The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 27
As he watched her, her body trembling beneath him, her eyes wide with a mix of pain and something else—something he couldn’t quite name—Cassis felt a strange pull in his chest. It wasn’t just desire anymore. It was something deeper, something he wasn’t sure he was ready to confront. But for now, he pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the woman before him, her breath hitching, her body slowly adjusting to his presence.
The premise was undeniably perilous—a threat to life itself—yet, even as she found herself thrust into this extraordinary situation within the span of a mere day or two, she wasn’t resisting. Not entirely, at least.
Has she fallen for me?
Cassis was well aware of the infuriating fact that the shell encasing his appearance was rather… appealing. Even before he had become the Guardian of the World Tree, though rare, there had been women who had approached him solely for his looks. And elves, as a rule, were known for their striking beauty, weren’t they?
Yes, that must be it. Evelyn… She was like a naive girl who fluttered at the sight of cherries, her heart skipping a beat at the mere sight of him. Just as any human, regardless of gender, would be captivated upon encountering a handsome elf for the first time.
…Given your predicament, it’s better this way. Let yourself be enchanted by my face forever.
In the end, a hint of arrogance crept into his thoughts, and the corner of his lips curled into a faint, deliberate smile. Evelyn, noticing this, subtly tilted her head away, as if trying to avoid his gaze. But that only betrayed how acutely aware she was of his presence, of his face.
Hmm.
No matter what, he had to bring this to an end by tonight. Where was the essence of his vitality most concentrated? It went without saying—it was the thick, viscous fluid he would soon release inside her. Evelyn’s foolish infatuation would only work in his favor. Satisfied with how things were unfolding, Cassis gently pushed her waist back, creating a slight distance between them.
The air between them was charged, a mix of tension and inevitability. He knew what had to be done, and she, whether she realized it or not, was already caught in the web of his design.
Haah… Huh, haa… Hoo, huu…”
Then, something amusing happened.
Evelyn’s soft, breathy sighs carried an unexpected sense of satisfaction, as though she had accomplished something monumental. Not just a little, but a lot. Could she possibly think that the act between a man and a woman had already concluded? Cassis, finally able to read her emotions perfectly, was both baffled and amused. He laid her down gently on the sheets, his voice low but insistent as he asked,
“How did it feel?”
“Huh…?”
“Tell me. Now.”
Why was he being so impatient, so childish? Cassis was startled by his own unfamiliar behavior. Never before had he asked a partner about their satisfaction after intimacy, so why did he feel compelled to do so with Evelyn?
She lay on the soft sheets, her face relaxed as if she had forgotten the tension that had gripped her lower body moments ago. Her words tumbled out in a disjointed manner, her thoughts scattered.
“Umm, well, the blood vessels under my skin… the blood… it felt like it was boiling strangely. Even my toes, the tops of my feet—they kept twisting in weird directions. And then…”
“And then?”
“……”
Her entire body was in chaos, but especially down there. It was unbearably tingly, almost too much to endure.
That was the most blatant change she had felt, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. It felt like she shouldn’t. Because even now, every time she heard his low, quiet voice, that entire area—her thighs and beyond—tingled intensely, as if electrified.
More than the shivering, dizzying sensation of Cassis drawing near, she was worried about the state of her own body, something she couldn’t even see. That most secret and vulnerable place—it wasn’t something to be touched carelessly. And yet, when she thought about how his deep, ocean-blue eyes seemed to see right through it… she had no idea what to do.
As his arm brushed close to the space between her thighs, the rapidly closing distance terrified her. Strictly speaking, he hadn’t touched her there yet, but if he wanted to, he could. Evelyn could feel something warm and slick trickling down between her legs, a sensation she couldn’t ignore. Her hips, her most intimate parts—they were already unbearably damp. She couldn’t take it anymore, she just couldn’t…
