The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 81
Just as the pleasure rising to her chin was about to explode once more, Terche lowered himself and pushed his thick tounge deep into her mouth.
“…!”
Then thump, thump, he thrust especially hard against her weak spot. Psyche trembled silently, both her upper and lower mouth dominated by the man. How many times did her vision turn white, then black, then white again? The lips that had been showering her with tongue-pulling kisses detached with a wet sound. Simultaneously, tears rolled down her temples while saliva dripped from her parted lips.
“Huu, uh, haak…”
Psyche couldn’t easily regain her senses from the intense afterglow. The heat occupying her insides was so extreme her whole body felt like melting butter. Was it really okay to feel such pleasure? At this rate, her brain might… break. While hazily thinking this, Terche tightly embraced her as if to crush her and shook his hips like a madman.
“…!”
She could no longer even make a sound, just being shaken by his upward thrusts. Unlike her completely exhausted state, he still seemed unable to contain his overflowing strength. Thump-thump-thump-thud—! Her vaginal fluids dropped and wet the sheets with his violent movements, making the bed shake noisily.
The bedroom filled with intermittent moans, panting breaths, and hot air. Half-lost in pleasure while accepting his member, Psyche’s eyes went wide as something was about to burst again. She instinctively embraced him and raised her nails. Simultaneously, the man groaned like a beast and pounded deep inside her sensitized depths. With a gush, her fluids burst as her v****a greedily sucked on his member.
“Kuk…”
Soon his member, swollen to its limit, began spewing white s***n. Under the man’s body, who was breathing roughly as if he’d fought a battle, Psyche hazily fluttered her eyelids. Feeling her consciousness gradually fade, she passed out right there.
* * *
In her sleep, she felt someone gently caressing her eyes, nose, cheeks, and lips. Psyche struggled to lift her heavy eyelids. A broad chest came into view. As she raised her gaze, Psyche flinched. Terche was holding her in his arms, slowly rubbing her cheeks and lips with his thumb.
“Why are you still…”
“Is it strange that I’m here?”
…She naturally thought he’d be gone by morning. That’s the kind of man Terche Fontos was. Though his unpredictable response confused her, Psyche quickly composed herself. Now wasn’t the time to be surprised by his presence, but to reject him.
“…Get out right now.”
Of course, rejecting him wouldn’t work. But surprisingly, Terche stared at her blankly, then silently got up and put on a robe over his naked body – she didn’t know when he’d brought it. Then he left the room.
‘…What? He’s really leaving like this?’
She never expected him to comply so easily. His unexpected response fully woke her up. As she stared blankly at the closed door, it suddenly opened and Terche re-entered. Leisurely pulling a trolley with carefully prepared food.
“…Do you think I can eat right now?”
“It would be good for you to eat.”
“Get out.”
She wore a look of disgust. Terche remained calm despite her contemptuous gaze. Instead, he instantly approached and embraced her, forcibly parting her lips with his thumb. Psyche trembled and tried to retreat, but Terche’s strength was too much.
“I forced my c**k in.”
His voice was low and cold.
“Can’t I force food into your mouth too?”
“…Then do it. I’ll just throw it all up.”
Their gazes clashed intensely. Terche looked into her eyes for a moment, then withdrew with a low sigh.
“If that’s how it is, I can’t help it.”
Then he left completely with the trolley. Psyche was the one confused by this situation. As she just blinked, the door opened again and Terche entered. This time holding a silver tray. He walked silently to the dining room with an unbothered face, opened the silver tray, and placed the food on the table. Tarte Tatin and lemon tea. The dessert Psyche often enjoyed eating with her maid Rena at the dessert street.
‘…Did he know my favorite dessert?’
Whether he knew or not, the sweet and savory aroma made her want to go straight to the dining room to eat. But after spending such a night, wouldn’t it seem strange if she gave in and ate? Just as she was about to clench her fist and shout at him to leave again.
An aroma sweeter and softer than the tarte tatin tickled her nose. She glared at him with a bewildered expression. It seemed Terche was using his scent again.
“…What are you doing now?”
“Let’s eat.”
He remained calm.
“Are you using your scent as you please again?”
Though she glared without lowering her guard, his scent gently enveloped her body.
“What do you want by doing this…”
Her sharp voice gradually weakened. Her body relaxed as the scent eased her tension.
“What I want is simple.”
Terche, who had somehow approached Psyche, led her to the table. She tried to resist but her whole body felt languid as if soaked in warm water, forcing her to sit as he guided.
“I only hope you won’t destroy yourself.”
Terche quietly added as he offered the dessert before her.
“So, please eat.”
The warmth from his fingertips, the soft scent, and the sweet and savory aroma of tarte tatin intertwined to stimulate her senses. As her mind kept softening regardless of her will, Psyche deeply furrowed her brow.
“…You hope I won’t destroy myself?”
“…”
“Did such a person ruin me like that yesterday?”
After a moment of silence, he answered.
“Me ruining you and you ruining yourself is different.”
“…”
“I forcibly took you, and there was nothing you could do in that situation. But not eating…”
“…”
“That is indeed self-destructive behavior.”
Psyche’s eyes wavered. Was it an illusion that she felt unexpected warmth in his words?
‘Come to think of it… he was like this during the night too.’
Though clearly rough, he was gentle like handling a beloved until she fully regained consciousness. That was undeniable.
‘Perhaps Terche, like Helios…’
Psyche swallowed dryly and asked carefully.
“Did you know I liked these foods?”
“Yes.”
His answer was resolute. Terche watched her without moving. Psyche tried reading his eyes, but no emotion showed clearly in that deep gaze.
“Have you… been watching me?”
“Yes.”
“…”
Silence flowed between them. After exchanging silent gazes, his lips parted slowly.
“You always smiled when eating desserts, but since coming here, you haven’t smiled once.”
Speaking slowly, he cut a piece of tarte tatin into a manageable size and placed it on the empty plate.
“I understand. It’s not a situation to smile in.”
As she silently looked down at her plate, his voice, softer than usual, settled on her shoulders.
“I’ll come clear when you’re done.”
Then Terche stood up,
“Please eat comfortably.”
And turned to leave the room. Though she was alone now, the room still seemed filled with his presence. His intentions hidden beneath his cold tone and actions remained unknown. He was clearly a forceful man who weighed down her body and mind, yet simultaneously seemed to caress somewhere within her.
…He was truly an incomprehensible man.
