Chapter 52: Reaping the Harvest - 5
Chapter 52: Reaping the Harvest - 5
Leticia, chest exposed, wore an expression of pure terror.
She propped herself up on her elbows and began inching backward across the sofa, but Jiha, looming over her, only smiled.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Nn, hnngh......"
Leticia, who had lashed out and tried to attack Jiha, wrinkled her nose.
The moment she tried to summon her Mana, a wave of pleasure so intense it felt like her lower body was melting crashed over her.
"Hahk, haa......"
The elf panted sweet breaths through her parted lips, trembling violently before her head drooped.
"Wh-what is...... My Mana......"
"It'll wear off soon enough."
"Y-you deceived...... Ah!"
"You're the one who attacked first."
Jiha snorted at her sharp voice.
"If you'd actually held out for ten minutes, I would have let it go."
A pure virgin who knew absolutely nothing about what happened in bed—no matter how powerful or strong-willed she was, Jiha had been able to toy with her easily.
If Leticia had genuinely endured, he'd had a backup plan for that, too.
"You're the one who immediately tried to attack a weak Common like me, and I only bit you to defend myself. You were thrashing around, so I did my best to calm you down."
"Y-you wretch...... Th-that's the most ridiculous......"
"What? Is a man supposed to just take a beating? Is that elven law?"
Jiha's sneer left Leticia with nothing to say.
It was true that she hadn't lasted ten minutes and had even resorted to using Mana to try and escape Jiha's grasp.
Wrapping both hands around her trembling shoulders, Leticia asked pitifully.
"Wh-what do you plan to do with me now?"
She was completely defenseless now; she couldn't offer the slightest resistance if the man before her tried to force himself on her.
"D-don't tell me. A mere human like you dares to do something insolent to me?"
Leticia looked at him as though he were a beast in heat.
Jiha, still looking down at her with a hand planted beside her head, chuckled.
"You said being touched by a human does nothing for you. I'm not interested in women who can't feel anything."
"Th-that's right. I-it just felt so terrible I couldn't bear to endure it anymore......"
Leticia struggled to put on a brave front, but her breathing was growing ragged and her body trembled even harder.
Jiha, however, pretended not to notice and played it cool.
"Seeing you tremble like this even without me touching you, I guess you're suddenly feeling unwell. Shall I wipe off the sweat for you?"
"Wh-what are you saying......"
How could she ever permit a filthy human to touch her noble flesh?
But at the same time, Leticia realized she wanted exactly that.
The craving for the man before her to touch her, the desire for him to toy with her breasts the way he had a moment ago—a shiver ran unbidden down her spine at the thought.
"Nngh......"
Leticia gazed at him with trembling eyes, but Jiha shook his head.
"No, if a lowly human male like me were to directly touch the noble High Elf lady, who knows what kind of brutal punishment I'd face. For something like this, I should call Enril."
When Jiha made as if to rise, Leticia, startled, grabbed his arm.
"W-wait! No!"
"Elves understand elf matters, right? She's a dark elf, but I'm sure she'll manage."
"N-no! No!"
Leticia's face went pale.
Even through the haze of arousal, she absolutely wanted to avoid having Enril see her like this.
It was a state of disgrace she'd be mocked for for centuries—no, for the rest of her life.
As a sweat-drenched Leticia shook her head frantically, Jiha asked quietly.
"What's not okay?"
"That......"
"Say it properly."
Jiha's lowered voice was the same tone he'd used earlier, when he'd forced her to ask properly if she wanted her chest touched.
Leticia realized she was now a fish caught in a net.
"D-don't call Enril......"
"......"
"P-please...... don't call her......"
Leticia pleaded with everything she had.
She would rather die on the spot than live a life of shame after being seen in such a humiliating state—so much so that a high and noble High Elf like her was even using honorifics to beg a base human.
"Yeah? Then what should we do."
"......"
A flicker of relief crossed Leticia's face at the sign Jiha was willing to listen.
She had avoided the worst-case scenario of Enril seeing her like this.
"Haaht......"
But the relief was short-lived. When Jiha suddenly grabbed her breast over her clothes, her body jolted.
Her underwear had been removed earlier. The heated flesh of her breast beneath the dress was now fully caught in Jiha's grip.
It wasn't a caress—it was a firm hold, as if imprinting the presence of his palm onto her chest. Jiha, feeling the firm elasticity fill his hand, looked down at her in silence.
"Haa. Haaht. Haaht......"
Leticia's brows twitched minutely.
This filthy human didn't simply pounce on her to violate her while she could barely control her body.
His cold demeanor, his inscrutable intentions, made her head spin.
And yet, the breast held in the man's palm grew hot entirely on its own, the warmth spreading through her body.
At the incomparable tickling sensation, Leticia crossed her legs and convulsed.
"Ht, hngh. Haaht......"
"......"
Jiha simply looked down at her with cold eyes, his hand still gripping Leticia's breast.
Leticia, struggling to suppress the pleasure, realized he wasn't moving his palm at all.
The wish for him to move just a little more slipped out before she could stop it.
"Why are you...... staying still......"
"What should a dirty human male do for you?"
"......"
Leticia understood what Jiha was waiting for.
He meant to make her beg to be touched.
Just as he had made her ask him directly to touch her breasts.
"Hnngh. Keung......"
Leticia's eyes trembled as she looked up at Jiha pitifully.
Her body felt like it was on fire, utterly unbearable. Her breasts, held in his grip, ached with ticklish pleasure and craved a more intense sensation, yet Jiha refused to move, dragging out her torment.
Gasping, Leticia arched her back, pressing her captive breast further into Jiha's hand.
But Jiha simply withdrew his hand with cold indifference.
"Say it properly."
"Wh-what......"
Like a child who'd just been about to eat a piece of candy only to have it snatched away, Leticia looked crestfallen.
Couldn't he just take the hint? Wasn't making a woman who knew nothing of men beg for it too cruel?
But Jiha's eyes, looking down at her, remained cold.
No matter how hard she tried to suppress the scorching pleasure consuming her body, the memory of his hand from before kept surfacing, drying out her mouth.
Driven by the thought of wanting that hand to touch her freely, Leticia's lips parted involuntarily.
"P-please...... me......"
"......"
"......T-touch me, please."
Jiha let out a short laugh.
"I taught you how to ask properly earlier. Did you forget already?"
"......"
Leticia tried to glare at Jiha, but the strength drained from her eyes.
She had already started down this path; the desperate wish to cool her burning body took priority now.
"My breasts...... with your hands...... please touch them."
"Just your breasts?"
"......"
Deep hesitation crossed Leticia's face.
Obviously, it wasn't just that—but saying anything more felt too repulsive to her.
Jiha moved his hand and pressed down on her final undergarment.
"Hngaaht!"
The fabric was already so thoroughly soaked that a honey-like fluid wound around his fingertips.
As Jiha's fingers stroked up and down the drenched panties, Leticia's back arched sharply and her shapely thighs quivered uncontrollably.
"Haaht. Haaht! Haaaht......"
Her mouth fell open in a moan at the unbelievable pleasure.
Just the touch on her breasts had made her body unbearably hot; the stimulation below was beyond anything she could have imagined.
Jiha asked calmly.
"Should I only touch your breasts?"
"Hnn. Hngh. Hnngh......"
When Jiha's finger pressed against the sensitive nub at her cleft, Leticia couldn't close her mouth and simply trembled violently.
The pleasure was so intense and relentless it was frightening. After convulsing, Leticia collapsed limply onto the sofa only once Jiha's hand pulled away.
Utterly drained, unable to even lift a finger, she couldn't catch her breath properly, her face flushed.
She was so exhausted she couldn't even wipe the small trail of saliva from the corner of her mouth.
But her body, burning to the point of torment, was still unsatisfied.
Jiha was still looking down at her with those same cold eyes. as if to say, if you don't submit, this cycle will repeat forever.
"O-other places too......"
"Where."
"Th-that......"
Even completely drunk on the waves of pleasure, Leticia couldn't bring herself to say it and hesitated.
"My...... secret part......"
"So, where."
Moisture beaded at the corners of Leticia's eyes. Humiliation, rage, and self-loathing crashed together, making her head spin.
But Jiha didn't so much as blink, simply waiting for her to speak.
Leticia racked her brain desperately and managed a makeshift phrase.
"My...... whole body......"
"Using your head, I see."
Jiha chuckled.
She meant to talk around it because she couldn't stomach saying the specific words out loud.
"......You're so mean."
Leticia shot a tearful glare at Jiha.
Even in her aroused state, Jiha's ironclad attitude felt both resentful and frightening.
She had set aside her pride and was begging him; was there really any need to be this harsh?
"Shall a dirty human be truly mean to you?"
"......"
Leticia's face stiffened as she warily gauged his mood. Jiha regarded her for a moment, then slowly lowered his head.
It was time to act in earnest.
"Ah......"
Realizing Jiha was about to kiss her, Leticia, startled, turned her head away to dodge him.
At this sudden rejection, Jiha was dumbfounded.
"What?"
"N-not a kiss. That's the one thing you can't do."
"......Ah, really?"
Leticia looked terrified that Jiha might torment her in some other way.
I can just smash that barrier down step by step.
Unconcerned, Jiha moved his hand to Leticia's top.
"So, you claim that the noble elf feels nothing even when a dirty human touches her. Well then, this dirty human will put in his own kind of effort."
"......R-right."
Jiha's voice was pure mockery, but Leticia forced herself to nod.
"I-it's just that you're sweating so much. I-I'll g-give you s-special permission to wipe it off."
"Oh, you will?"
As Jiha's hands parted her green top, her ample cleavage and smooth stomach were revealed.
Her snow-white skin, slick with sweat, glistened smoothly.
Leticia, exposing her bare skin to a man for the first time, reflexively tried to cover herself with her arms, but Jiha hooked her legs over his shoulders and pushed them forward.
Leticia was curled up, supporting her weight only on her head and shoulders.
"What......"
Without answering, Jiha immediately stripped off Leticia's last underwear.
The pure white undergarment was peeled away in an instant, leaving nothing to cover her private area.
"Ah......"
Leticia reflexively tried to cover up, but given her position, it wasn't easy.
With her head and shoulders braced against the sofa in a seventy-degree headstand, her lower body was completely at the mercy of the man's hands.
As Jiha grabbed both her ankles and spread her legs, her wet, exposed sex was laid bare.
It was a position where Jiha could do with her as he pleased, and all Leticia could do was brace herself.
Ignoring her efforts to reach out her arms and somehow cover herself, Jiha lowered his own pants.
His rigid length, restrained all this time while watching Leticia pant and writhe, was revealed.
"......"
Leticia stared at it, her eyes wide and dazed.
She knew intellectually what it was, but seeing it in person was an enormous shock.
"W-wait a minute, don't tell me......"
Belatedly realizing what Jiha was about to do, Leticia hastily tried to stop him.
"I-I said you could wipe the sweat. I didn't give permission for that!"
"Oh, really?"
Jeering, Jiha gently rubbed his cock against her slick, drenched cleft.
"Hngh. Kt......"
Startled by the hard object touching her most secret place, Leticia's body trembled.
Her heart pounded and a clenching sensation surged from deep within her.
Every feminine instinct she had craved it.
"N-no. I am the successor to Yormun, a member of the Council. I-I will not mix flesh with a l-lowly creature like a human......"
As Leticia forced out a voice of resistance, Jiha mocked her.
"You said no matter what a human like me does, you can't feel a thing, right? Then it doesn't matter, does it?"
"Wh-what kind of nonsense are you......"
Even as she spoke, Leticia's voice went slack.
She could feel it herself—how much wetter her lower body grew with that hard, foreign sensation pressing at her entrance.
Jiha sneered.
"As long as you don't feel anything, it's not mixing flesh. Isn't that right?"
"Th-that......"
Her heart trembled with the instinct to accept it. Above all, her body was already on fire, making it impossible to endure.
Her feminine instincts told her this was the only way to quench the flame.
Leticia said, trembling.
"N-no, but still...... I'm not mentally prepared......"
With Leticia giving her tacit consent, Jiha smiled coldly.
"I'm prepared."
"Ah......"
Splitting Leticia's feeble moan, Jiha pushed his cock forward.
His shaft, hard as iron, tore through the thoroughly drenched honeypot by sheer force.