My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 113

“Open your mouth, Your Majesty.”

Without thinking, she obeyed, parting her lips just as his thick tip pushed inside. A moment later, his pillar throbbed, and her mouth was flooded with his hot release. Some of it spilled down her throat, some dribbled out as she half-swallowed, half-spat out the overwhelming amount.

Exhausted, she went limp, lying back.

The pain from the demonic energy had vanished. She had been afraid it might have been too late this time, but somehow, she managed to survive again. It seemed that a full union wasn’t necessary to neutralize the corruption.

Feeling a sense of closure, she closed her eyes, ready to rest. But then she felt something touch between her legs. Startled, she opened her eyes, only to see him between her thighs, sucking on her.

“What are you…?”

“You haven’t finished here, right?”

Meeting his still-lustful gaze, she was at a loss for words.

It wasn’t until she spilled so much that she was overflowing that he finally pulled away, satisfied. Even as he moved, he kept a firm hold on the ribbon connected to her swollen, tender n*pples, tugging and stimulating them relentlessly throughout.

By the time he was done, her n*pples were red and painfully engorged, and the sheets were soaked with milk.

“Senior Darien.”

“Yes, Junior.”

“I can’t take this anymore.”

Regina muttered weakly, leaning against the bathtub.

“That’s why I’m cleaning you up.”

“Senior, you could just use magic. It’d be so much easier.”

“It’s not good to rely on magic for everything.”

He didn’t seem to have any problem using magic to make her breasts lactate, though.

She wanted to snap back, but she didn’t even have the energy to argue. What she really wanted was for him to use a spell to clean her up in seconds, but instead, he had carried her to the bath and was painstakingly washing her by hand.

Was he torturing her on purpose? Maybe this was his revenge for everything in their past life. If so, she could almost accept it. After all he’d put her through, she had nothing left to fight back with.

She must have dozed off at some point, because the next time she opened her eyes, she was dressed in clean clothes, lying on fresh sheets, and even her hair had been dried.

“You’re awake?”

As if he’d been watching her the whole time, Darien spoke softly, catching her attention. Regina blinked slowly, gathering her thoughts before asking,

“What time is it?”

“You can still sleep a bit more.”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I was watching over Your Majesty.”

Darian answered with a smile.

If only he didn’t talk, I wouldn’t hate him. Regina shook her head in disbelief. He’d shown his true colors now, acting all innocent and sweet like some lovesick boy, which just felt insincere after everything.

“Did it help some of your grudge, even a little?”

She asked in a subtle way. She wondered if all the humiliation and harsh treatment had taken the edge off the anger he must have carried over from their past life. Darien tilted his head, confused.

“Grudge?”

“Don’t you have any resentment toward me?”

“The only thing I’ve ever felt for Your Majesty is affection… well, and lust.”

“But didn’t you want revenge, Fathom…Rupert of Gilagon Peninsula said so.”

Regina was embarrassed. She remembered her conversation with Fathom, Rupetr’s reincarnation. His warning still echoed in her mind.

“Be careful. Iskanda is after you.”

“Prince Iskanda is after me?”

“Yes, you don’t know it yet, but he’s here at the academy. He remembers everything and wants revenge.”

She recalled it clearly.

“Oh, well. I did say I wanted to give back what I received, exactly how I got it.”

He said this almost cheerfully, as if discussing something trivial.

“So in this life, I’m going to treat you well.”

“Treat me well? What did I ever do for you?”

“You saved me, you never left me alone on rainy nights, and you looked out for me in many ways. I’ll protect Your Majesty this time.”

He gazed at her with such warmth it made her throb. She quickly averted her eyes.

“But if you don’t hold a grudge, why did you torment me like that earlier?”

“Oh, that? That was just my preference.”

Regina’s expression froze in shock. So all of that—the torment and humiliation—hadn’t been out of revenge or spite? It had been simply because he enjoyed it?

Stunned, she stared at him for a long moment, then hesitantly asked,

“Do you really like… breasts that much?”

“Yes.”

“I see… well, okay then…”

His quick, unhesitating response left her strangely quiet.

As she reflected on how, in her previous life as Yekarna, she might have unintentionally shaped Darien’s peculiar tastes by letting him touch her breasts just enough, a strange mix of responsibility and guilt settled over her.

“Your Majesty, I could still go a few more rounds with just your breasts. Would you be okay with that?”

No. This one’s just strange by nature.

With that, she admitted to herself that she had been completely deceived by Prince Iskanda in her past life. Horrified, she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself from him.

But Darien, ever persistent, gently brushed his hand across the top of her cleavage, sending a wave of sensations through her body.

When she flinched at his touch, he deepened his smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks as he whispered teasingly,

“You’re feeling it just from this?”

His fingers slid further down, tracing the valley between her breasts, and the sensation made the fine hairs on her skin stand on end. She squirmed under his touch.

“St, stop ….”

Ignoring her weak protest, his fingers slipped under her hands that were still covering her n*pples, lightly grazing the sensitive peaks. She couldn’t help but arch her back slightly at the electric jolt that coursed through her.

“They’re really as sensitive as your cl*toris, huh? And since you’ve got two here instead of just one, doesn’t this feel even better?”

His hands gripped her breasts firmly, pushing them together while his fingers expertly rolled her n*pples between them, each movement drawing a sweet moan from her lips.