Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 106
As he filled and stretched me, filling up my inner walls so completely on his way out and then back in, I was overwhelmed.
It was too painful, too foreign… yet amidst the crushing pressure…
A faint warmth began to bloom inside.
I wanted to grab onto something, but I couldn’t let go of my hands shielding my face. I could only gasp, pressing the back of my head into the bed.
“Haa, Rose… show me your face.”
“…….”
“Don’t want to?”
“…….”
“Why not?”
“…….”
“How can I make you show it?”
“…….”
I couldn’t respond, just grinding my teeth and groaning. Even as his pace quickened, he seemed genuinely regretful as he prattled on shamelessly.
“It’s frustrating… I don’t want to miss a single expression you make.”
He murmured, seemingly sincere.
“Ah, ahh, uhnn….”
“What?”
“I, I said, here— come here— nngh….”
I cried and whined, unsure what to do. I felt like I was going to die.
Claude chuckled.
“Alright, then.”
Why was he agreeing so easily? That wasn’t like Claude at all.
Sure enough, Claude lowered his body close to my ear and murmured something.
The piston motion was too quick and overwhelming for me to understand his words.
Then suddenly, a few words registered, and I became conscious of what he was saying.
My goodness.
It was lewdness personified.
In the kindest of voices, he described exactly what he was feeling as he was inside me, with terms so explicit and vile!
“Aahh— Stop! Don’t say things like that!”
Naturally, I struggled and resisted. But what’s the point of trying to escape when I’m fully pinned down and connected to him?
I twisted my head, trying to evade him, but his lips quickly followed. No matter how much I shuddered, his determination to tease me was unyielding.
“Huht, y-you must be crazy!”
“Rose, we agreed to be honest with each other.”
His justification for sharing his ‘honest’ feelings was shamelessly blatant, even as he continued to pour out obscenities that were beyond my innocent comprehension.
Amidst the turmoil of being overwhelmed from below, his hands claimed my body as if it were his property, kneading relentlessly.
My face flushed with humiliation and then drained white in horror. I was beside myself with indignation and helplessness.
Finally, I sat up defiantly.
Then, I took my hands, which had been covering my face, and clamped his ceaseless mouth shut.
“Please! Just shut up…!”
But I couldn’t finish. He swiftly caught my wrists in anticipation.
“?”
His lips brushed against my captive palms, curling into a satisfied smirk.
〈Got you.〉
It’s like an echo of something he said before.
Just like then, my heart plummeted.
…He planned this.
…This dog…
Our faces were a stark contrast. Claude, having cunningly maneuvered me into his scheme, was visibly pleased.
And me… I was reeling from the shock and betrayal, feeling…
“AANGH…!”
A sound I couldn’t believe came from me erupted.
Half-seated, half-lying, the movement became more intense and merciless. The thrusts were fast and deep, as if he’d been holding back until now.
My breaths were ragged, and even as I bit my lips and clenched my teeth to endure, it was overwhelming.
All the while, Claude watched my every expression with voracious intensity.
I wasn’t in my right mind. The pain and discomfort were still there, but amid all the overbearing sensations and my complete vulnerability, there was a part of me that wanted this connection, however overwhelming it was.
My last defense was to shut my eyes tight and bit my lips shut, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing my moans.
Then, without stopping his movements, Claude grabbed both my wrists with one hand and forced my jaw open with the other.
“You’ll get hurt.”
“Nnngh!”
I resisted instinctively but was no match for his strength.
He forced his fingers between my clenched teeth.
And there I was, exposed and defenseless, trying not to cry out.
