The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 77
“…It’s not like I’m holding a weapon to you, but that reaction is a bit much.”
Yet, it was nothing short of a weapon. Even Johanna, who had been completely overtaken by the heat and driven purely by instinct, felt a sharp jolt of clarity, a visceral sense of threat.
Leonid climbed back over her, spreading her legs and placing them over his thighs, then pressed his imposing e******n against her flat stomach.
Was he planning to enter her right away? She stiffened in fear, but before she could brace herself, his hand moved from stroking himself to touch her down there.
“Ngh…!”
“See that? Just a little touch and you’re already feeling it.”
Was he going to comment again about how sensitive she was? She almost glared at him, but any thought vanished as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, wiping her mind clean.
“Ha… ahh… ngh!”
His hand moved skillfully, finding her hidden c**t and pressing down with the tip of his middle finger, his wrist twisting slightly. The unfamiliar sensation made her gasp, clutching the sheets tightly.
“Ngh… ah… ah…!”
“You’re already so wet…”
“Ah…!”
His hand, which had been rubbing her c**t rapidly, briefly pulled away before pressing down again, causing her hips to jerk instinctively. A wave of intense pleasure rippled through her body, from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes, leaving her trembling all over. Johanna panted heavily, biting down hard on her lip.
His hand slid down smoothly, spreading her labia like scissors, and delved into the curved valley between. His fingertips hovered over the entrance to a place that had never been touched by another.
Leonid briefly withdrew his hand, then showed her his fingers, glistening with her arousal.
“See?”
“… “
Johanna didn’t respond, squeezing her eyes shut as if to block him out. In response, he forcefully pried her lips open and thrust his fingers into her mouth. The salty taste spread across her tongue.
“Mmph…!”
His fingers probed her resisting mouth, pressing against her tongue repeatedly, before suddenly pulling out. She barely had time to cough before he crushed his lips against hers without warning.
“Mm…!”
The kiss was intense, almost desperate. His tongue invaded her mouth, twisting messily against hers. He swallowed every breath she tried to take, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the raw, physical reaction.
“Now… stick out your tongue.”
Johanna obediently did as he commanded. Her head was spinning from the overwhelming sensations crashing over her. With a weary expression, she stuck out her tongue, and his quickly darted out to lick hers. He captured her tongue with his lips and sucked it gently.
Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, a strange glint flickered in his eyes.
He straightened up and moved forward on his knees, bringing his lower body close to her head. As the swollen, veined organ bobbed right in front of her face, Johanna froze in shock.
“Will you lick it for me?”
“…”
Even in her dazed state, overtaken by the heat, she knew what she didn’t want. Licking that… thing? It was an unbelievable demand.
“Don’t want to?”
Instead of answering, she simply nodded, and his gaze grew displeased. Johanna awkwardly averted her eyes, pressing her lips together tightly. But then, the words he uttered made her eyes widen in disbelief.
“I’ll lick you down there.”
“…!”
“If you don’t do it for me, that’s hardly fair, is it?”
What on earth is he saying…? Johanna’s eyes widened with astonishment.
“Go on.”
The thick tip of his member nudged against her lips. She could distinctly sense the strong scent of his Alpha pheromones. Even in this obscene act, his pheromones bore a romantic, wintry fragrance. Johanna subtly turned her head to the side and murmured softly.
“…Is this really necessary…? Can’t we just skip it?”
“…Oh, is that so?”
In an instant, his face cooled, the warmth vanishing to reveal a cold demeanor.
“As long as you get pregnant, there’s no need for foreplay, huh?”
…That wasn’t wrong. Their relationship was, in fact, based on a contract for the sake of pregnancy, and foreplay was unnecessary. Johanna found herself at a loss for words. She could only quietly avoid his gaze.
“Just put it in, move, and release.”
“…”
“Is that all you want? For me to do it mechanically, without care if it hurts you or not?”
Johanna didn’t want to be hurt either. But… wasn’t it inevitable? This wasn’t an act of love. If there was a purpose, and pain was part of achieving that purpose, she had to endure it.
