The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 56
While Psyche blankly stared at the torn fabric pieces scattered on the marble floor, Helios grabbed her neck. Her white, slender neck was small enough that his one hand had room to spare, and it seemed like it would snap if he applied even a little force.
“I asked you, is being forced your preference?”
“D-Don’t do this.”
Since he was barely applying any pressure, she wasn’t suffocating or in pain. However, it felt confining and uncomfortable, as if handcuffs were on her wrists and a collar around her neck.
“Let go…!”
Helios narrowed one eye. He released his grip on her arms as if daring her to act, but kept his hand firmly at her neck.
Psyche struggled desperately to remove his hand. She used all her strength to scratch and hit his hand. Helios held her neck just firmly enough to feel his warmth, silently watching her actions. Like a cruel predator casually observing its prey’s final struggles.
Though his grip wasn’t tight, her eyes reddened when she found herself unable to break free no matter how hard she tried. Helios, somewhat enjoying her labored breathing, slowly opened his lips.
“If you don’t like this.”
His hand caressed her neck, gradually moving downward.
“You could just make the bet.”
She looked up at him with reddened eyes, biting her lower lip.
“Don’t bite your lip as you please.”
The man’s hand, which had been toying with an ambiguous spot slightly above her chest but below her collarbone, slowly moved back up. His finger stopped at her pursed lips, pressed down on the lower lip, then forcibly parted them and entered. Her breathing was rough from having just struggled to free herself. Helios’s gaze darkened.
“Unless you want to taste my c**k.”
Savoring her heated breath against his finger, he lazily explored inside her mouth. Psyche didn’t try to bite his hand like before. Pleased with her newfound docility, Helios made an expression like a satisfied predator and withdrew his finger from her mouth.
“Last chance, Phrena.”
His large hand gently cupped her cheek, lifting her face to meet his gaze.
“Will you make the bet?”
Psyche’s lips quivered as if to say something, then nodded with a resigned expression.
“Good decision.”
Satisfied, Helios stepped back a few paces. Psyche alternated between looking at the table and Helios, then squeezed her eyes shut and moved her trembling hands behind her. After fumbling several times due to nervousness, she finally undid the hook. As her bra loosened, releasing her full b*****s, the heavy, fair flesh swayed prominently.
“Ah, you chose the first option. A bit disappointing but… well, that’s good too.”
The man’s lustful gaze slowly traced every part of her body. Psyche clenched her fists. For a moment, she hesitated, fidgeting with the shoulder straps without removing the bra, then, as if making a big decision, quickly lowered the straps. Her eyes remained fixed on the floor.
With a soft thud, the bra fell down. Her plump, milky flesh with its soft curves and pink n*****s were exposed to the air. Though she tried to maintain composure, her earlobes reddened as she felt his piercing gaze on her b*****s.
The dining room was, unfortunately, exceptionally bright. Every shape and color would be clearly visible. Psyche finally crossed her arms to cover her b*****s with both hands. As she glanced at him nervously, Helios made an annoyed expression.
“At this rate, how long will it take you to get completely undressed?”
Psyche’s shoulders twitched. If she kept dragging this out, it seemed he might come and strip her himself. She struggled to cover both b*****s with one hand while moving the other to her remaining underwear. But removing the last piece of underwear wasn’t easy. Especially under lighting bright enough to reveal every single hair.
Then, she heard the man approaching.
“W-Wait, I’ll take it off…”
Psyche hurriedly lowered her underwear. Helios stopped abruptly about three steps away, staring down at her intently. Between her long, smooth legs, he could see her plump womanhood with its straight vertical slit. She had little pubic hair, and what was there was the same pale flaxen color as her head. As he stared intensely at the crevice, her small fern-like hand covered it.
He chuckled and raised his gaze. Under the bright light, the naked woman trembled, barely covering her n*****s and privates. Her white b****t flesh spilled out from her small hands, and the round, moon-like shape of her b*****s was fully visible. Inevitably so. They were large enough to overflow even an adult man’s grasp.
Haa. The man’s heated breath echoed.
“Get up.”
Even while gesturing toward the table with his chin, Helios’s gaze wouldn’t leave her bare white form. Psyche walked carefully toward the table, desperately covering her b*****s and lower parts. Her body, with curves as white and soft as tofu, was completely shrunk with shame.
