How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 75
Leticia didn’t resist and softly wrapped her hand around his member, just as Vallon had instructed. He began to move his hips slightly, clearly enjoying the sensation.
“Yeah, just like that,” he murmured.
The swollen tip of his erxctixn slid in and out between her cupped palms, over and over. The commanding tone he usually spoke with had softened considerably.
Perhaps he liked how she was complying without protest.
“Spit on it.”
Leticia, following his direction, spat into her palm and rubbed the moisture along the s***t and tip before gripping it again. Soon, the once-quiet room was filled with the wet sound of her hands moving over him.
When her saliva began to dry, the liquid from the tip of his p***s trickled down her palm, making her hand slick again.
“Ah… I’m about to cxm.”
Leticia wasn’t thrilled, but she had done this many times before with Vallon, so it wasn’t new anymore. At first, touching his member had been disgusting and unbearable, but humans, as they say, adapt. Over time, she had become used to these perverse acts, to the point where she could go through the motions without much resistance.
All she hoped for now was that he would climax in her hand and be done with it, so she worked her hand diligently.
With a few more slapping sounds, Vallon finally e********d into her hand. After he was done, he turned Leticia around to face him, making her sit on his thighs.
Leticia wiped the s***n from her hands onto Vallon’s clothes, her expression carefully neutral. She didn’t enjoy it, but she tried her best to hide her distaste.
For once, Vallon’s usual cold red eyes seemed slightly unfocused. He stared at Leticia without saying anything, but she knew what he wanted—she didn’t have to ask. He wanted her to initiate.
“Should… we kiss?” Leticia asked.
Vallon closed his eyes, silently telling her to proceed. Leticia wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.
She knew she had to do it right. Even if she wanted to rush through it, showing any signs of reluctance would only prolong the ordeal. She had learned that the hard way, recalling the times when Vallon had spent an entire day sucking on her lips.
‘Just think of Kyle. Remember what it was like to kiss Kyle.’
She kissed him gently, first on the lower lip, then the upper, until both their lips were wet with each other’s saliva. Kyle always began by softly licking her lips, as if greeting her with a kiss.
‘These are Kyle’s lips…’
But she couldn’t go further. Leticia couldn’t bring herself to put her tongue in Vallon’s mouth, so she kept her kisses at the surface, licking and sucking only his lips.
Vallon, for his part, remained passive, his arms loosely wrapped around her waist, letting her take the lead.
“Leticia, you need to use your tongue too.”
“Mm….”
This guy was as sharp as ever.
Even when Leticia slid her tongue into his mouth, Vallon remained passive, as if testing her. Leticia gingerly sucked on his tongue, wrapping her own around it and carefully pulling back.
“Ha….”
As much as she hated it, Leticia could feel her body heating up as the kiss deepened. She was so focused on the kiss that, for a moment, she forgot that the man in front of her was Vallon. She even found herself enjoying the sensation of his hardened member pressing against her through her thin underwear.
‘Have I lost my mind? How can I feel anything in a situation like this? Am I really such a depraved person?’
She tried to reassure herself.
‘No, I’m only wet because I’m pretending it’s Kyle.’
To be fair, Vallon’s lips were well-suited for kissing—plump and moist enough to make the experience less unpleasant. And he always smelled of a pleasant, clean soap.
For someone so dangerous, his appearance was flawless. In fact, it made him all the more terrifying. She almost preferred his old, gloomy look; at least that had made him easier to reject.
Leticia forced herself to imagine kissing Kyle and focused hard on that.
“Ah, Kyle…”
But she must have been too immersed in her imagination because Kyle’s name slipped out of her mouth.
“Ah!”
Everything stopped.
Leticia’s lips, still connected to Vallon’s, trembled. She knew immediately that something had gone horribly wrong. Vallon’s complete stillness was far more terrifying than any outburst because she had no idea what he would do next.
Should she apologize? Or pretend nothing had happened? Maybe he hadn’t heard—it had been quiet, and she hadn’t enunciated the name clearly.
Her mind blanked, her heart pounding so loudly it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Each second felt like an eternity.
Thump, thump, thump.
“Why did you stop?”
Vallon suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back.
Had he not heard it?
Thank goodness.
