The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 55
She wore an expression full of dismay. To Psyche who couldn’t easily answer, the man urged with a devilish face.
“Phrena, what are you contemplating? There should be no reason to refuse.”
He slowly stroked his lips and whispered in a subtle voice.
“If I’m as terrible as you say, I wouldn’t get wet while being naked and spreading my legs in front of such a man.”
“……”
“With that terrible bastard m**********g while watching me, I’d be lucky not to throw up, let alone get wet.”
The man’s eyes, drenched in pleasure, curved seductively.
“Isn’t that right, Phrena?”
“…Guess all that sleeping around is coming in handy now. Where else would you get ideas like that?”
Helios was very famous in social circles. For neither stopping women who came, nor stopping women who left. Or for rejecting women first himself.
Though meant to insult him and grate on his nerves, it didn’t work on Helios.
“Women like Phrena wouldn’t leave me alone. Must be because I’m such a wise and charming man.”
He took her words as compliments with a relaxed attitude.
“But isn’t Phryna the type who despises men like me? And one doesn’t get wet for someone they hate.”
“……”
“Isn’t this a very advantageous bet for you?”
Psyche anxiously chewed her lips. Since he seemed to see through her true feelings, or perhaps even before that, she had already lost control to the man before her. Though she didn’t want to lose any more control to him, only a shrinking voice came out.
“I don’t want to be naked and spreading my legs……”
“Then how do you plan to make my c**k hard?”
Her shoulders flinched at the vulgar words. Instinctively, her eyes darted to around his waistband. Unlike earlier when their thighs were touching, he didn’t seem to be e***t now.
“Should I have you suck it?”
She jerked her head up. Helios’s eyes were fixed on her lips.
“That wouldn’t be bad either.”
His razor-sharp gaze reminded her of a snake’s vertically split pupils. As it slowly traced her lips again, Psyche unconsciously bit her lower lip. The sound of Helios tapping the wall twice, tok, tok, was heard.
“Phrena, choose one of two. Either stay still naked with legs spread, or suck my c**k until it’s hard.”
He tapped the wall once more with his index finger, tok.
“However, if you choose the second option, you must suck until I c*m.”
Then, as if doing a favor, he adds in a gentle voice:
“Ah, you don’t need to take off your clothes.”
Psyche couldn’t make up her mind. Helios leaned against the wall waiting for her answer, his brow slightly creasing. He watched her with mock seriousness, like he was thinking about something deep, before his face lit up like he’d just had a brilliant idea.
“Personally, I’d prefer if Phrena chose the second option.”
He lazily opened his eyes and ran his tongue across his lower lip as if savoring something.
“I’ve always longed to f**k that pretty mouth of yours.”
A cold contempt flashed in Psyche’s eyes. However, that expression didn’t last long, because Helios had detached himself from the wall and started approaching. Though his pace was slow, his strides were wide, closing the distance in an instant. Her fingertips trembled. She tried to escape by stepping backward, but by then she was already enveloped in his dark shadow.
From a distance close enough to feel threatening, Helios stared intently at her. His smile had completely vanished, and his purple eyes had sunken so dark they appeared black. She was frozen stiff, unable to even avert her eyes, let alone move her body. She felt like prey exposing its neck defenseless before a snake with its jaws wide open.
The man, easily a head taller than her, tilted his head and asked:
“Don’t you want to make the bet?”
“Ah, no…”
“Then make your choice about how to do this.”
Just maintaining eye contact with him felt oppressive. She barely managed to move her rigid body to wrap her arms tightly around her shoulders.
“Please don’t do this…”
“It’s just a bet, what’s the problem?”
Psyche lowered her eyes and gripped her shoulders more tightly with her arms. She shrank her body and pressed herself closer to the wall. She looked just like a pitiful fawn trembling in the cold.
“Or, Psyche.”
The way he addressed her changed. Not Phrena, but this time he called her name. As she sensed the ominousness in this fact, her arms were simultaneously pinned to the wall by the man’s large hands. Then came the sharp sounds piercing her ears – riiip, thud, pat – of clothes being torn.
In an instant, her negligee was stripped away, revealing her white figure clad only in undergarments before his eyes. Her clothes were too thin and soft to protect her body from the man’s violent and merciless touch.
Even if the fabric had been tough and sturdy, Psyche wouldn’t have been able to stop him. The man before her was strong and massive, while she was nothing but delicate and fragile.
“Is being forced your preference?”
