Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 232
“I… I’m thirsty, I need to drink some water…”
I begged, almost pleading. I was genuinely thirsty, but more than anything, I wanted to rest, even if just for the short time it would take him to get water.
But suddenly, something slipped between my lips…
“……?”
As I instinctively sucked, cool and refreshing water flowed into my parched mouth and throat.
Claude had stuck a straw into a cup of ice water and brought it to my lips.
…Why is something like this prepared when I just woke up?
I was bewildered.
Anyway, after giving me the water I wanted, any hint of guilt was effortlessly brushed aside as Claude resumed moving, resting my thighs on his arms.
Ahh, uhng, mmph…
My mouth hung open, releasing groans as drool trickled out. My weakened body, limp and pliable, began to shake again under his movements, as if he was savoring a feast prepared just for him.
…A feast?
“I’m hungry, hungry… I need to eat something…”
Please…
Thinking back, I realized I met him just yesterday afternoon. Even if I skipped dinner in the excitement of our reunion, it was now morning after a night of relentless torment.
Given that Claude would never tolerate leaving me in a state of hunger, insisting on three meals a day and two snacks, I thought this time he might relent.
But suddenly, his fingers pushed into my mouth…
Chomp!
“?”
As I instinctively bit down, a burst of sweet juice filled my mouth. He had fed me a green grape.
“What…?”
I was so dumbfounded I could hardly speak. It became blatantly clear that he had anticipated my various excuses to break the flow of this ongoing act went on too long, and had prepared water and snacks.
I knew he was smart, but to be this meticulous about such trivial matters…?
The shock didn’t last long. As he started moving again, I had no choice but to be helplessly shaken once more.
* * *
My exhausted body couldn’t resist anymore; I just collapsed as he pounded into me. I barely managed to keep my knees up, burying my face into the pillow and groaning. His strong arm wrapped around my waist.
With a swift pull, my body, which was lying down, was lifted up. His member, already inside, pushed deeper, making me let out a groan as I exhaled the breath I had been holding. He too exhaled hot breaths against my nape.
“I’m tired… I’m really tired…”
Claude is an S-Class Esper. The more contact he has with me, his Guide, the more charged he gets instead of tiring out.
In other words, I could never match his stamina. My initial determination to endure since I had provoked him now seemed like pure folly. Eventually, I surrendered completely…
“Then you just rest. I’ll take care of everything.”
“…”
Having just e********d inside me once more, he tried to position me for another round.
Is he serious? It was impossible to reason with him.
“It hurts… it really hurts…”
I muttered whatever came to mind, abandoning any hope that he would actually listen.
But then, for the first time, Claude, who had always ignored my excuses, suddenly stopped.
“…It hurts?”
He raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Oh, he’s listening? I looked up, feeling a spark of hope, and nodded vigorously.
“Yes, yes… it hurts, it hurts…”
“Where? Here?”
His indifferent hand brushed over my n****e. I shuddered.
Indeed, the tips were red and sore, probably from all the sucking while I slept.
“Yes, yes, that hurts too…”
“This hurts, and where else?”
“And… down there too…”
I spoke in a barely audible voice, feeling my face flush with heat.
But I had to speak up. If I only said my n*****s hurt, he might think everywhere else was fine and continue…
Claude’s expression grew even more serious.
“Down there? Here?”
His hand, which had been caressing my chest, moved downwards.
“You need to be specific. Outside, or inside?”
I had no defense against his serious question as he gently rubbed near the place where we were joined. I covered my flushed face with both hands, trying to ignore him.
Then, this crazy man…
“Ah! What are you doing…!”
I kicked him randomly. He had lifted my hips to peer inside, a shameless act!
Claude easily caught my ankle, scoffing. He knew full well I was making excuses, yet he pretended to be fooled.
This perv!
T/N: guys….. i checked over and over again between the r15 and r19 version….. this really is the r19 version, the details of their reunion night were actually skipped ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა jakga-nimmmm why must you deprive ussss
