The Building That Devours People
Miho bit her lip, her body trembling violently. Her breathing grew ragged, her heartbeat pounding harder with every passing second. Aah! He had grown so skilled. Hwan’s caresses had become undeniably more adept. He now knew exactly how to please her, what she craved, and how to arouse her with ease.
“Ha!” A sharp cry burst from her throat unbidden. Her hips bucked on their own, chasing the pleasure. Hwan’s clever mouth stubbornly claimed her breasts. Soon his free hand gripped one tightly while the other traced over her smooth thighs and rounded buttocks.
“Aah… aahhh…” Her moans climbed higher, yet she refused to reach climax so emptily. Hwan likely felt the same. For his sake, she parted her legs with deliberate slowness. Ah! The secret place laid bare before him was already soaked, glistening with need. Thick, sticky fluids overflowed, tempting the pitiful, thoroughly aroused beast before her eyes. Hwan could not look away.
“H-hurry…” she urged him in a low, commanding voice. Yes, the foreplay had been enough. She needed something far more electrifying. She needed stronger stimulation.
“Hngh!” At last his rigid cock pressed gently against her slick folds. Ah! The heat made her flinch, then sigh in admiration. A deeply satisfied smile curved Miho’s lips. She gazed at him with a flushed face. He, too, seemed to have lost all reason to lust—rough breaths, reddened cheeks, eyes glazed and sticky with desire. Seeing him like this, Miho let out a soft chuckle.
The man who could not control his desires had become a priest. Had become the sword of God. How was this possible? He was nothing less than a fallen priest. Yet why had that lofty god taken this priest into his embrace? The thought struck Miho as incredibly amusing. At the same time, she wanted to drag this noble priest even deeper into darkness. She wanted to pull him into a thicker swamp of pleasure and watch him flail helplessly, lost and pathetic.
Right now he was no different from a beast in heat.
“Haaang…” He thrust his hips forward. Squelch. A lewd, wet sound accompanied the hard, scorching length as it pushed between her folds. Aah… A moan slipped out before she could stop it. Her waist shuddered; her inner walls stretched around his shape, then clamped down greedily. Her whole body quivered with delight at that hot, unyielding presence. The stimulation was truly perfect.
Ah! Another wave of ecstasy stabbed through her core like a finger poking deep inside. Her hips bucked again of their own accord, flooding their joined flesh with sticky nectar. Her vision began to bleach white.
“Haaaa! Ha!” Before his now-expert movements, Miho’s body twisted and writhed. Yet her desire remained unsatisfied. It only hungered for more. Just a little more—yes, just a little more intense pleasure than this. And with it, the fresh, vital yang energy that would flow into her.
The sticky moans rose without end. Was this what it felt like to be wrapped in her soft, warm flesh? Ah! It felt as though he would melt completely. As though he were seeping into her, becoming one inseparable whole. The shivers refused to stop. Pure ecstasy rained down. His mind grew simple. Panting like a rutting beast, he shook his hips. The tight squeeze around his cock made him forget everything—even that this act was stealing his yang energy.
Haa. Haa… Amid harsh panting he thrust again, twisting his body to drive deeper into her innermost depths. Each motion drew another obscene, wet sound from between them. Before long he had pulled her fully into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist and tightened, allowing him to feel her most secret place even more deeply, more stickily. Aah! Haa… Her cries grew sharper, more piercing.
He seized her hands and rose, shifting them into a seated position facing each other. She smiled seductively and rocked her body as though dancing. Her slick folds squeezed his cock even tighter while the head of his shaft pressed firmly against the entrance of her womb.
Ah! Her trembling, her heat, traveled down his length. The numbness surging from the base of his spine gathered at the tip, throbbing violently, threatening to explode at any moment. Hwan buried his face between her full breasts. A sweet, fragrant scent rose from her sweat-drenched skin. The smell of her flesh was as addictive as the pleasure itself. The softness of her breasts against his cheeks was utterly lethal. He drew a deep breath, swallowing that intoxicating aroma all the way into his lungs. It was like an irresistible drug. It excited him further. It sharpened every thrill. Even the beads of sweat rolling down her white skin tasted like sweet poison.
Ah! She was driving him insane. She made it impossible to regain his senses.
“Hngh…” The sudden tight clench of her folds sent numbness racing up his cock and through his spine. For an instant his vision went white. Inside her, his cock hardened even more, pulsing as though it would burst any second. He pressed his lips to her breast again, hands gripping her buttocks as he drove his hips upward with all his strength.
“Aah! Aaaang!” Her cry rang in his ears once more. A drop of her sweet sweat touched his lips. He licked it away. Like a true beast—like a parched animal drinking water—he lapped at her breasts, then took one deep into his mouth and sucked hard. Hwan continued to kiss her breasts with stubborn passion while thrusting relentlessly.
Aah! The end was finally near.
“Haaaaang!” A long, drawn-out cry tore from her. Her sex, clinging wetly, squeezed his cock like a vice. Ah! He could hold back no longer. Hwan swallowed a gasp at the fierce constriction. Gripping her elastic buttocks, he thrust as deep as he could and released his semen in a powerful surge.
Aah! It was a natural, unstoppable explosion. Driven purely by instinct, he buried himself to her deepest point and unleashed the climax he had barely contained. Ecstasy poured over him like rain. His mind grew hazier still. Yet he could not look away from the enchanting woman before him—equally lost in bliss, drenched in satisfaction, impossibly beautiful. Even so, deep inside, a warning bell tolled. Yes, he knew. She was an incredibly dangerous woman. But she was also impossible to resist. He could not tear his eyes from this fatal, addictive, deceptively noble woman.
Even knowing this act was ultimately her predation, he could not fight it. He could not escape her. He only grew weaker and weaker beneath her seductive smile and beckoning hands.
Suddenly he wondered: Could he truly claim this was still only for revenge? Could he say he was sacrificing his body to save his mother? Could he call this offering himself to her in order to gain the power of vengeance? Countless doubts reared their heads.
The acts he had been forced to accept—if they had begun as a means to obtain strength for revenge, could he still declare with confidence that nothing had changed? Could he brush all of it aside with a simple It can’t be helped?
Hwan could no longer be certain. At some point he had undeniably begun to enjoy these acts, this stimulation, this pleasure. He craved them. Not merely for power, not only because of their contract, but as raw, intense desire. Perhaps it was because he had never known a woman before. Or perhaps because he believed the woman before him might be his first—and possibly his last.
Yes… it might be so.
“Hehe…” She laughed softly. What lay behind that smile? Did she sense it too? Did she know? Was this the smile of a woman who understood his body could no longer find satisfaction without her? Or the smile of one certain that a pitiful child had become her perfect servant…? Even so, Hwan could not resist. He had become incapable of denying any of those doubts.
In this sharp pleasure and these thrilling tremors, Hwan had no right to refuse. Nor any reason to.
Her hands cupped his cheeks. Wearing a seductive smile heavy with emotion, she gently pressed her lips to his. Aah! The soft kiss heated his body once more. His cock, still buried inside her, twitched and throbbed in response. Its vigor had not yet faded. Perhaps he did not want it to end like this. Or perhaps she had not yet had her fill. She might wish to drain just a little more of his yang energy.