
"Are you going to bite it off?"
"..."
The moving Pairan stopped with a jolt.
In her dazed state, intimidated by Jiha and performing oral service against her will, she now realized this might be a perfect opportunity.
But for Jiha, the very person involved, to point it out directly?
"Do it right, and you might even be able to kill me."
Jiha gently stroked the nape of her neck.
Pairan froze, interpreting it as a warning that he would snap her neck, but Jiha deliberately pulled his hand away.
"Try it."
"..."
He had contingencies, but Pairan didn't know that.
No matter how strong a male was... if his genitals were injured, he couldn't function properly. If she was ever going to bite Jiha, this was the perfect chance.
"...Mmmph."
After hesitating for a long moment, Pairan slowly began to move her head back and forth again.
Sluuurp. Smch-sssup.
She kept her eyes firmly downcast, swallowed her inner feelings, and pleasurably sucked on the male member with her lips.
"Now you're starting to get it..."
When Pairan chose self-preservation, Jiha smiled in satisfaction.
It was proof that tormenting her all night had been worth it. The psychological satisfaction made his erection throb even harder.
Pairan's technique wasn't particularly great, but with his morning wood making him extra sensitive, he was easily excited.
"Keep going."
Jiha pushed down on the head of the now-tamed hound, urging her on.
As Pairan kept sucking on only half of his shaft, he grew impatient and forced her head down, making her take it deeper.
"Take it all the way in."
"Mmph, mm..."
With his shaft now sheathed to the root in her mouth, Pairan tried to resist in surprise, but Jiha's hand held her down.
Jiha himself didn't move; he just held Pairan's head and controlled its motion.
"Mmph, mmmn. Mmmph."
Pairan could have shaken him off if she'd tried, but she didn't dare. She just hastily moved her head as Jiha directed, panting through her lips as she sucked his shaft and licked it with her tongue.
She had accepted that the only way to earn the freedom Jiha promised, to escape this situation, was to satisfy the male.
"Hooh, hoooh..."
The sloppy tongue, the constricting lips, and the sight of the female body moving below him in service brought a deep wave of sexual satisfaction.
With one hand, Jiha held Pairan's head. With the other, he grabbed a handful of her full, hanging breast.
He'd spent plenty of time kneading and tasting those breasts the night before, but while his mouth was being pleasured, gripping their weighty, dangling mass in his hand had a uniquely exquisite flavor.
With his left hand, he pressed down on the head of a clueless female, forcing her to serve. With his right hand, he groped the springy flesh wildly, savoring it.
"Ngh..."
When he felt his climax approaching, Jiha didn't hold back. He made Pairan's head move even faster.
The shaft that had been roaming the warmth of her mouth since the moment he woke up spewed its white seed as if it had been waiting.
"Ah, eek?!"
Pairan let out a feeble scream and tried to quickly pull her mouth away, but Jiha pressed her head down tight, preventing her escape.
He pushed in even deeper and, with deep satisfaction, emptied his semen into her mouth.
"Ng, kgh..."
Though a groan of distress escaped her, Pairan didn't dare push away Jiha's hand. She could only tremble.
"Hooooh..."
After perfectly enjoying the long ejaculation and its lingering afterglow, Jiha slowly pulled out as his shaft lost its strength and shrank.
"..."
Pairan then sat up and spat his seed onto her palm. Not knowing how to dispose of the seed Jiha had spilled, she had simply held it in her mouth.
"Cough, cough..."
After spitting out semen for a while, Pairan froze when she noticed Jiha staring at her blankly.
She'd done it because she couldn't stand it, but now she worried it might have offended him.
"Next time, I'll make you swallow."
"N-next time..."
Pairan's face filled with fear.
Didn't he promise he would let her go?
As she stared back at him in shock, Jiha spoke curtly.
"I said I'd let you go for today. Ah, you don't have any clothes, do you?"
"..."
"You have spare clothes in your room, right? I'll have someone bring them. Wait here."
A complicated mix of emotions flickered across Pairan's face, but she drew the blanket up to cover herself and bowed her head.
She trembled with relief at finally being released by Jiha, and with anxiety over what the future held.
As Jiha leisurely stood up, he smiled.
He hadn't forced that morning service on a whim. It was a test to confirm whether Pairan would truly obey, and he'd gotten his answer.
She could be used as he pleased.
He would use Pairan as bait, throwing her into the fray to make Alex and Lowchen fight.
And then, once both were dead... he would declare independence.