Chapter 295 Independence -24
Chapter 295 Independence -24
The celestial maiden's soft hand hesitantly closed around the man.
"Ugh...."
Gashiel flinched and stared blankly at him.
Seeing it directly had been shocking, but touching it—the hardness and heat pressing against her palm—made her mind go blank.
"Wh-why am I even...."
As Gashiel's inner thoughts slipped out unbidden, Jiha sneered.
"You're repaying me for saving you. If I like what I see, you'll get away with just your hands."
"...I will not permit anything beyond this."
Even on guard, Gashiel gently wrapped her fingers around his length. Then, with clumsy, hesitant motions, she moved her hand up and down, stimulating him.
Her soft palm curled around his manhood, sliding up and down with clumsy friction.
Already fully aroused, the man grew harder and swelled further from the stimulation, and a small gasp escaped Gashiel.
"Ah."
She felt the man react as her hand moved. She sounded flustered, but she didn't stop.
Jiha slipped an arm around her neck, pulling her closer.
"Wait, your body is—"
"Come a little closer."
He pressed her body flush against his.
Gashiel's breasts, still clad in her liturgical robe, pressed subtly against Jiha's arm, adding another layer of stimulation.
At any other time, Gashiel would have stiffened and corrected her posture immediately, but now she was utterly distracted by the task of stroking Jiha's manhood.
'Th-this is strange....'
As she held and stroked Jiha's length, her own heart was mysteriously pounding.
Ever since waking from the ice, ever since this man bit her neck, her body had felt strangely hot and restless.
And now, while stroking him, her mouth was growing dry and a deep heat was kindling within her.
'I-I am committing such a disgraceful act....'
The old Gashiel, regardless of whether he was her rescuer, would have cut off his lower parts, then his neck, and settled the matter with a formal funeral.
But now, her Mana hadn't returned.
In truth, this was an aftereffect of being bitten by Jiha, but she believed it was simply a consequence of being released from the seal.
Thinking she couldn't resist if this lowly human male overpowered her with brute force, she had accepted this, believing she could appease him just this once. But...
"He's different from Alex, isn't he?"
The whisper in her ear made Gashiel flinch.
She reflexively tried to pull away, but Jiha's hand was already firmly gripping her waist.
He had no intention of letting go until he was satisfied. Gashiel shuddered at the unyielding arm wrapped around her.
Perhaps she had truly been cornered. Even this sheltered, angelic lady felt a shadow of doubt.
"Answer me...."
Jiha gently bit her earlobe, urging her on.
The man's hot breath, his burning lips nibbling at her ear sent a jolt through Gashiel, and she tried to retreat, but Jiha's hand followed, having predicted the move.
"Ugh, huk.... Huut...."
As the man's lips traced lightly from the top of her ear to the bottom, her head spun and her vision blurred.
Gashiel grabbed Jiha's manhood as if it were a support beam, her body trembling and twitching.
As her hand squeezed tighter, Jiha's manhood grew even hotter and larger.
Jiha didn't let the strange pleasure rising from his lower body show on his face, continuing to tease Gashiel's ear with just his lips.
"Ah, haak...."
"I told you to answer."
As Jiha's lips nibbled persistently at her earlobe, Gashiel's breathing quickened.
It felt as if every nerve in her body had converged on her ear. The man's lips and hot breath against her skin were suffocating her.
The hand stroking Jiha's manhood came to a complete stop.
When Jiha kept biting down with his lips and exhaled hot air into her ear, Gashiel's mouth opened before she could stop it.
"H-he's different."
"What, were you a perverted older sister peeping on your little brother handling himself?"
"N-no. I absolutely didn't want to see it, but he did as he pleased right in front of me while I was imprisoned...."
"What did he do?"
When Gashiel, a sliver of reason still left, hesitated, Jiha pushed his tongue into her ear.
At the wet sensation invading her ear canal, Gashiel was so startled she shrieked.
"Ha, haak! A-alone, a-all alone... while calling m-my name...."
"You've suffered a lot, having a perverted little brother. No, aren't you the same?"
Jiha whispered as he pushed his tongue deeper into Gashiel's ear.
Her hands clenched tightly over her chest, Gashiel couldn't bear it and shook her head in denial.
"N-no. I-I had no idea Alex was that kind of person. I had resolved that if I ever got free, I would have to execute him myself...."
"Aren't you relieved I did it for you?"
"...."
Gashiel didn't answer, her expression complicated. Seeing this, Jiha lightly bit her ear with his teeth.
"Aaahng...."
At the strange sensation, Gashiel's eyes flew wide open.
"I told you to answer, and you ignore me."
"I-I don't want to answer."
From Gashiel's perspective, even if Alex was her blood relative, he had committed an unforgivable capital crime.
He wasn't just some low-level member of a secret society unsettling the world, but an executive who committed all sorts of crimes. He had imprisoned her, a Unique, and siphoned her power to wield recklessly.
His evil was so vast there was no defending it.
She had even resolved to kill him herself, but now that Jiha had actually dealt with Alex, her feelings were genuinely complicated.
Swinging a sword at a blood relative is a difficult thing to do under most circumstances—even more so for a lady raised as preciously as Gashiel.
Jiha read these feelings clearly on her face but asked anyway, feigning ignorance.
"Then, shall I change the question? Who's bigger?"
"Wh-what...."
Flustered, Gashiel looked down at Jiha's manhood in her hand.
With her teary, unfocused eyes, the reality that she was in a man's arms, holding his member, didn't seem to have fully sunk in.
As reality drifted, she wiggled her own fingers, then looked surprised, then fascinated by the heat radiating into her palm.
Just as men want to know a woman's body, it's natural for women to have a curiosity about a man's.
They are simply too ashamed to say it openly.
Jiha's lips lightly pressed against her cheek and then moved up to her ear. Anticipation flared on Gashiel's face, followed by embarrassment at her own anticipation.
Jiha's mouth hovered as if to torment her ear again, then deliberately circled only the edges.
"Ah...."
An unconscious sigh escaped Gashiel, and just then, Jiha exhaled a hot breath right into her ear.
"Ugh, eung...."
"Who is bigger and harder?"
"...Y-you are."
The hesitant Gashiel stammered out the words.
She had never imagined the day would come when she, so preciously raised, would utter such vulgar and crude things.
"Y-you are th-three times bigger... th-thicker, too."
Though ashamed, Gashiel answered honestly.
It was a disgraceful thing to say, but her hand was already wrapped around his manhood.
When she answered properly, Jiha laughed and kissed her ear. As a ticklish sensation spread, Gashiel trembled and let out a moan.
"Eung, euuu...."
She let out a sound she couldn't believe was her own, while her hand on his member began moving up and down again—swish, swish.
Because the only way to end this moment was to satisfy Jiha.
"Haa, haa...."
As Jiha tormented her ear relentlessly with his lips, the base of it flushed bright red with arousal.
When his tongue, which had been tracing the shell of her ear, pushed into her ear canal, a thin moan escaped her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trembling finely.
"Huuk, hueung...."
Jiha moved the hand on her waist higher, turning Gashiel to face him.
The trembling woman opened her mouth belatedly as she realized how close Jiha's face had gotten.
"W-wait. You can't...."
Jiha silenced the noble lady's protest with his mouth.
When their lips met, Gashiel turned her head to break free, but Jiha grabbed her jaw and held her in place.
Slurp. Smack. Slurrp.
Gashiel resisted at first, but when Jiha bit her lip and sucked on it persistently, she trembled, not knowing what to do.
"Ah, haaph...."
Not knowing how to breathe, or when to endure, or what would happen next—she was simply panicking.
Yet even so, the hand gripping Jiha's manhood held on tight and didn't let go.
The ebb and flow of pressure on him let Jiha read Gashiel's exact psychological state.
When he persistently sucked on her lip, the tension in the hand holding his manhood relaxed, the grip loosening to a moderate degree.
And then, her soft hand began stroking him up and down again... Even while completely overwhelmed by Jiha's kiss, the single thought of needing to satisfy him—to finish this—remained her guiding principle.
Tasting a celestial's lips while receiving her handjob—a wave of mental satisfaction washed over him, and sticky pre-cum began to leak out.
"Hoo...."
When Jiha pulled his lips away, Gashiel stared blankly at him, her face flushed.
The lips he had just been biting and sucking moved, producing a strained voice.
"Wh-what on earth have you just done...."
Jiha silently moved his lips closer again, and Gashiel's eyes flew wide open as she tried to pull her head back.
But instead, Jiha pushed the fleeing Gashiel straight down onto the bed.
"Kyaak!"
Boing!
The soft mattress rippled as Gashiel fell onto it, and Jiha climbed on top of her. Gashiel tried to get up right away, but Jiha kissed her again.
"Ahhuuk...."
Pinned down and kissed, Gashiel tried to push him away with one hand, but she was no match for the man.
Even worse, her other hand was still, impossibly, holding Jiha's manhood.
'He d-definitely said just hands....'
Gashiel screamed internally, but the hand pressing the back of her head down gave her no escape.
As the man's lips gently sucked on hers, his tongue swirling, her mind grew hazy, her body twitched, and she felt an urge to simply let it continue.
'N-no....'
The hand Jiha had used to savor Gashiel's lips drifted naturally to her chest.
Realizing Jiha meant to go further, Gashiel was so shocked she shook her head violently.
"Wh-what do you think you're doing?!"
"What do you mean? You said five minutes, and it's up. Time to move on."
"B-but... it al-already came out!"
Gashiel tried to say something, then burst out. Jiha asked, incredulous.
"What?"
"...L-look at this."
Hesitantly, Gashiel pointed at the sticky fluid that had slightly leaked from the tip of Jiha's manhood and declared,
"Y-you're satisfied, so it's over now."
"...."
Seeing the pre-cum, Gashiel believed Jiha was finished.
It was a statement befitting a young lady who knew nothing of the world, leaving Jiha both dumbfounded and, in a strange way, charmed.
"Ah, so this is your proof that I finished from your hand? So that means it's over?"
"Y-yes."
Gashiel trembled but felt relieved.
There was a sense of relief that this savage beast wouldn't do anything more, and a strange twinge of disappointment—but for now, relief was the priority...
Press.
"Hyaah!"
A hard pressure pushing against her crotch made Gashiel's back arch with a jolt.
Jiha had pressed his thigh firmly against her core.
"I might not be sure if I'm done, but it looks like you're just getting started."
The predator upon his prey bared his teeth.