Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 103
Regardless of how much I squirmed and protested under his touch, Claude continued his absurd chatter.
He marveled at how my flesh was so warm and moist, so chewy like a marshmallow that he couldn’t stop touching, wondering why there wasn’t a single spot he felt like leaving untouched.
“Shut, shut your mouth….”
I wished silently for him to stop talking…
As my lips parted in a plea, his tongue, seemingly misunderstanding, invaded. The rest of my words were swallowed, which was perhaps for the best.
He teased and suckled gently before diving deeper.
Our tongues intertwined for a while, soft and sweetly, yet with an unavoidable hint of urgency, hot and sticky.
As our heated breath and moans became indistinguishable, he suddenly broke the kiss.
Unknowingly, I must’ve followed his withdrawal, but he was quicker, burying his face beneath my ear.
He inhaled sharply, sucking on the tender skin, and I collapsed back, gasping.
His lips traveled from under my ear, down my neck, along my collarbone, pausing only when they reached the chest he’d been fondling.
Looking down at the modest peak of flesh he’d caught, his heated gaze made me feel strangely embarrassed.
“…But they’re small.”
I crinkled my nose and said that shyly. It’s not that I didn’t know my bust wasn’t particularly large. And in his grasp, they even seemed even smaller.
Claude pondered for a moment before replying,
“They’re cute.”
…So, he doesn’t deny it.
That made me giggle a bit until…
“Ah, ah….”
I was engulfed by a sensation that made my spine arch.
As I curled up and quivered, the corners of his lips curled up, satisfied with the reaction.
Now his hands resumed their exploration, slowly stroking my waist, then grasping my soft calves, caressing my thighs, and then suddenly, venturing further in.
“Just, just a moment…!”
My thighs instinctively closed, but Claude easily wedged his knee between them, parting them wide. His fingers soon reached the sensitive and delicate flesh.
And then…
“….”
It happened. A startled pause from the hand that touched me.
…I wanted to die of embarrassment.
I shut my eyes tight and covered my flushed face with my arms, dreading how much he’d tease me now that he’d caught me.
But then, Claude, who’d been silent, suddenly sat up.
Peeking through my arms, I saw his face crumpled as if he’d been greatly shocked.
At this point, I reflexively felt anxious.
“Wh, why….”
“…It’s too tight inside.”
He muttered and firmly grasped my hips.
In a flash, he lifted me.
What? And then…
“…Ah! No, I don’t like this!”
I kicked and thrashed in panic.
“You’re crazy!”
Just before my foot could land a blow, he caught my ankle and looked almost offended.
“I need to see and check properly, so that you don’t get hurt.”
“No! It’s gross! I hate it so much! Just you try it!”
As I growled with a ferocity that suggested I might really bite back, Claude’s expression became downcast. He looked genuinely clueless about what he had done wrong—even as he was about to commit such a shameless act.
Grinding my teeth in frustration, I turned away.
“I’d rather not do it at all!”
Let me go!
As I flailed, trying to free my ankle, I was instead pulled closer, and my body was flipped over once more.
Claude, holding down my thrashing limbs with casual force, looked down with one eyebrow quirkily raised.
“…I get it.”
“I said I don’t want to… Ah…!”
“You’re really too delicate, so fearful and prone to fussing…”
Suddenly, his body was upon me, and I shivered at the proximity.
He buried his face in my neck, breathing suppressed, nibbling on my flesh. I panicked and flailed more, holding my breath as his hand found its way again to the sensitive flesh between my legs.
“…Do you have any idea just how much I’m holding back?”
He muttered as if amazed, yet he carefully circled his fingertips, stimulating me in such a way that I could do nothing but shake and moan…
“Uh…”
Suddenly, my head turned away as I let out a moan.
Which he promptly swallowed.
***
“…Do you think you can continue?”
He whispered, asking gently.
When I weakly shook my head, tears that had pooled at the corners of my eyes fell.
He swept a lock of my hair behind my ear and licked the wet path on my face as if he found my state pitiable.
But now I know. The act of brushing hair behind the ear is merely so that he wouldn’t miss any of my minute reactions.
His intense red eyes observed me relentlessly, waiting for the right moment. Therefore, his fingers, expanding below, were without mercy.
