Chapter 219
Chapter 219
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 219
Chapter Title: Save Me (2)
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A while back, I'd had a drinking session with Talion late into the night.
Even nobles are just people, after all. They don't have much resistance to the things most folks enjoy. Even if the topic is something commonplace or a bit embarrassing.
In other words, it's pretty natural for even Elpante students to start talking about girls when it's just guys gathered together.
To put it more bluntly, outright dirty talk is a surprisingly common subject at those rare drinking parties.
"...Never done it."
From that perspective.
I still vividly remember Talion's shocked expression the moment I gave that answer.
"Really?"
"Why the hell would I lie about something like this?"
I grumbled back, crunching on some dry snacks, and Talion scanned me up and down like he couldn't believe it.
"...Even with all those women hanging around you?"
...
I gave a wry smile and downed a shot.
"If I ever hooked up with one of them... the one who made the first move might end up dead at the hands of the other."
Those devilish types have some serious obsessions, you see.
Fundamentally, their "true nature" gets buried under all that affection for me, so I rarely get to see it, but that's not why they're labeled as evil for nothing.
"...But why the long face?"
Right after I said that, I remember Talion—who'd been sipping his drink with this air of worldly detachment—looking at me with a pitying expression.
"Bro, it's just... "
His eyes were practically brimming with sympathy.
"You seem way too likely to miss out on a normal first time."
...
"With people that twisted... who knows what they'd do if they got the 'chance.'"
Looking back now.
That was damn near prophetic.
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The Gray Devil's tongue entwined stickily with Dawood's. Saliva exchanged wildly, essence flowing into each other's mouths and melting away.
I don't know if devils run hotter than other races, but a sweltering heat wrapped around his entire body. The shiver-inducing sensation radiating from her was beyond pleasurable—it was downright dizzying.
"...You..."
Dawood grimaced, his face clouded with disorientation.
His mind felt like it was floating away.
He still couldn't twitch a finger, his control over his body as limited as ever, yet every sensation across his skin was more vivid than it had ever been.
Ever since this girl had started talking about devouring him moments ago, his sense of reality had flown off somewhere far away. Like he was drifting in the middle of a dream.
His face was flushed in a way that felt unnatural, as if he couldn't hold back the arousal.
"...Did you do something to me?"
[I made you a bit more honest.]
"Honest about what?"
[I made you go into heat.]
...
No beating around the bush anymore.
Dawood thought that as he watched the Gray Devil strip off his lower garments.
Her hands moved with practiced ease, like she'd done this a few times before.
[Wow.]
The Gray Devil flashed an innocent smile, then beamed at the manhood now revealed.
She cupped it gently with both hands, like caressing a treasure. Affectionately, she rubbed her cheek against it.
[♥]
Then.
Two kisses on the tip.
Nice to meet you, hubby. Long time no see.
It was as if she were saying that.
"...Ngh..."
In the next instant, a rush of breath flooded into Dawood's mouth.
The Gray Devil had taken it into her mouth without asking.
She rubbed it slow and sticky, focusing on the textured parts, licking it over meticulously like she was cleaning it.
She glanced sideways at Dawood's reactions now and then, lapping tentatively.
[...Feels okay?]
...
Okay or not, all he could do was breathe heavily—no words came.
Seeing that, the Gray Devil grinned and quickened her pace.
She sped up the routine she'd been maintaining. Went even deeper, letting the tip brush her throat. Twisted her head gently to stimulate with the soft membranes inside. Slid her tongue underneath to coil around the throbbing veins for friction.
And to Dawood, who could barely hold onto his sanity, the Gray Devil tilted her head at a slant.
He watched the hair swaying right in front of his eyes for a moment before realizing her intent.
"...Use it however you want?"
[...♥]
"...For real?"
[...♥♥]
She smiled with her whole face, nodding eagerly as if to say yes, really.
He reflexively looked down to meet her gaze. If his own senses were alive, hers probably were too.
Even with her throat stuffed full like that, it should've hurt, but her expression remained steady.
Even unable to breathe properly, her eyes locked straight onto his, silently urging him to do as he pleased. Meeting that look, Dawood decided to shove any self-control into some dark corner of his mind.
Grabbing her head firmly with both hands, he slammed it down hard—like handling an object. Then thrust. No consideration for the other party, just brutal motion. Treating her not as a person, but as a tool for his release.
Yet even under that treatment, the Gray Devil wrapped her arms around Dawood's waist without resistance. Her face, if anything, bore an innocently beaming smile.
As if she'd love whatever he did to her.
"...!"
Dozens of seconds stretched like days, and Dawood's hips bucked upward.
He was right on the edge.
[Nooo-]
But with those words.
His movements froze solid.
A bewildered look crossed Dawood's face.
The building pressure of release was there, plain as day, but the natural "outburst" that should've followed was nowhere to be found.
As if she'd forced it to a halt.
"...What the hell did you...?"
[You've been eyeing other women all this time.]
The Gray Devil said that, then teasingly lapped at the trembling tip of his cock while giggling.
Maybe because of the strand of saliva dangling from the end, even that looked devastatingly erotic.
...
But a chill ran down Dawood's spine as he watched.
Because right now.
The way she was acting.
It felt like she was toying with him.
From that angle.
"...Hey."
[Mmm-?]
"How long are you gonna keep this up?"
[Until I'm satisfied. Gonna tease you a little.]
...
As that ominous feeling turned real and twisted Dawood's expression, the Gray Devil moved on to the next step.
She took his cock back into her mouth.
Slowly, savoring the feel of the scorching rod lodged in her throat, etching sharp pleasure into this man's nerves.
Calmly, wrapping her arms softly around Dawood's trembling body as wild ecstasy surged up his spine.
Thoroughly, checking his reactions meticulously to make it feel even better.
Up and down, sticky, dense, squeezing like milking him.
Uncontrollable sounds spilled from Dawood's mouth, growing more intense. Even the grinding of his teeth mixed in—nothing ordinary about it.
"Grh... Ngh..."
His body writhed again. As his lower muscles tensed, a crooked smile tugged at the Gray Devil's lips.
This time, too.
No release.
[Not yet-]
It worked perfectly—Dawood didn't even seem to have the spare capacity to form words anymore.
Must be what getting edged feels like.
And that process.
Kept going.
Over and over, and over.
Pushing him to the limit, then denying at the brink.
Really dragging it out, like she meant to torment him properly.
[...♥]
How many times had she "controlled" him like that?
Three? Four? Dozens? Hundreds?
He couldn't even remember.
Hands clutching his face, body shuddering all over, holding onto her horns with his arms just to stay centered, endless groans leaking through gritted teeth.
[Show me your face.]
Still.
From her position pressing down on him, the Gray Devil whispered that.
"...No."
Even panting, those quiet words slipped from Dawood.
[Show me.]
"I said no—"
Before he could finish, she yanked his arms away by force.
[...Ah...♥...]
It was a mess.
Lips bitten bloody, face soaked in tears with another drop still welling at the corner of his eye, heat flushing his entire face. Expression melted stickily.
Nothing you'd ever see on Dawood Campbell.
The look of someone pushed to the absolute limit.
The moment she saw it.
[...! .....!!]
The Gray Devil's lips split into a wide grin. Heat kindled in her eyes.
Her breathing grew ragged. A shiver of delight crawling up her own spine.
So cute.
Wanting to possess, conquer, claim, keep him—the look of someone at a loss.
"...!"
Dawood clenched his teeth and turned away, but she cupped his face with both hands and forced it back to her.
The ecstasy burning in those red eyes was terrifying. One glance and he'd melt.
[Show me a little more.]
...
[More, more. I love that face. Love it...]
Her voice, melted sticky with heat, lingered in Dawood's ear.
Then, she kissed his lips again. Tongues mingled. Sweet scent and saliva burrowed into his already-melted mind.
Unable to respond, all that continued was the feedback loop of mind-numbing pleasure.
No clue how much time passed. Minutes? Hours? A full day?
"...Hah... Hah..."
Harsh breaths, body drenched in sweat.
He felt her grab his cheek.
Looking up through his hazy vision, he saw the Gray Devil gazing down at him with a faint smile.
A truly devilish smile.
[Now that you're loosened up this much, we can get to it.]
"...Get to what."
[The main event.]
Ah.
Right.
So all that torment so far had just been "foreplay" for her.
That realization flashed through his mind.
...
Suddenly.
Talion's words from before crossed Dawood's thoughts.
-Bro, it's just... You seem way too likely to miss out on a normal first time.
...
No doubt about it.
This was really going to be the case.