Chapter 281 Independence -10
Chapter 281 Independence -10
The man's large hand cupped her breast and kneaded it.
Barjet let out a pained moan, her body trembling.
She had barely stopped touching herself when the man took over, as if he'd been waiting, and a jolt of pleasure surged from deep within her.
Even when Barjet tried to speak, Jiha swallowed every word with his kiss.
No matter how she thrashed or tried to protest, Jiha kept kissing her, sucking her lips and forcing his tongue inside to silence her.
Then, with his left hand, he unhooked her bra and seized her bare breast with his right.
The bra slipped down; Barjet made a frantic grab for it, but it was useless.
Jiha took hold of her exposed breasts and rubbed her nipples with his thumb and forefinger.
Teasing both sensitive buds at the same time.
Barjet's breathing instantly turned hot.
In truth, she hadn't even realized it, but the act of changing in front of his watching eyes had left her tense—and secretly aroused.
She'd thought she could relax because Jiha was just quietly watching.
She must have calculated that last time was unavoidable because she was drugged.
Herbivores use their own kind of cunning to survive.
Barjet was essential to the plan to capture Alex, and he would tame her thoroughly and put her to work this time.
"It's nice with just the two of us......."
This was the fitting room of a lingerie shop.
She'd been dragged by the man, forced to buy a ton of expensive lingerie, and now, while trying it on, she was caught, kissed, and her breasts were being fondled.
Barjet's ears burned bright red at the memory.
Wasn't this a situation so lewd and shocking she couldn't have imagined it just this morning?
But even those thoughts vanished under the pleasure of Jiha continuing to tease her nipples with his fingers.
The tiny, light-pink buds, so small against her large breasts, were rubbed and tickled by his thumb and forefinger, and the pleasure only grew.
A sweet but maddeningly unsatisfying craving left her at a loss, while Jiha tormented only the tips of her breasts.
"Hak, haaak, aaaht......."
With her lips being sucked, Barjet trembled and went limp.
The thought that she couldn't refuse his mouth and hands—a strange, irresistible desire—welled up inside her.
Normally, she'd have called it terrifying and drawn a firm line, insisting last night was a mistake.
But after that extravagant shopping spree—so unlike a witch—and telling Jiha she was his woman, her feelings tangled in ways she didn't understand.
He'd changed from a frightening beast who obeyed her into a male who now desired her.
His tongue coiled around hers, rubbing and circling her nipples—it made her head burn.
"Ng, hng. Uh......."
As her hips trembled, Jiha spread his fingers and grabbed her breast again.
"Ah, haaah. Aah......."
Thwoong.
When he squeezed and kneaded her breast and then released his fingers, it bounced back with an embarrassing sound.
A sound so distinct it was hard to believe it came from her own body.
Barjet lowered her eyes in fresh embarrassment, and Jiha whispered.
"Pretty."
"Y-yeah. Nngh......."
Wasn't it cowardly for him to say something so sweet all of a sudden?
A man who'd been rude and frightening from the start, now kissing her so sweetly and giving such an honest compliment.
As the resistance in her heart loosened, she felt as if she were floating.
Jiha grasped her breast a little more firmly.
While continuing to rub her nipple with his left hand, his right hand kneaded her breast more firmly and then released it.
Thwooouung!
The sound of her breast returning to its original shape grew louder.
"Ah, ha, aaah......."
Barjet moaned deep in her throat.
When he grabbed her hard, pain flared, but the pleasure that followed swept through her.
Her left nipple, which he kept rubbing, had grown so hard it felt like it belonged to someone else.
"Hak, haaaht."
"......."
Smack. Ssmlp.
But then Jiha stopped the lewd sucking and pressed his lips to hers lightly, like a child.
"Ng, nng......."
Barjet was bewildered by the playful kiss, and then Jiha applied force again.
"Ah, aang......."
The pain of her breast caught in his rough hands.
And the anticipation of an even greater pleasure.
Thwooouung!
"Ah, hak, haaa. Aaaht. Aht."
Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes as her breast was squeezed even tighter.
The pleasure that started in her chest made her waist tense and her calves tremble.
Jiha slid his hand from her breast down to her abdomen.
"Ngh, hiiik......."
Barjet clamped her thighs together and wept breathlessly.
Jiha whispered into her ear.
"You came, didn't you? Just a little."
"Ah, ngh, n-no....... Nnnggh?!"
Jiha pressed his finger against her panties, between her legs.
The moment his middle finger pressed into her crotch, she lifted onto her tiptoes.
Reflexively trying to avoid it.
Sssssquelch.
"Ngh, nnnggh?!"
It was a useless struggle against Jiha.
He pressed and rubbed her slit over her panties with his middle finger and whispered.
"You're already wet though?"
"Uh, nng, ngh....... I-it's a defective product."
"......."
Blaming her panties.
Jiha almost burst out laughing.
Barjet's face turned bright red, as if she knew her own words didn't make sense.......
"Hak! Haaht?!"
When Jiha's finger pressed and rubbed her harder, she trembled and bent forward.
Of course, Jiha was holding her breast with his other hand, so she couldn't escape.
"Right, this store sold a defective product."
"Ngh, hng, k-hngg."
With his left hand, he kneaded her breast, tugging and rubbing her nipple, while his right hand pressed and stroked her wet slit.
And yet, his mouth planted gentle, slow kisses on her ear and cheek.
"Ah, ng, nngh......."
Barjet, who knew nothing of men before Jiha, had no idea what to do against his rough yet sweet actions.
Any thoughts of fleeing had long since vanished, and now she could only think about how to soothe her heated body.
"Ng, ngh."
Every time his left hand kneaded her swollen breast, every time his right hand dug into her shameful spot, her breathing grew ragged and her head spun.
"Hak, haaak. Haa, ahng. Ngh......."
As Jiha pressed and rubbed her slit more persistently and quickly, Barjet bit her lip hard.
A deep, aching need built inside her, while her thighs tensed and her calves trembled.
"Ah, haak, aaht......."
The hand kneading her breast no longer brought any pain.
She felt as if her body was floating, barely aware of how she was standing.
Held in his hands and teased, her voluptuous body writhed, letting out breathless, fevered sighs.
"Ng, nng, nngh....... S-sto....... Ngh,"
"......."
Smack.
Jiha gave her a soft kiss.
His mouth reassured her, touching her just lightly like an innocent boy.
While his hands themselves moved with an absurd lewdness.
Before she knew it, Jiha's right hand was inside her panties, rubbing directly.
The man's fingers moved freely inside the luxurious black panties, creating lewd wrinkles in the fabric.
"Hak, haaak. Hak. Aaht!?"
When the stimulation grew stronger, Barjet lifted her hips onto her tiptoes and trembled.
But Jiha's fingers stayed inside her panties, glued to her, and rubbed again.
"Ah! Ah! Aaaht! Ah, h-hic, ngh. Nnnggh?!"
Barjet's screams grew louder as she trembled.
Every time Jiha's fingers moved, her waist and hips quivered uncontrollably, her body tensing and threatening to buckle forward.
Jiha put more strength into the hand on her breast to keep her upright, and pushed his middle finger into her soaked flesh.
"Aah-hak?! Hak! Haaaak?!"
Barjet's voice grew even more breathless.
A pleasure that made her head ring. The woman who'd been trying to push him away moments ago was now trembling and moaning like a beast in heat.
Squish. Sssslrp.
When Jiha's finger, coated in thick arousal fluids, pulled out.
"Hnng, k-hngg. Nnng."
Barjet wrinkled the bridge of her nose and leaned her body against Jiha as if about to fall backward.
Squelch!
"H-hnnngk. Hngk."
When he thrust that finger deep inside again in an instant, her body tried to fold forward.
Completely at the mercy of Jiha's single finger, she couldn't do anything anymore.
Repeated climaxes, a dizzying pleasure, and Barjet was now screaming.
"S-sto. Ng, nng. H-nnng."
Smack.
Again, Jiha kissed her like a boy, impossibly gently, but instead Barjet stretched out her tongue and touched his lips.
As a plea.
Like a puppet controlled by Jiha's strings, Barjet moved as he dictated, unable to keep her body upright.
So she had to beg Jiha to save her.
"S-stop it. Ng, k-hnng."
When Jiha pulled his finger out again, Barjet pleaded with a breathless voice.
Jiha watched her calmly, and Barjet hurriedly said.
"I-I'll do it for you. W-with my chest......."
"Let's save that for a bit later."
Clink.
The sound of Jiha unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants filled the room; Barjet's panties were already pulled down to her thighs.
Barjet, still leaning against him while he held her breast, panted.
"Uh, nng, n-not, allowed......."
She knew now what would come next.
She thought she had to refuse at least that much.
But her body, driven to climax several times by Jiha, had no strength left.
"Ha, aaah......."
Jiha grabbed her arm, tilted her upper body forward, pushed her hips out, and immediately pushed inside.
Between her ripe, plump buttocks, his shaft pushed into her soaked flesh.
"Hak, haaak! Aaht!!"
In that instant, Barjet trembled and burst out in ecstasy.
A constricting pressure that felt like it might burst him as he buried himself to the hilt.
As the naturally tight Barjet climaxed, she squeezed him tight, dizzying him.
Jiha stopped his movements and savored the pleasure with satisfaction.
"Ah, haak. Aht, ah......."
Barjet, leaning one hand against the mirror, trembled and gasped for short breaths.
Her body, heated to the limit in Jiha's embrace. A greater climax had hit her the moment he entered.
What would happen if they continued from here?
"S-sto......."
Barjet truly begged.
She had misjudged.
What it meant to be his woman was never something to speak of lightly.
Holding her arm with one hand and pressing her hip with the other, Jiha pulled his hips back.
A very leisurely withdrawing motion.
"Ng, k-hnng. H-nngh."
Barjet's mouth, leaning against the mirror, fell open blankly as her face melted.
Slap!!
The moment Jiha thrust his hips forward in one motion, pushing his shaft back inside, she trembled.
"Hak, haaak. Haak......."
It was the process of her becoming his woman.