The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 45
He licked her cheek lengthwise while their faces were close.
“Is it because you’re ashamed of feeling good under someone like me?”
As Psyche looked up at him with hazy, unfocused eyes, Serdin roughly thrust his organ in and slowly ground his hips in that position. Her insides clenched tight from the pleasure that made her whole body tingle as if electrocuted.
“Hauk, Serdin, please…”
“To think a bastard who’s raping would even make you feel good. Really, there’s no bigger trash.”
Thud, thud, thud. The hard flesh dug deep into her hole in rhythm with his broken speech. Psyche writhed while tightly gripping his member. The pleasure that made her involuntarily cry out sweet moans now even made her afraid.
When she whimpered and tried to move her body back, Serdin firmly gripped her hips and thrust up forcefully as if trying to insert even his t*******s. Love juices splattered everywhere with a wet sound.
“Ah, huaang!”
“Haa, but it feels good when I f**k you, right.”
“Huu, ang, hik, aang!”
“Because my c**k is so damn big, you like it.”
She could no longer shake her head in denial or push him away. Since maintaining rationality was difficult after consecutive climaxes, suppressing the urge to shake her hips in pleasure was currently the best she could do.
Serdin too seemed to be reaching his limit as he started moving his hips rapidly while panting like a maddened dog. With wet sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the large organ repeatedly buried itself to the root before withdrawing halfway.
“Ha, f**k, I’m gonna, c*m again.”
“Huu, ang, uhik, too, deep, auung!”
The thrusting became even rougher until foam like egg whites formed around her reddened entrance. Moans escaped without any chance to stop them. She thought it couldn’t feel any better than this, but she was wrong.
Her skin was sticky with sweat and saliva, their connection point messy with love juices and seed, but even that felt good. No, it rather aroused her more. Psyche sobbed from the excessive pleasure and pain, then screamed with her whole body at the tingling shivers that ran through her.
“Haang, aaaang…!”
Serdin, who had been moving his hips quickly and roughly enough to make her b******s sting, suddenly stopped. As he let out a husky moan, his organ pulsed while spurting seed.
She breathed heavily as she felt the hot seed spreading inside her belly. Her whole body trembled from the aftermath of the long climax, and her mind was blank.
Psyche lay limp under the weight of the man pressing down on her, then slipped into unconsciousness.
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She slowly opened her eyes. While blankly staring at the high ceiling, she suddenly realized she was wearing unfamiliar sleepwear. It seemed Serdin had cleaned her body and dressed her while she slept.
As she fiddled with the sleeve ends of the cream-colored negligee, she felt a hot gaze on her cheek. When she turned her head, her eyes met Serdin’s. He sat on the sofa with his arms crossed, looking down at her with a dark expression. Unlike her, he appeared somewhat gaunt, as if he hadn’t slept at all.
Psyche was about to ask Serdin how long she had slept but stopped herself. Judging by the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, it seemed a full day had passed.
She needed to go to Helios… Thinking this while raising her upper body, her stomach churned as if she would vomit. She quickly covered her mouth. Urk, dry heaves immediately escaped.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?!”
Serdin spat out in a rough voice as he jumped up and rushed to Psyche. Psyche turned her head away and gestured for him not to come closer.
The dry heaves were worse than expected, causing her to drool slightly, and she didn’t want him to see her like this. However, Serdin still grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at him.
“Don’t touch me!”
“Damn it, just stay still!”
“Don’t touch me because it’s dirty!”
Slap! Psyche struck his hand away hard. Serdin looked down at his rejected hand with a terrifyingly rigid expression, then clenched his fist tightly and turned away sharply.
She meant don’t touch because the drool was dirty, but he seemed to interpret it differently. She could have explained that she wasn’t calling him dirty, but Psyche deliberately didn’t. She thought it would be better to let him continue misunderstanding.
She quietly watched Serdin’s back. He was still clenching his fist so tightly that veins bulged prominently. Psyche silently covered her mouth and lowered her head further. While wondering if she should wipe her mouth with her sleeve, something flew toward her with a whoosh.
“Wipe it.”
It was a clean cloth. She looked down at the small cloth that had landed right in front of her, carefully picked it up and wiped her mouth. He spoke in a low voice while keeping his back turned.
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ay por qué siempre cortan el capítulo en la mejor parte 😞