The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 85
Under the continuous stimulation, pink gradually colored her face and body as her n*****s swelled like ripe citrus. Rezus watched them with a viscous gaze, then cupped the underside of her b*****s with four fingers and rapidly rubbed her e***t n*****s with both thumbs, pressing down hard. All while continuing to grind his member against her bottom.
“Hng, stop…!”
Finally, droplets of blood beaded on his arm. Rezus slid one hand down and grabbed her s*x firmly.
“Ahk…!”
“Stay still while I caress you. Stuffing your hole with my c**k is nothing to me.”
“Hh…”
Psyche grew docile like a frightened small animal. The hand fondling below became gentler. He massaged her full b*****s while sucking her ear in his mouth like rolling candy. Her shoulders hunched tight as tingling sensations spread through her body. Psyche bit her lower lip hard to hold back a moan as the man’s hand slithered like a snake under her skirt. The crimson skirt lifted to her hips in an instant, fully exposing white thighs and white panties.
“…!”
Psyche’s hands, which had reflexively grabbed his wrists, slid powerlessly onto the back of his hand when Rezus bit her earlobe. Through the single layer of fabric, thick rigid fingers massaged her triangle slowly. Her cheeks flushed red with confusion. Her already damp panties made wet sounds with each movement of his hand.
“Didn’t expect you to be this wet already. Does being watched excite you that much?”
“Hk, don’t, say that…”
“Who knew the princess had such vulgar tastes.”
Rezus mockingly slipped his hand straight into her panties. His touch below was rougher than before. He rapidly rubbed her c******s with his palm while his fingers firmly pressed her entrance and around it. At some point his thick index and middle fingers precisely touched her opening. Just as she thought he would thrust both fingers in – his movement suddenly stopped.
“…”
A moment of silence passed. Confusion flashed in Psyche’s eyes as she barely held back her moans by biting her lips. Rezus narrowed his eyes as if something was odd, staring intently at her below. The next moment, his index and middle fingers slipped out of her panties and the white fabric was pushed aside.
“Ah…!”
Her s*x was exposed raw to the outside air. Before Psyche could cover herself, Rezus spread her thighs wide apart.
“Hk, no…”
Clear tears rolled down her deeply flushed cheeks. Between her swollen pink lips, something like whipped cream was leaking out. Drop by drop, white masses fell to the floor. It was Terche’s c*m from his multiple releases last night. Staring at it as if to bore through it, Rezus muttered lowly.
“…He came quite a lot.”
His gaze slowly moved to her face. She trembled in his arms, pitifully dripping tears, seemingly unable to bear the shame of leaking s***n with her chest exposed and legs spread like a frog before three men. The sight was excessively pretty and lewd. Even Serdin, who had been stubbornly looking away as if he’d rather die than watch, now couldn’t take his eyes off her, entranced.
His eyebrow twitched. Suddenly his thick middle finger parted her folds and entered.
“…!”
Rezus explored inside her. Rather than caressing, his movements seemed to gauge how much s***n filled her. Just as her body started responding involuntarily to those careless touches, his finger slipped out. More s***n flowed from her parted folds. His bronze fingers were thickly coated with whitish fluid. Staring at it expressionlessly, Rezus glanced at Terche and said mockingly.
“At this rate, your c*m’s scent will stick to my c**k.”
“…If you want a cleanup now…”
“No.”
He said firmly while wiping the s***n from his middle finger onto her pubic hair.
“Why bother.”
Her eyes widened at the crude act, then she gasped at what followed. Two fingers invaded without warning.
“Ah…!”
“You won’t have time for the c*m to dry anyway from now on.”
“W-Wait, ahk…!”
When his rigid fingers, thrust deep inside at once, pressed somewhere firmly, an electric shiver ran down her spine. It happened to be her most sensitive spot. She reflexively grabbed his wrist but the man didn’t budge. Squelching sounds echoed as his fingers created friction in her c*m-filled depths.
The sounds alone were maddening, but his slow, gentle rubbing inside drove her even crazier. Especially when he persistently pressed deep inside, heat would rush to her eyes and between her legs would tingle. She could feel herself getting slick with arousal, and lewd moans and breaths kept trying to escape.
“You say no, but your body’s honest.”
She clutched his wrist, gasping pitifully. He blew hot breath into her ear with a “hoo” and whispered.
“You’re already this wet, Psyche.”
