My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 111

“Don’t do anything weird to me…”

“I won’t, so don’t worry.”

He assured her before pulling out an unknown vial from the air and generously applying the pinkish, sticky substance inside it all over her n*pples and bre*sts.

She instinctively stiffened at the sensation, recalling the experience with Lennon from before. The shameful twist of what she thought was a mild substance turning out to be just a warm lubricant was something she would likely never forget.

She wouldn’t make the same mistake again this time; she wouldn’t let herself be scared. She asked calmly.

“What is this?”

“It’s nothing special. Just a magic potion to make Your Majesty’s bre*sts sensitive.”

It was more than nothing. She felt a rush of panic and attempted to wipe her chest with her clothes. However, the pinkish substance had already soaked in completely. She glared at him with a mix of confusion and anger, and he responded with a shameless grin.

“Don’t worry, it’s not permanent.”

That was a relief. As long as it wasn’t an irreversible change, there was room for forgiveness.

“Of course, I’ll be applying it regularly from now on.”

This punk?

Regina shot him another glare. He looked down at her with an innocent expression, as if there was nothing wrong. The self-proclaimed ‘not innocent’ guy had a remarkably innocent face.

She almost lost her temper but held back. This was all part of his unilateral plan. Didn’t everyone have a plausible scheme? She could confidently say that his nonsense would never become reality.

‘This time I was caught off guard with my eyes wide open, but it won’t happen again.’

While she silently made her determination , his finger lightly flicked her n*pple.

“Uht?”

She widened her eyes. A tingling sensation made her back arch involuntarily. It felt different from how it usually did when she was touched. It was as if the most sensitive part between her legs was being stimulated…

He circled his finger around the n*pples that were forcibly gathered together by the thin ribbon. Each time his smooth finger brushed against her overly sensitive n*pples, she felt her back twitch. It felt like she had two cl*ts. No, including the real one between her legs, it was three.

Amidst the confusion brought on by her intensely sensitive bre*sts, his voice reached her ears.

“The truth is, this potion isn’t just for the bre*sts. It can turn any part of the body into an erogenous zone. If I had applied it to your navel, just from a little bit of stimulation, your legs would already be soaked.”

As if trying to help her imagine it better, pressing his finger into her navel and moving it side to side. Then, his hand slid up to gently caress her underarm.

“If I had used it here, you would’ve come just from taking my c*ck in your armpit.”

His fingers, slithering up like a snake, made their way into her mouth, softly stroking the roof of it.

“If I’d applied it here, just sucking my c*ck with your mouth would’ve made you feel so good you’ll come. Aren’t you glad my preferences are relatively tame?”

As he played with her mouth with his long fingers, he didn’t neglect to tease her n*pples with his other hand. Saliva dripped from her partially open lips as she tried to keep herself composed.

“Answer me, Your Majesty. Aren’t you relieved I prefer your bre*sts over anything else?”

He forced her to respond. She could only nod, having no choice in the matter.

With both of her n*pples now as sensitive as her cl*t, her body was trembling uncontrollably and she couldn’t think of anything. Even the slightest brush of his hand against the ribbon-tied tips sent jolts through her, and she could feel herself growing wet without him even touching her there.

Satisfied with her response, he finally pulled his fingers out of her mouth and focused both hands on her bre*sts, gently massaging her sensitive n*pples.

“Huht, uung… Ah, ah!”

Moans spilled continuously from her lips. She had barely managed with just the sensitivity of her cl*t before, but now, with the drug heightening her n*pples to the same degree, the overwhelming pleasure was too much to bear.

“Hah, ugh… huuu….!” !”

When he pressed her n*pples together, rubbing them against each other, it felt like the most sensitive part of her body was being stroked against itself. The sensation sent her spiraling into bliss.

Holding her limp body in his arms, he couldn’t hide his satisfaction.

“You reached climax just from your bre*sts. You did well.”

As she listened to his words, which felt more like a twisted compliment than praise, Regina let out shallow breaths, her body drenched in exhaustion.

The overwhelming intensity of the sensations had left her on the brink of losing her mind. She feared that if this continued, her brain would give out, unable to endure it any longer. This wasn’t something she could handle repeatedly.

“Untie the ribbon…”

She wanted to escape the pressure binding her sensitive n*pples. However, Prince Iskanda, Darien didn’t grant her request.

“I’ll untie it later. It’s just easier to suck them like this.”

Her eyes widened in panic. If just her cl*t being stimulated had her feeling like she was going to lose control, how could she possibly survive him sucking on both hypersensitive n*pples at the same time…

Overwhelmed by fear, she tried to escape from him. Her limbs, weak and trembling, barely put up a fight as she struggled to free herself from his grasp. Amused, he watched her feeble attempts to wriggle out of his hold, only to effortlessly subdue her and lay her back onto the bed.

Now, instead of lying against his chest, she found herself pressed against the soft sheets.

Hovering over her, Darien placed both hands on her bre*sts. Even the lightest touch made her shudder, the sensation amplified by the potion still working on her skin.

Without hesitation, he took both n*pples—still bound tightly together by the ribbon—into his mouth. The warm, wet sensation of his mouth enveloping the most sensitive parts of her body sent shivers down her spine.

“Huu… Ah, uht, uhng…”

His soft tongue swirled around her n*pples, teasing them, before releasing them only to lick all the way down to the base and flick them sharply. His tongue moved like a skilled instrument, effortlessly playing with her, driving her mad.

Each flick and stroke sent jolts of electricity through her, making her mind flash with lights as if struck by lightning over and over again.