Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Witch of Fate’s Great Call - Chapter 15
His commanding tone struck at her pride.
“You’d better hurry up and finish, too.”
As Kalynia glared, the man positioning himself between her legs bluntly spoke. His tone was cold, with no trace of affection or care.
Kalynia bit down hard on her lower lip. She had accepted this for her survival, but it still felt humiliating.
Just one night. If only she could endure just this one night.
“Are you going to resist like this every night?”
It seemed he planned to continue this every night until she conceived. A sigh escaped Kalynia at her own plight.
He was right, after all. Finishing quickly was better for her too. Resigned, Kalynia spread her legs. As she parted her legs, she felt her inner folds begin to open.
The embarrassment made her feel uncomfortable. The fact that there was only one candle, dimly lighting the room, was her only small comfort.
She thought she had spread her legs wide enough, but Vylon seemed unsatisfied.
If she didn’t spread them further, he couldn’t clearly see where he needed to go. Eventually, he grabbed her thigh to spread her legs wider.
“Ah—”
He must have grabbed her too hard because Kalynia let out a small sound. Vylon quickly let go, surprised not only by her pain but also by the softness of the flesh he had just touched.
Her skin was extremely soft. Despite knowing this already, the delicate feel of her inner thigh still took him by surprise.
Vylon clenched his hand into a fist and swallowed, feeling strangely uneasy as blood surged both to his head and… elsewhere…
“What are you staring at?”
“Don’t rush me, Witch.”
Vylon warned her with his eyes and grabbed hold of himself, pressing the tip against her, trying to find the right place. He quickly found a likely spot, though it seemed a bit small.
It seemed too tight to enter easily. But he’d heard that the inner walls would stretch and adjust, so it should be fine.
Vylon tried to enter her.
As expected, it was too tight, and he barely managed to get the tip in before—
Kalynia screamed.
“Wait, you’re going too fast! Don’t try to push it in all at once. I told you it’s my first time! Are you trying to tear me apart?!”
First she told him to hurry, now she wanted him to slow down. He didn’t understand what she wanted.
Vylon clicked his tongue and looked at Kalynia, who was now scolding him. He had planned to ignore her complaints and push forward, even if it hurt her.
But her face was so pale, her chin trembling, that even Vylon found it hard to continue. She looked genuinely frightened.
Vylon finally moved himself aside and, instead, inserted his index and middle fingers. It was annoying to go step by step, but he had no choice. Otherwise, he would feel as though he were forcing her.
“Don’t push it in right away!”
Kalynia screamed, cursing him for being insane. Her piercing scream felt like it was puncturing his eardrums.
Vylon frowned and instinctively turned his head.
“Quiet, Witch. It’s only two fingers.”
“What… huh?”
Upon hearing that it was just fingers, Kalynia froze mid-scream. Realizing her mistake, her face flushed red in embarrassment.
“Who puts in two at once? D-Do it one at a time!”
She stammered, trying to argue her point.
“I’m not inclined to be that gentle.”
Vylon sneered and continued exploring her with two fingers. She was tight. As he massaged inside her, a slight wetness began to emerge.
“It seems you’re just as eager to end this miserable situation.”
“……”
“Or are you saying you don’t want this, yet you’re enjoying it?”
Kalynia didn’t answer his teasing question. She bit her lip and turned her head, silently resisting.
Vylon found her silence preferable. With a relaxed mind, he pressed and rubbed deeper inside her.
The slickness from her arousal made it smooth instead of rough, which was strangely intoxicating.
“Hah…”
Despite her attempt to resist, the witch couldn’t stop a sound from escaping. As if ashamed of her reaction, she bit down on her lip even harder.
Vylon, mocking her, moved his fingers even more vigorously. The wet sounds increased, and Kalynia’s breaths grew ragged.
“If you feel like making lewd noises, go ahead. I won’t criticize you.”
Feigning generosity, he taunted her, and the witch, who had tightly closed her eyes, opened them to glare at him with tears forming in her eyes. For a brief moment, Vylon felt a chill.
She seemed unable to control her own body. Though her eyes glared at him with resentment, her hips twitched instinctively. She was feeling pleasure.
If he pressed further, if he focused on that spot where her hips jolted, she would reach her climax. Sensing this, Vylon moved his hand accordingly.
Her c******s, which he hadn’t noticed earlier, now stood out, pressing into his hand as if inviting him to touch it.
Though he disliked the slow process of inserting one finger at a time, he didn’t mind being generous enough to touch her. Vylon took his free hand and pressed down on her c******s, rubbing it.
