Can Someone (Anyone!) Please Turn Off the Auto-Skill Setting?! - Chapter 71
“You’ve ruined me to the point that I won’t be able to enjoy normal s-x anymore.”
Nancy grumbled at the man who, despite finishing inside her several times, continued relentlessly. He had been holding her hips, lifting her a*s as she lay face down, but now he paused.
As he released her hips, her weakened legs slid to the ground. Aaron pressed his chest to her back, laying on top of her.
“Who says things like that?” he murmured, biting her ear as he held her tightly against him.
His body, hot like a furnace, weighed her down as he moved his hips. The heat and his heavy breaths filled the tent with warmth. Nancy buried her face in the sleeping bag, trying to stifle her sobs.
Aaron, noticing, slipped his hand under her forehead, lifting her face.
“I want to keep hearing you cry.”
“No, stop… Not there—I’m going to… Ahn!”
“It’s fine. Go ahead. But make sure I can see your face.”
With her head tilted back, Nancy’s vision flickered as she trembled. Aaron brushed his hand over her quivering jaw, kissing her cheek repeatedly.
The mixture of his s***n and her fluids spilled out from between her legs, sliding down. Nancy trembled with small convulsions, unable to breathe properly. Her head dropped, limp. Even when Aaron touched her, she didn’t react, so he looked at her face.
“Nancy, did you pass out?”
Nancy hadn’t passed out. Or rather, she couldn’t. The Hero’s skill didn’t allow her to lose consciousness, no matter how much she wanted to.
Damn hero skill.
No matter how much pleasure it gave her, Nancy could never truly like this power.
“Nancy.”
She hadn’t fainted, but she could pretend. Nancy went limp, acting as if she were a delicate woman who had lost consciousness during their intense session.
She thought she was doing a pretty convincing job, though her eyebrows and lips twitched slightly whenever he called her name. Still, she believed she was keeping up the act.
“You don’t pass out that easily.”
Aaron wasn’t fooled by her pathetic performance. He reached between her legs and rubbed her still-sensitive cl*t, now slick with their combined fluids. Her hips twitched involuntarily as he massaged her.
Nancy bit her lip, determined to keep pretending.
“I can see you scrunching your face, trying not to make a sound.”
Mocking her efforts, Aaron rubbed her cl*t with his fingers. When she didn’t give in, he pressed harder, moving his fingers up and down rapidly. Unable to hold back anymore, Nancy curled her body like a shrimp, letting out a loud moan.
“Stop, Aaron, stop…!”
“You like finishing more than holding back, don’t you? Or should I stop here?”
Before the question was even out of his mouth, Aaron halted his movements. He withdrew his hand entirely, moving it to her stomach instead.
On the verge of release, Nancy grabbed his hand and placed it back between her legs.
“Once you start, you need to finish.”
“I will, but answer one thing for me. When we get back to Verus…”
“Do it first, talk later.”
Unable to wait, Nancy guided his fingers, moving them herself. Aaron, who had wanted her to answer his question, let out a breathless laugh as he watched her take control.
“You called me a freak for rubbing my c*ck with your feet, but you’re just as much of a pervert.”
“Hah… Ahn… Oh…”
“Are you even listening? Hmm?”
Aaron felt himself getting hard again. Since he hadn’t pulled out, Nancy could feel him stiffening inside her as well. She glanced at him with half-lidded eyes and swallowed.
Aaron, just by looking at her expression, knew exactly what she wanted.
“You know you’re more aggressive than I am once things get going, right?”
She liked to pretend she wasn’t a pervert or addicted to s-x, but to Aaron, she was even worse than him.
Well, that was fine. It was cute. After all, he’d learned to show mercy to demons—he could certainly be gentle with the woman who was panting and begging for him.
