My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 98
He added another finger, making her insides slick and sticky with the lubricant and her own juices. He twisted his wrist as he moved in and out, spreading his fingers to widen the space and thrusting with a strong back-and-forth motion, as if to push his wrist in further.
“Hah… Uht! Aahh… Huugh….”
Each thrust of his fingers into the sensitive spots made the wet interior convulse and release sweet liquid tangling like a spider web. The sound of the liquid splashing around was jarring and chaotic in her mind.
“Do you like it when I dig in like this?”
“Haaahk…!”
“When an elder asks, you should answer.”
The intense pleasure jolted Regina back to her senses, making her realize that he had spoken to her in a familiar tone.
‘Did Lennon just use informal speech with me?’
In disbelief, she straightened up and stared at him, while he raised his eyebrows as if to question what the issue was.
“This time, I’m older than Your Majesty.”
“So, you’re going to speak informally?”
“Isn’t it acceptable in bed?”
His confident response left her speechless. It was a perfectly reasonable assertion that, as the older party, he had the right to use informal speech. She found herself unable to argue back, considering that in her previous life, she had been the elder and should have demanded respect.
If that were the case, she should have stormed the palace and demanded that the throne be abdicated as she was the Empress in her previous life.
She was so shocked that she couldn’t open her eyes and her confusion must have shown on her face, as he added with a sly smile.
“Don’t overthink it. I’m always your Lennon, Your Majesty. It’s just that in bed, I’m the elder. Outside of it, you can treat me comfortably.”
Though she was still confused, she nodded. It felt a bit strange, but technically, he was making a concession. He had the right to use informal speech anytime as he was older, yet he chose to reserve it for bed.
“Alright. I got it.”
“You should use formal speech with an elder, Heather.”
“…I understand.”
As she answered, Regina couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. She couldn’t pinpoint a logical reason, but she was caught up in a sense of unfairness.
The thought of Lennon being the elder now felt like a twist of fate. It felt as if the world had turned upside down. Yet, to rid herself of the demon poison, she had no choice but to continue with him.
‘Let’s just get through this for now.’
Next time, absolutely never…
“So, does it feel good, being poked like this?”
He continued to move his fingers, pressing on the sensitive spots as he asked.
“Hu-uht! Ye, Yes…”
“Properly.”
“Hahk, it’s good… hu…”
“Well done.”
He briefly praised her and then firmly lifted his hand, as if rewarding her. A muffled cry of pleasure escaped Regina. Her white legs, lifted in the air, trembled and then collapsed onto the sheets.
The heat building in her lower abdomen burst out as fluids, soaking his wrist and sleeves, and even dampening the sheets between her legs. She could feel it herself.
She breathed heavily and rolled her eyes. Something was different. It wasn’t just a forced action but a consensual situation, yet it felt uniquely powerless and frustrating. It was as if she had to accept the pleasure he was giving her, with a vertical and one-sided feeling.
However, it wasn’t unpleasant or unwelcome. If it had been, she would have already torn the lace mask binding her wrists…
Regina’s eyes widened. Only then did she realize what was causing her discomfort. This delicate lace mask was creating a psychological constraint on her. A flimsy piece of fabric that would fall apart with a bit of force.
‘Should I tear it apart right now?’
She tried to channel her mana into her arms.
‘…But I don’t actually feel that bad.’
It was inconvenient not being able to grab the sheets, restrain him, or do anything with her hands. Yet, based on the pleasure, she had no complaints. In fact, the sense of being restricted seemed to create a peculiar excitement. Although she couldn’t openly admit it anywhere.
Subtly, she relaxed her arms. It seemed better to let him continue as he wished.
“You’ve made a good decision, Miss Heather.”
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Regina realized he had read her mind again, knowing exactly what choice she would make. The cunning of it sent shivers down her spine, making her back tingle with an unknown thrill.
Why is he like this, even though it’s the same Lennon? Has he reincarnated and changed somehow?
Her mind was still set in the past, yet Count Hartmann didn’t feel younger. He seemed far more mature. Though Lennon had a similarly sly nature, he didn’t seem to age at all when she looked at his appearance. She couldn’t understand the cause.
His erect member pressed heavily against her lower abdomen. At some point, he had unfastened his trousers, exposing himself and rubbing against her with confidence.
But… it wasn’t smooth. The oddly bumpy texture made her eyes widen in shock as she looked down.
His entire p*nis was covered in bumpy protrusions. The long and thick shaft was adorned with semicircular ridges like beads, making it a frightening sight.
‘He intends to put that inside me?’
No, it couldn’t be. Something like that would ruin her.
Overwhelmed by the urgency to escape, she was gripped by fear. But he deliberately grasped his member and slowly stroked it, showing it off.
“Does it look grotesque? But once you’ve experienced this, normal p*nis will seem plain. When they’re penetrated by these bumpy ridges, women….really liked it.”
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