Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 231
“Hey!”
Without warning, I lifted his shirt and immediately shoved my head underneath.
Claude, caught off guard, panicked and tried to stop me.
But I clung to his body tightly, burrowing in determinedly until I finally succeeded in popping my head out through the neckline of his shirt.
Grinning, I raised my head and began planting kisses on his chin.
Claude tilted his head back, inhaling sharply. He let out a groan and even closed his eyes tightly.
…Seriously, reacting this much? I found it a bit absurd.
“Rose, I know you don’t understand my situation at all… but you’re really cute and it’s dangerous, so please stop…”
“I like you.”
The hands trying to forcibly pull me away froze at my words.
“I know you know without me saying it. But while we were apart, I realized all over again how much I like you. I regretted not showing it more while you were here.”
“……”
“I’m so happy you’re back, but I’m also anxious. It feels like a dream. I worry that if I close my eyes even for a moment, you’ll disappear. Seeing you doesn’t make it real, hearing you doesn’t make it real. No matter how much I touch you, it still feels like it’s not enough.”
He looked down at me in disbelief. It was the first time I’d expressed my feelings so openly.
I felt a bit embarrassed, but I couldn’t take back my words. Nor did I want to.
I squirmed and climbed further up his body. We were now so close that our noses touched, but unlike before, he met me head-on this time.
Gazing into his eyes, I whispered softly.
“So… stop holding back.”
We barely have enough time to express our feelings for each other…
Hearing my added words, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Feeling his urgent embrace, I closed my eyes.
* * *
From that day on, I learned a new lesson. When Claude tries to stop me, I shouldn’t push it.
It was obvious from the start. People who are starved tend to pounce on food when it’s in front of them. Just like how, after devouring everything in sight, one often finds they’ve overeaten to an unimaginable degree.
But as always, I’m a fool who only learns by experiencing it firsthand.
“……What are you doing?”
I woke up as if from a coma, feeling strangely ticklish and warm.
My eyes, swollen from crying so much, wouldn’t open easily. Speaking with a cracked voice, I rubbed my eyes with my hands…
Claude was lying on top of me, greedily sucking on my br–sts.
“Oh, you’re awake.”
“……”
“……Good timing.”
As if it was the perfect timing, he straightened up. Then he positioned himself between my legs, grabbed my thighs, spread them apart, and pulled me close.
His already fully e***t member brushed against my lower area, which had been stretched and softened overnight.
I was just staring at him in a daze until then, still half-asleep and not fully comprehending the situation.
However, as he started to slowly push inside from the entrance, the stiffness in my waist and pelvis, the soreness inside, all brought me back to my senses.
“Are you… trying to do it again…?”
I asked in disbelief, and he sneered.
“You told me to stop holding back, remember?”
“……”
“You said no matter how much we touch, it’s never enough.”
Claude laughed mockingly at his own words.
Gritting my teeth and groaning was useless.
He kept teasing me relentlessly, taking every word I said throughout the night as a pretext. Initially, I enjoyed it immensely.
But in my understanding, s-x wasn’t something that went non-stop from evening until the next morning without a break.
How desperate must I have been to say such things to Claude at that moment. Given how much he loved to tease me whenever he had the chance, I must have completely forgotten about it, overwhelmed with affection from not seeing him for so long.
So, even if I was frustrated, it was my fault, an inevitable consequence.
Thus, while I groaned and tossed on the bed, Claude eventually pushed all the way inside me.
