My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 97
At that moment, she felt as if she had become a beast.
She remembered how animal trainers would cover the eyes of unruly animals to calm them down. Of course, he didn’t have such malicious intent when covering her eyes with his palms.
“Let’s start with your hands, shall we?”
“What….”
“If I keep holding them, I can’t do anything else. And if I let go, you’ll bite your fingers again, so measures must be taken.”
Count Hartmann responded by grabbing her wrists with one hand and tying them up with something. After looking closely, it turned out to be the lace mask she was wearing. He wrapped her wrists with the soft lace and then used the mask’s securing straps to bind and tie the knot.
With her wrists bound by the mask, he used his thumb to caress the exposed skin visible through the eyeholes and asked.
“Does it hurt?”
To be honest, it didn’t. The lace material and the straps were neither rough nor uncomfortable. Moreover, she could easily break free if she wanted to by channeling her mana. So, it wasn’t a complete restraint or oppression, but more of a role-playing scenario.
It could be ended whenever she wished. However, it was unsettling. This was not a taste she associated with the Lennon she knew.
‘Is this really just to prevent me from biting my fingers?’
As she remained uncertain, he pulled down the dress he had partially removed, revealing her bare body except for the thin slip rolled up to her chest and the underwear covering between her legs.
Before she could even feel embarrassed about being nearly nude, his hand delved below. After stroking her a few times, he pulled his hand back to check for the wetness and then pulled down her underwear to her ankles.
“You are plenty wet, but having a lubricant would still be more pleasurable.”
He reached over to the side table beside the bed and retrieved something from a drawer. It resembled a perfume bottle at first glance, but using perfume in this situation would be absurd.
A sense of foreboding enveloped her as she asked.
“Could it be some strange drug…?”
“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do anything harmful to my dear Miss Heather. There are no side effects.”
When he said that there were no side effects only increased her anxiety. It seemed unusual for something like a standard lubricant to need such a disclaimer.
“What exactly is it…huht!”
“It’s just to help Miss Heather feel even better than she does now.”
Count Hartmann applied his finger, coated with the mysterious liquid, to her parted folds and began to rub. The touched area soon felt hot.
‘Is it really a drug after all?’
Startled by the unexpected warmth, she glared at him. Even during her time as Yekarna, she had never liked drugs. She preferred a knife wound over anything entering her body; it was her firm belief.
Of course, achieving the level of a Swordmaster meant that her body became tougher, more resilient to external injuries than an ordinary person. However, no matter how tough, drugs were still beyond her tolerance.
Even if she was an old Swordmaster, poisons entering the body would still be a problem. Even now, she feared poisoned food more than a sudden knife attack.
“You’re absolutely sure there are no side effects?”
“If there were, I’d be the first to condemn myself and die.”
His confident boast relieved Regina. Lennon was meticulous and thorough, which was why she had trusted him with the position of Chancellor during her time as Yekarna.
As her tension eased and her body relaxed, he quickly noticed and adjusted his touch. He carefully spread the liquid between her folds, then tilted the bottle once more to apply it to the opening and cli*.
An unusual warmth spread throughout her lower body.
Finishing his work, he observed her reacting on her own without needing to touch. The pink, now saturated with the transparent liquid, looked soft and pliable, though it seemed it could become sticky if pressed.
The answer would become clear soon enough. He placed the capped bottle with a noticeable thud on the side table and actively began to savor her lower region.
“Huu… Ugh… Ah…!”
Regina could only squirm. There was something different about being restrained compared to having her arms free. Even though her wrists were bound, she could easily escape if she chose to, yet for some reason, she had no will to resist or avoid it. She even shivered passively.
Though the sense of being confined was affecting her psyche, she was unaware of it. Only he understood her state.
He enjoyed her mild struggles and used his fingers to stimulate various parts of her inner walls, pressing and exploring with a deliberate touch. He focused on the area where her back arched and her inner walls gripped his fingers tightly. He applied pressure while gently brushing her cli* with his thumb.
“Ah, huhk, haah… Ah…”
Stimulated simultaneously at her cli* and sensitive internal areas, she trembled as if struck by lightning. The sensations felt different, perhaps due to the liquid, which made the experience unlike usual.
Every time his slippery fingers brushed against her, the most sensitive parts became unbearably hot, and his fingers’ pressing caused bright flashes before her eyes.
“Could it be that Margrave Linzmeyer didn’t satisfy you properly at the palace, leaving you so hungry?”
He murmured with a hint of laughter. Regina hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should defend Bliss’s honor, but decided to remain silent to avoid disrupting the atmosphere.
It was enough that only she knew that …. Bliss was excellent.
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