Saving My Childhood Friend Through... Questionable Means... - Chapter 28
Seria was confused—was this for her enjoyment or Lucas’s?
Unaware of her swirling thoughts, Lucas gripped her small waist firmly and thrust forward with intensity. His hardened member slid back into her thoroughly loosened entrance.
“Ah, ahh! This is…!”
“Hah… yeah?”
Letting out a satisfied groan, Lucas leaned over her back, wrapping her in his arms as he moved deeper inside. Seria twisted her hips, barely managing to respond as his slow, deliberate movements filled her completely.
“Is this really… ngh… all just for me to enjoy? Hah…!”
“Why not? You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” Lucas replied slyly, gripping her waist tighter as he began to move faster.
The wet, lewd sounds of their bodies colliding echoed through the room as his arousal plunged in and out of her. Her flushed body trembled with each thrust, his presence pressing deeply into her, making her gasp involuntarily.
It was undoubtedly the curse of the demonkin. The man who once showed no interest in women now seemed utterly consumed by her.
As Lucas lost himself in the act, Seria couldn’t shake the unsettling thought.
How could they possibly return to being friends after this?
Even when the curse was broken, could things ever go back to the way they were?
“Ahh, ahhh! Please, stop—hngh!”
Each deep thrust sent her teetering on the edge, her body unwillingly succumbing to the overwhelming sensations. Even as her vision blurred from the pleasure, a wave of melancholy crept into her chest.
Lucas was thoroughly enjoying himself. That much was clear. And while part of her was glad for it, another part felt bitter. This isn’t love—it’s just lust, she thought. The idea that he might be doing this purely for his own satisfaction gnawed at her.
‘Why am I feeling this way? It’s… ugh, it feels disgusting.’
As she thought internally, she fought off a wave of self-pity.
Lucas, oblivious to her inner turmoil, continued his relentless rhythm. His powerful frame encased her small body, holding her as though she might break. He panted like a beast, his movements growing increasingly fervent.
“Ah, ngh, please… stop…!”
Seria finally collapsed, her upper body sinking into the bed, her face buried in the pillow. Yet Lucas showed no signs of slowing down. His hips moved with precision, his hands squeezing her hips possessively as if to claim every inch of her.
“Ahh, ngh, it’s too much!”
“Are you struggling?” he asked, his voice low and breathy, but his pace never faltered.
Her soft cries filled the room as his unyielding movements drew high-pitched moans from her lips.
“Please… just… stop…!”
Despite her pleading, Lucas merely caressed her gently, his large hands running over her trembling body. Then, without hesitation, he drove into her harder, his hips snapping forward like an untamed animal.
Her body, now accustomed to the relentless rhythm, squeezed him tightly, almost as if inviting him deeper. His throbbing head hit a sensitive spot inside her repeatedly, and Seria’s mind went blank as pleasure overwhelmed her.
“Ahh, ngh… I can’t…!”
Her vision swirled as sparks of pleasure spread through her body, starting from her core and radiating outward. Her climax hit her like a wave, leaving her trembling and breathless.
“Ahh, ah… ngh!”
“I’m close too… haah… I’ll finish now,” Lucas murmured, his voice strained.
Feeling her climax ripple around him, Lucas quickened his movements, chasing his release. His powerful hips rocked against her one last time as he buried himself to the hilt, letting out a deep groan.
His release flooded her, warm and heavy, as his body shuddered with the force of his climax.
“Ahh, ngh…”
Even as the waves of ecstasy subsided, Lucas remained inside her, his breath ragged. Each small movement caused the sticky remnants of their union to spill out, trickling down her thighs.
Seria lay motionless, utterly spent, her body heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Lucas, noticing her exhaustion, rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Did I… overdo it?” he mumbled to himself.
The marks of the demon’s curse on his arm had almost faded, but Lucas found himself giving in to his desires more with each passing day. He had promised himself to take it easy this time, but once again, he had lost control.
As he glanced down at Seria’s limp body, sprawled out beneath him, he couldn’t ignore the sight of the milky liquid dripping down her legs. Despite his best efforts, his arousal stirred once more.
