Knock Knock– It's Me, The Runaway Female Lead - Chapter 1
Prologue
Creak, creak.
In the stillness of deep night, the old bed in the maid’s quarters, unable to withstand the weight of two people, lets out a strained scream.
“Ah, my clothes, mmgh…”
Of the two people, one of them—me, the one pinned underneath—groans, stuck between the man’s massive body and the bed.
The only one in this room not crying is the irritating man who occupies the topmost floor of this strange three-story tower.
“Haah, Ayla….”
As the man, instead of crying, exhales a heated sigh and slickly licks along my earlobe, my already hazy mind feels like it’s drifting even further.
Without mercy, the part below—pierced open by him—twitches and writhes of its own accord, tightening and clenching around the man’s member.
“Huuuh, out, sleep, ah, w-wait, ngh…!”
We were now rushing headlong toward climax.
***
Half an hour earlier, the brazen intruder who barged in as if the late hour meant nothing to him, rudely stirred me from slumber as he pleased, fondling my body however he liked.
Even in the haze of sleep, the man’s touch felt sweet. Just a few strokes below with his thick, long fingers, and the clueless hole was soaking wet and loosened.
To the pleasure he offered, this body, already fully trained, so easily went into heat that it accepted without resistance even the man’s act of suddenly flipping me over and beginning to thrust. I swallowed down his large member with no difficulty.
Still not fully awake, I merely surrendered my body to the pleasure being given. Because of the lingering sleepiness, my skin, warmed to a gentle heat, fervently welcomed the man’s cool, firm body.
“Huhuh… agh, ah, ugh…”
Even the cold, fishy scent clinging to him, the large frame that completely covered my back, and the relentless thrusting that snapped my foggy mind awake—every bit of it felt terribly good.
Let me say it again. Terribly good.
It was a sensation like a double-edged sword.
The warmth that had been spreading pleasantly suddenly flared like a wildfire and began to scorch my body, and even in my daze, a fleeting thought crossed my mind—‘Ah, this is a bit…’
“Ugh, hngh, Young Master, hnnh, my clothes, mmngh, a little slower…”
Despite my pleading, the speed of the pounding didn’t slow at all. On the contrary, because of the man, who seemed to slam his hips even harder, I rubbed my face against the pillow and gripped the innocent blanket tight. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed loudly.
The man soon restrained even that reaction of mine. As if jealous of the blanket, he pinned both of my wrists with one hand, grabbed my chin with the other, turned my face, and devoured my lips. The twisted posture, the blockage both above and below… It all made my head feel like it was going crazy.
As the peak surged stronger and stronger, my hips lifted involuntarily. Every time the thick rod, like an iron stake, mercilessly rubbed and scraped my soft inner walls, the swollen red entrance spasmed and gushed out sticky fluid.
Whether or not he realized how close I was to collapse, the man’s relentless drilling of my inner walls left me gasping for breath.
The room was filled with loud, wet slaps of skin on skin and squelching noises.
Sight, sound, smell, and touch… all the senses my body could perceive were rapidly escalating toward a single point.
“Haaht, ah, no… Young… Master, mmgh, it’s… weird, ngh, it feels strange, ahh…!”
Perhaps sensing the unusual tremors starting deep within, the man released the restraint and interlocked his large fingers with mine. It seemed he was about to thrust even harder as he buried his member inside me.
Climaxing while wrapped entirely in the frame of a man easily twice my size felt oddly similar to being seized by the nape and devoured by a beast.
“Aauuugh, ah, huh, ah, aah!”
The moment he gripped my hands tightly and drove his c**k deep inside me like a final blow, my insides, molten like hot butter, suddenly contracted all at once. A lightning-like sensation ripped through my entire body. The gushing fluids, like spring water bursting forth, streamed out from the tightly locked point of union.
My vision blurred as my eyes lost focus. My limbs convulsed on their own as if electrocuted. Along with the peak pleasure that felt like my brain was melting, the moist inner flesh squeezed the man’s member in erratic pulses.
“Keugh…!”
Not long after, the man also reached his climax with a few more strong thrusts. Even after unloading every last drop inside me, he lingered there for a while, rubbing his hips and savoring the aftermath, as if regretting that the climax had passed.
Of course, I knew very well… that this would not end as mere aftermath.
The shameless hip movements that didn’t stop, pretending to be gentle, were merely a prelude to the second round about to begin.
