No Such Thing as a Chaste Man! Just Give It Ten Tries! - Chapter 35
There was no room for Seo-ah to respond. She had to focus on steadying her breath, adjusting to the overwhelming presence that stretched deep into her, reaching up to her navel. Her lips parted slightly, and she took slow, deliberate breaths as she tried to adapt to the strain in her pelvis.
Just as her breathing began to calm, a teardrop, clear as a jewel, slipped from Ephelinus’s trembling lashes and trailed down his cheek. The moment the tension in her core eased slightly, the sensation of him swelling inside made Seo-ah’s breath hitch.
Without warning, he pulled his hips back, leaving only the swollen tip inside, before plunging deep once again with a powerful thrust.
His silver hair rippled with the movement.
“AHH—!”
“I’m sorry, Seo-ah…”
The impact felt as if he had struck her very core. Her throat tightened involuntarily, and she let out a strangled sound, her face contorting from the pressure. Seeing her discomfort, tears welled up again in Ephelinus’s eyes, glistening against his flushed face.
Even as guilt filled his expression, he didn’t stop. Thrust after thrust, he pulled back and drove into her again, splitting her insides apart with each motion.
Unlike the initial entry, there was no hesitation now. The path he had carved open was now greedily accommodating his girth, no matter how overwhelming it felt.
“Aah! Hng! Ahh—!”
“I’m sorry… truly sorry… But it’s… so, so incredible that I… I can’t stop…”
Each time he withdrew and thrust back in, Seo-ah’s walls clenched involuntarily around him.
The way her body gripped him seemed almost desperate to keep him in, only for him to re-enter with the same intensity, pressing against every fold and ridge of her inner walls.
The repeated cycle of release and intrusion reshaped her insides, making them conform tightly around him.
The sensation of needing him, craving him, yearning for him, and welcoming him over and over again created a symphony of overwhelming emotions within her.
Each pulse, each sensation, rendered Ephelinus incapable of halting his movements.
“Aah! Nngh! Haa—!”
Seo-ah’s body trembled violently under the relentless rhythm of his hips. Her brxxsts bounced with each motion, and her legs, which instinctively parted to accommodate him, quivered helplessly.
Moans spilled from her lips, while the tightness in her throat made her head twist side to side in search of relief.
Every part of her body, except for where he was deeply buried, seemed out of her control.
Seo-ah couldn’t remember ever feeling so powerless since arriving in Genève. But… there was nothing about this she resented.
The way he desperately murmured her name like a plea, the sound of his voice rough with emotion, the sharpness in his blue eyes—now clouded with desire.
The way his usually composed and radiant face twisted from the pleasure their union brought.
The way his every movement radiated the fervor to be closer to her.
Everything captivated her.
These were the things Seo-ah had long dreamed of.
Her fantasies of intimacy between a man and woman were now vividly, physically realized.
The dull ache of her stretched opening seemed insignificant in comparison. Seo-ah had always adapted quickly to physical challenges, and this would be no exception.
As she surrendered herself to his thrusts, enduring the rough friction of his hardness against her slightly dry inner walls…
“Hnngh—ahh…!”
At some point, her body began to adjust to the intruder, and the friction started to generate a dampness. His thick tip stretched her with each slow thrust, smoothing the way as it dragged along her walls, pressing firmly and retracting with deliberate precision.
The repeated sensation reignited the remnants of her earlier climax, drawing out beads of moisture that seeped from her core.
Fwop— Thwop—
With each powerful thrust, the added lubrication allowed him to bury himself even deeper, causing her walls to convulse and tighten reflexively. Soon, soft, nasal moans began to slip into Seo-ah’s voice. The burning sensation in her lower body transformed into something far more fluid and alive, sparked not only by friction but by something deeper and more primal.
“Ahh! Hngh—ohh! Haa…”
The deep, weighted impact of him striking her insides again and again sent muffled cries spilling from her lips.
“You’re in pain because of me…”
Had he misunderstood her sounds? Ephelinus slowly lifted his upper body, revealing tear-filled eyes once again.
His watery blue gaze roamed over her, lingering on her flushed face, the tears streaming from her eyes, the faint creases in her brow from enduring the pressure, and her slightly parted lips, incapable of holding back the sounds of her strained cries.
His eyes trailed lower, to her chest, marked with his earlier touches, her bouncing brxxsts swollen and flushed. The nxxples and areolas he had teased were now puffy and glistening from his saliva.
Then, his gaze settled on where they were joined—where her stretched entrance struggled to hold him.
As his hand caressed her waist and moved down to her thighs, he gripped them firmly, pressing them wider apart. With each forceful thrust—slap, slap, slap—he drove even harder, eliciting sharper cries from Seo-ah.
