The Revenge Kidnapping Drama’s Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 92

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Now that I think about it, she’d been acting odd from the very beginning. She was someone who despised Arje and looked up to Zephyros like a guardian. Yet, from the first day of her capture, she displayed nothing but hostility toward Zephyros. She even went as far as to speak as though she understood his role as the one responsible.

He was the one who took her flower and ordered other men to violate her, the perpetrator who defiled her in front of everyone.

Yet how could the victim act as if she understood the position of the perpetrator who committed unforgivable crimes?

Logically, did this really make any sense?

From the start, she was a woman who wouldn’t even make eye contact with Arje. Yet now she showed such an attitude. When she should be trembling with hatred and disgust.

It bothered him. Yet he wavered. For a moment, he felt the urge to stop touching her. For an instant, he wondered if those feelings might be genuine.

So he made the offer. To see if those feelings were real.

If her hostility toward Zephyros was genuine, she would accept the offer. He wasn’t even asking for real betrayal – just to ‘pretend’ to betray, promising to leave her alone after. If those feelings were real, there would be no reason to refuse.

But as expected.

It was just manipulation to survive here, those feelings weren’t real at all.

He chuckled while running a hand over his face.

He had noticed when she openly swayed Serdin’s heart, but experiencing it himself made it clear. She was born with the talent to sway men’s hearts. It was laughable how he wavered despite knowing this. And he had no intention of allowing Psyche to sway his emotions any further.

“Yes, that’s how you should be, Psyche.”

Crucially, she was the type to exploit any sign of his wavering more cunningly. Then he needed to be harsher. So she wouldn’t dare try to sway their hearts again.

“I thought you would answer like that.”

He removed the robe he had draped over her, then struck her delicate exposed shoulder.

“Try to endure. Though I don’t know how long you can.”

Psyche blushed, covering her private parts. Her body was completely shrunk in.

“Rezus, please, don’t do this.”

She pleaded. But this only made Rezus’s gaze grow colder.

The man walked to the middle of the sofa with a crooked smile and sat lazily. Arms crossed, head tilted, he looked Psyche up and down condescendingly.

“Helios, you start.”

Just as the commanding order fell, multiple footsteps were heard. The heads of Arje were coming.

* * *

“Haa, ah…..”

She received the man’s s***n helplessly while lying face down like a dog on the reception room floor. She didn’t know how much time had passed. No matter how much she liked forceful things, this was beyond what she could physically endure. Though she wanted to faint from the relentless force driving into her, the lords of Arje wouldn’t allow even that.

“Huu…..”

With the man’s low moan, she felt that disgustingly embedded thing between her b******s pull out with a pop.

Consciousness gradually faded. Just before her eyes closed, unwantedly, her mind half returned. Someone had used healing ability on her again.

Until when….. She wanted to ask if they couldn’t stop now, but she didn’t even have strength left to move her lips. Someone lifted her up brightly. From the fresh scent wafting over, it seemed to be Serdin.

“Where are you going, Serdin?”

“My d**k won’t get hard here, so what do you want me to do?”

…Serdin hadn’t done it yet? Perhaps because she’d been taken from behind while nearly losing her senses the whole time – she remembered Helios violating her in the reception room at first with the other three watching, but couldn’t recall well what happened after that.

‘What is happening here….’

Blankly blinking while being held in Serdin’s arms, suddenly her body sank deep into a bed. A massive body mounted above, and abruptly thick, hard fingers dug into below.

“Ungh…!”

It was less like caressing and more like thoroughly scraping out the men’s s***n filled inside. But her body, already melted soft, responded pleasurably even to such touches.

“Ha, f**k….”

“Huu, unng….”

Though she thought she just heard an incredibly fierce curse, was it her imagination… Simultaneously with that thought, something overwhelmingly thick and long thrust deep inside in one go.

“…!”

Serdin didn’t give her even minimal time to adjust to that size. As if his only purpose was to end this intercourse as quickly as possible, without any caressing, he focused solely on moving his hips roughly and rapidly.

“Ah, gu, ugh, hih, auh…!”

The violently shaking view revealed a man with a frighteningly hardened expression. Even in her daze, this much she could tell. Serdin didn’t want her to feel even slightly pleasured from this connection. Though she didn’t know why, she just had that feeling.

“…Haa, ugh…!”

The e*********n was faster than any other time. As she felt the embedded member throb and spew s***n, Psyche suddenly realized.

That his thrusting to prevent her from feeling pleasure, and e*********g faster than anyone else, was Serdin’s own form of consideration.