Chapter 160: Exposure and Voyeurism
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 160: Exposure and Voyeurism
“Heuk…”
The moment she came face-to-face with Isabel, Cynthia’s body trembled. Her pussy clenched madly. It was like wringing out an already dry towel.
Thanks to that, the sensation of her vaginal walls wrapping around my cock became even more vivid. On top of that, the gush of her arousal acted as a lubricant, more than doubling my own pleasure.
Cynthia was in so much pain that I had only thrust a few times, but that was why the urge to cum was already building so quickly.
From behind, I pressed our bodies tightly together. My hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them. I left a light bite mark on her shoulder.
“Hngh…!”
At this level of excitement, it becomes difficult to distinguish minor pain from pleasure.
At my rough actions, Cynthia let out a moan instead of a scream. She turned her head to look at me with eyes that were both pleading and yearning.
“You perverted bitch…!”
Cynthia flinched, belatedly realizing how blatant her actions were.
But when I kissed her, as if that had never happened, she thrust her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around. Even after we broke the kiss, her perverted tongue-play didn't stop.
Slurp. Schlick.
The way her tongue moved, trying to maximize contact, was incredibly lewd.
In the space between our mouths, our tongues twisted together like mating snakes. Even as the sticky sounds pierced the night's silence, she didn't stop.
No, if anything, she seemed even more aroused.
Her excitement grew even greater when I, having barely held back my climax, began to move again.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The sound of our flesh slapping together as my hips struck her ass, combined with the obscene sounds coming from her flooded pussy, aroused her even more.
“Haaaahng—!”
Unable to hold back any longer, she let out a loud moan, forgetting that we were outside.
Once the floodgates opened, she no longer tried to hide her moans. In fact, the thought that she might be discovered because of the noise only excited her more.
It was a vicious cycle.
Her tongue-play grew more and more frantic. She reached out to the railing to support herself and even began to rock her own hips, guiding me deeper.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Slap, slap, slap.
Naturally, the lewd sounds of our flesh slapping together grew louder.
When I lifted my head, her tongue, which had been exploring mine like a snake, moved wildly, as if begging me to come back.
Instead, I licked my way up her neck, then nibbled on her earlobe and whispered.
“If you keep screaming your heart out like that, you'll wake up the entire city. No, it seems someone is already awake. Look over there.”
I pointed below the railing. Someone had come out onto the balcony of the floor below. He was pacing, looking around for the source of the sound.
He even looked up in our direction, but fortunately, we were in a spot that was structurally out of his view.
“Heuk… N-No…”
“No? Then why are you rocking your hips on your own? And your pussy is gripping my cock so tightly it won't let go? Are you sure you don't like this?”
“I don't know… I don't know… Heut!”
When I stopped moving, she rocked her hips even more. But the awkward movement seemed to prevent her from getting the pleasure she wanted, and she grew restless.
So she tried another method. She guided her hand to her pussy and caressed her clitoris.
“The truth is, you want everyone to see your vulva, don't you? You perverted bitch. A benevolent saintess? Lies! You're a perverted saintess. A pervert who can't bear to live without my cock.”
“Hnngh… N-No. That’s not true…!”
Smack.
A red handprint bloomed on Cynthia's ass, which was like a pure white full moon.
“Haaaahng—!”
I had put quite a bit of force into it, but she seemed to feel pleasure instead of pain. Just as I expected. I knew this would happen, since the pleasure was intense enough to overwhelm the pain of her defloration.
“Still going to deny it?”
I spanked her ass rhythmically. With the sound of slapping flesh added to the already obscene noises, she truly didn't know what to do with herself.
“Haaah…! W-We’re really going to get caught…!”
“Isn't that what you wanted?”
Indeed, the pressure from her pussy was growing stronger. So much so that the urge to cum, which I had barely managed to calm, was rising rapidly again.
The moment I judged I couldn't hold back this time, I pulled my cock out to the entrance of her pussy.
“Ah, no, no, no…!”
Cynthia desperately thrust her hips back, trying to take my cock in again. The hand caressing her clitoris became even more frantic.
She, too, was close to orgasm.
But in this position, no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't be able to achieve the pleasure she desired. Not unless I helped her.
I ran my straightened fingers across her back, which boasted an elegant curve.
“Admit it honestly, and I'll give you what you want.”
“Hah… W-What I want?”
I answered by thrusting my cock all the way into her pussy in one go.
“Haaaahng—! I-It’s coming—!”
Her contracting pussy was instantly drenched. But judging by how tightly she was still clenching, she wasn't there yet.
“This is just a taste. Admit you're a pervert, and you'll get even greater pleasure.”
“I, I, I’m…”
Cynthia still hesitated. But after one deep, powerful thrust, her body began to shudder. When she looked back at me, her eyes were half-rolled back in her head.
“A-A pervert…! I’m a pervert who likes it when others see my vulva…! So, so…!”
“Good girl. I'll give you a reward.”
I was at my limit, too. The moment Cynthia surrendered, I didn't hesitate. I hooked my arms under her thighs and lifted her. It was the so-called standing sex position.
The only difference was that there was an audience member within arm's reach.
“Hup—”
Isabel, who had been subtly caressing her own breasts and pussy while my attention was elsewhere, sucked in a sharp breath. Soon, Cynthia became aware of her again.
“Hyaaaaah!!!”
Shaking her head, Cynthia cried out like a madwoman. She seemed to have completely forgotten about the possibility of being caught. Or maybe she wanted to be.
I pinned Cynthia so she couldn't move an inch and thrust my cock into her again and again. My gaze was fixed over her shoulder on Isabel, who had frozen stiff.
Gulp.
Isabel, who had been staring intently at my cock plunging in and out of Cynthia's pussy, lifted her head.
Her eyes met mine, and she slowly began to move her hand again. She let out a hot breath and licked her lips seductively.
I didn't look away either. As if to say, You're the one I'm fucking right now.
“I'm cumming…!”
The urge to cum, which had been at its peak, finally crossed the line. Having held back for so long, the force of my ejaculation was extraordinary. My cock pulsed, pouring out semen.
“Hiiiiik—! I-I-I’m coooming…!”
Reaching her climax, Cynthia cried out like an animal. The flesh of her pussy clenched greedily, as if determined not to let a single drop of my semen escape.
I came so much that with every thrust, semen gushed back out of her pussy.
“Hnngh…!”
Isabel's body jolted as well. A languid, hot breath escaped her parted lips. She, too, had reached her climax.
But this wasn't the time to leisurely savor the afterglow. The midnight commotion was spreading further, and people were getting closer to the truth.
As the murmuring from the surroundings grew louder, without a word, Isabel and I both retreated into our respective rooms.
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Early dawn. I threw open the doors to the balcony. As if it had been waiting, a clear breeze swept into the room, pushing out the lingering, pungent scent and heat.
“Hnng…”
Cynthia, who had been lying face down on the bed, squirmed and burrowed deeper into the blankets.
The blankets were soaked with her fluids and my semen, but she showed no hesitation. Then again, she was in a similar state herself, so there was no reason to avoid them.
“This is a problem…”
The issue was the bloodstains scattered here and there. There was an unbelievable amount of blood for a torn hymen, proof of our lovemaking that had lasted until dawn. The bed was covered in bloodstains.
“Maybe I'll have to use your ass next time.”
The moment I finished speaking, Cynthia flinched. It seemed the cold air had woken her. The fact that she was still pretending to be asleep was probably out of embarrassment.
After all, hadn't she just graphically displayed her lovemaking to a woman she met for the first time today, and enjoyed it with moans loud enough for the entire city to hear?
What's more, after returning to the room, she had straddled me and diligently ground her hips…
For her, who always maintained a stoic demeanor, this was the most mortifying moment of her life.
“I wonder how long she can pretend to be asleep.”
A playful mood struck me. I stealthily pulled back the covers. Her ass, like a pale full moon, was revealed. When I touched it, it trembled slightly.
She must have thought I was about to explore her asshole. As my hand delved into the crack of her ass, her body froze like ice.
But she still kept her eyes squeezed shut.
“Hmm. Is this a signal to go ahead?”
Cynthia’s lips twitched. She was torn between confronting her mortifying memory and having her backdoor breached.
I decided to help her choose. I spread her thighs like a frog's, exposing her pussy. Then I toyed with her regenerated hymen.
“Hup…!”
Cynthia sucked in a sharp breath. I met her wide-open eyes and slowly lowered my head.
“Hyaat…! T-That place is dirty…!”
With a look of disbelief, she slightly lifted her upper body to look down at me, then cried out in alarm. It was because my tongue was persistently teasing her hymen.
“It does taste a bit coppery.”
Cynthia's face turned beet red, as if it would explode. Unable to bear it any longer, she tried to close her thighs while pushing me away with her feet.
“Isn't it a little late to be shy?”
Instead of resisting, I lay down beside her again. Her reaction was better than yesterday, but her pussy was still on the dry side for intercourse.
It seemed it would take quite a long time to take her the normal way.
‘Some training is in order.’
Just as I was thinking about how to do it.
Knock, knock, knock.
“It's Hodgson, my lord.”
There was a knock on the door. A startled Cynthia pulled the covers up to her neck. She gestured with her eyes, telling me not to let him in under any circumstances.
In return, I gave her a wicked grin.
“Come in.”
Cynthia's eyes widened. Then, as the door clicked open, she hastily threw the covers over her head.
I kindly pushed her into the space between my legs and spread the blanket wide to hide the traces of last night left on the bed.
‘Are you crazy!?’
Under the covers, Cynthia protested, pinching my thigh. I simply sat up, leaned back against the headboard, and made more room between my legs.
Hodgson, who had just entered the room, hesitated upon seeing me leaning against the headboard with my upper body exposed.
Before his gaze could drift to the slight bulge between my legs, I spoke.
“Hodgson. I heard you took command of the troops in my stead and fought well. The Duke was full of praise for you. There will be a separate reward, so you can look forward to it.”
Hodgson's gaze, which had been drifting downward, shot back up to meet mine.
“Not at all, my lord. In truth, there was nothing for me to do. Once we had them surrounded from both sides with Dresden, just as you planned, the enemy was too busy fleeing to put up a proper fight.”
“That's not what the Duke said…”
“He was just praising me to shut me up. But… is something the matter, my lord?”
Hodgson tilted his head. It was because I kept glancing under the covers while we were talking.
I casually placed my clasped hands over my lower body. I was pressing down on Cynthia's head as she, at a time when she should have been staying still, touched my cock with her tongue.
Before Hodgson's eyes could follow mine to my lower body, I quickly continued.
“He tried to shut you up? Does that have anything to do with why you've come so early in the morning?”
“Yes. I’m certain you and the Duke will have an important discussion during the day, and I felt it was right to inform you beforehand, so I had to take the liberty. My apologies.”
Hodgson bowed his head. In that moment, I lifted the covers slightly and warned Cynthia with my eyes.
Cynthia just grinned and stuck out her tongue. Then she mouthed silently.
‘Revenge…!’
This was Cynthia's flaw. Like a pup that doesn't know to fear a tiger, she'd try to challenge me whenever she saw an opening.
“No. Your judgment was correct. So, what happened with the Duke?”
I smirked and took a light grip on the blanket. Then I slowly started to pull it down.
‘Are you crazy!?’
Her eyes wide, Cynthia desperately grabbed the blanket to stop me, but she couldn't overcome my strength.
The blanket was slowly being pulled up. At this rate, Cynthia's naked body, a mess of semen and her own fluids, would be exposed to another man.
‘I-I won't just take this lying down…?’
When I didn't stop, Cynthia threatened me by gripping my cock tightly. I responded by pulling the blanket up even further.
Unaware of the silent war unfolding under the covers, Hodgson reported with his head bowed.
“The Duke used his authority as Commander-in-Chief and his title to pressure us, forcing us to the front lines. If the enemy's resistance had been stronger, our losses would have been great.”
“He was thinking about what would happen after the alliance was broken. Well, since I have a closer relationship with Dresden, he must have been worried.”
As the blanket was pulled up to reveal my feet, Cynthia, now in a panic, pulled her legs and arms in, curling up like a grub.
As a result, the space between my legs bulged enough for anyone to see that something was there.
‘As long as he doesn't find out who it is, it's fine?’
She thought she was choosing the lesser of two evils to avoid the worst-case scenario. But her thinking was short-sighted. As I pulled the blanket up more, she was forced to realize her mistake.
When she was just lying face down, at most her legs and ass would have been exposed. But in this position, the secret place between the cheeks of her ass would also be revealed.
With a look of sheer terror, she clutched my cock, not knowing what to do.
She was on the verge of panic.
“Now that his plan has failed, the Duke may attempt something even more audacious.”
“Is that so…”
I nodded as if I understood. Then, I raised my head, put a finger to my lips for Hodgson to see, and then gestured for him to leave.
He tilted his head, then glanced at my bulging lower body, and hastily bowed his head and retreated. He didn't even make a sound as he closed the door.
Because of that, Cynthia didn't even realize he had left the room and fell into a deeper panic. When the blanket was pulled up further, revealing her ass, she even let out a sound.
“Hyaaaaah—!”
When I pulled the blanket off completely, I could see her, limp and continuously leaking arousal.
“Before I deal with the Duke, I'll have to educate this reckless pup who doesn't know her place.”
As I toyed with her pussy, which was leaking arousal like a broken dam, and thrust my cock in her face, she took it into her mouth as if she'd been waiting for it.