Chapter 41.2

thud!

his arm was full of minor scars, but nonetheless it was covered with well-knit muscles, and it felt like he was locking me in between firm walls of muscles.

confused, i looked up at his face and our noses were almost touching. although he covered more than half of his face with a hood, he was still a handsome man, i thought.

unlike adrian’s, who grew up finely, the sharpness of his raw eyes was evident.

‘there’s a rather big scar on the bridge of his nose…’

with valearis, it was his left cheek. with this man, it was barely visible above the hood, on the bridge of his nose.

it matched his sharp eyes, but it must’ve hurt quite a lot when it happened.

“why are you looking at me like that? don’t look.”

he covered my eyes with one hand as if ashamed of my gaze as i looked up at him.

“no? if you don’t like it, stop.”

“master,” he belatedly added, as if remembering that i was his temporary owner.

“it’s not that i don’t like it…”

i shook my hand at his words. i didn’t mean to resist a handsome and well-built man rushing at me. he wasn’t even a target character, so there was no rule that i had to build a good relationship before having sex with him.

“you don’t like it? then what?”

i lowered my eyes at the man’s sharp gaze and chinned toward rian, who was fast asleep.

“i won’t allow it in rian’s sight.”

the room i rented was larger than a regular studio apartment, but it was still a single room with no walls to divide it. when rian tossed an turned in bed, the man flinched and let out a terrifying sound.

“he’s not watching right now.”

“what?”

“he’s sleeping now.”

he picked me up and walked to the sofa near the bed, thinking that i agreed because i turned speechless. putting my upper body on the back of the velvet-covered sofa, he admired briefly.

“your butt is pretty.”

before i could stop him, her rolled my skirt up to mu waist and continued to mutter.

“it looks like it wants me to lick it.”

i wriggled my bare body in front of the man. when i forced myself to get away, he slapped my butt and knocked me back.

“stay still.”

the slippery tip was poking me in the buttocks. the backrest was quite high, so my legs flew up in the air. he pushed his face between my thighs as i struggled, losing my footing.

“it smells lewd.”

“hey, don’t smell it!”

“why? i like it.”

he smirked at my astonished cry and raised himself, clutching my butt with both hands. he gripped my waist with one hand and supported my struggling upper body from behind. his fingers, which slowly rose upward, pinched my areola.

my pink nipples rose stiffly at the lustful touch. having played with my breast to some extent, he turned me over on the sofa and rubbed his penis between my legs. the slippery tip tried to poke inside, but moved away.

“huh…”

it didn’t even enter yet, but it felt so good that my toes tingled. was it the expectation that came from the size that was pressingly firmly between my thighs?

as i moved with my hips twitching, he reached down and lifted my stomach, stroking it slowly. the fingers that descended on my flat belly, touched my opening as if searching.

“hold it in. it’s not even wet, but it doesn’t smell bad.”

‘hey. how can i not get wet there?’

i had a momentary doubt, but i lost all reason as he slowly rubbed his already wet penis.

“ah!”

the head poked between my butt, and his fingers relentlessly caressed my clitoris. stars kept popping out of my eyes. it even seemed as if i was hallucinating the flower patterns on the sofa flying.

“ha… ha…”

when i rubbed my breasts against the back of the sofa, he held back his groan and grabbed my waist.

“it you make a sound like that, it will happen.”

“what, huh, are you going to…?”

“bad taste. cry some more.”

the man seemed to like my reaction. his hand, which grabbed me by the hair, was firm.

“do you want me to fuck you like this, master?”

he ran his fingers through my hair and rubbed his smooth genitals between my open ass.

“i think it’s already pretty blushed here.”

‘then just shut up and put it in, you punk.’

impatient, i shook off the man’s hand and glared at him fiercely, but he only smirked as if i was being cute.

“are you going to do something about it? speak for yourself,” he said in a slow command while holding my hair.

as a slave, he seemingly was more accustomed to giving orders than being obedient.

“fuck me.”

my voice sounded hoarse with excitement. i murmured softly with my tense neck, and he patted my head affectionately.

“you listen well. good.”

it was the moment he was trying to reward me.

“hiiiing…”

rian, who was sleeping as if dead, turned over as if he was about to wake up.

“hiiing, hiiiiing.”

oops.

startled, i pushed the man away and hurriedly grabbed my skirt. as i pushed him back too hard, he glared at rian furiously and mumbled.

“fuck that bastard really…”

he was ready to tear rian to pieces with his eyes.