The Guide’s Trampled Purity - Chapter 2
However, this position…
I’ve never done this before…
Rayliel’s hesitation was overpowered by the man’s grip. His hands forcefully spread her thighs apart, leaving no room for resistance, and Rayliel stared at her exposed private parts reflected in the mirror.
“If you even think about closing them even a little…”
The man whispered into her ear.
“That won’t be any fun.”
“…….”
“In more ways than one.”
The man’s hand traced over Rayliel’s clxxxris, persistently and slowly.
“…Nngh.”
As his touch continued without pause, the tight entrance began to part, releasing a clear liquid that dribbled down. His finger, wet with the liquid, slid toward the entrance, eventually penetrating her warm interior, as if it belonged there all along.
“Quite…”
The man’s low voice resonated in her ear.
“You’ve got quite the expression that’s making me want to pound you relentlessly.”
“Ah, ah…..!”
The man’s vulgar words no longer registered in her ears.
Her clxxxris, now slightly hardened, and her entrance, which had already taken in several of his fingers, caused her thighs to tremble with convulsions.
As Rayliel, consumed by pleasure and ecstasy, collapsed into the man’s arms, she suddenly looked forward.
And met the man’s gaze in the mirror.
In that moment, she felt as though she finally understood. The emotion that had filled the man’s red eyes was not just lust and murderous intent…
But an insatiable madness that craved endless destruction.
She felt something hard and large against her back.
“Aaahh……!”
The thought didn’t last long. The man, gripping her slender wrist tightly, pushed Rayliel onto the bed and immediately climbed on top of her.
“W-Wait……!”
Trying to resist was pointless. The man’s lips latched onto her pink nxxples that had perked up, sucking and sucking again, before nibbling them like prey.
Bold red bite marks shamelessly marred her snow-white skin.
Rayliel’s body trembled as she lay between the lingering pleasure and the strange pain. She looked up at the man, who had slightly lifted his body, holding his own hardness in his hand, as if to show it off.
The thick, dark-red member twitched menacingly. A sticky fluid dripped down the s***t from its swollen tip.
“Bon appétit.”
The man said.
“Here’s a feast served by a worthless bastard.”
Things happened in an instant. Just as before, the man roughly grabbed Rayliel’s slightly closed thighs, spreading them wide without hesitation, positioning himself at her center.
And then…
“Aaah……!”
Rayliel let out a short scream at the unexpected pain. It hurts. It hurts so much it brought tears to her eyes. Even though it wasn’t technically her first time, she’d never felt anything like this.
“……Ugh.”
The man paid no attention to Rayliel’s reaction beneath him, solely focused on pushing himself deeper inside her. Her tight entrance stretched to accommodate the shape of his s***t.
“F***.”
The man muttered under his breath as he finally buried himself completely inside her.
He looked down at their tightly joined bodies with satisfaction.
“You’re gripping me tight.”
The man ran his hand over Rayliel’s private parts. He held his hand in front of her face, showing off the bright streak of blood that stained his large hand.
“Now that you’ve gotten what you wanted, it’s time to match my pace.”
…If you don’t want to die.
With those ominous words, the man began moving roughly. There was no consideration for the woman who had barely managed to swallow something so savage.
“Ah, ah…!”
Rayliel cried out. Her entrance, overwhelmed by excessive pleasure, continuously released fluids, causing the skin-to-skin contact to become even more intense. The cramped room echoed with wet, slapping sounds.
Every time the man thrust his hips, her sensitive clxxxris, rubbed against his rough skin, flinched. Rayliel’s tight passage squeezed his s***t with all its might.
“……Ggh.”
The man grimaced slightly as he suppressed the urge to climax.
But something strange was happening.
The red eyes that had persistently stared down at her remained, yet the murderous intent and madness that had been there earlier were gone.
“Still got some fight left in you, hm?”
The man gripped Rayliel’s neck tightly.
Was he trying to strangle her to death? But no, that terrifying event didn’t happen. Instead, the man leaned in close, his face inches from hers, and spoke clearly, staring into her eyes.
“Thinking about something else?”
He laughed wickedly, and his member once again pulsed deep inside Rayliel, disregarding her screams.
It wasn’t the kind of s-x where she was being embraced—it was as if she was being devoured.
