My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 99

He spoke in a hushed, almost whispering tone about the secret, rubbing the grotesquely large member covered in bulging ridges against her lower body. As the uneven protrusions moved up and down, rubbing against her cli*, she was overtaken by a peculiar pleasure that was different from the sensation of smooth fingers.

He stopped at that point, as if just showing a taste, and placed his ridged p*nis at her entrance and demanded,

“Turn over.”

His voice was chillingly low.

“I want to please you, Miss Heather. But if I face you, I might lose my composure. So, lie face down so I can’t see you.”

In that moment, her instincts overpowered her reason. She slowly turned her back to him and lay down. Since lying flat would press painfully on her chest, she propped herself up on her elbows, focusing her gaze on the ornate headboard of the bed.

He spread her legs apart, exposing her, and without giving her a chance to feel embarrassed, thrust the large tip into her opening.

The entry was impossibly smooth, accompanied by a sticky sound and slippery fluid. Regina realized he had coated his p*nis with an unusually large amount of the presumed lubricant.

Even if there are no side effects, is it really okay to use this much? There must be a limit to everything, and using too much seems excessive…

“Ah, ah…”

Her thoughts did not extend beyond this. As the tip passed and the bulging ridges began to impact her inner walls, she was struck by an entirely different sensation compared to a regular p*nis. The semi-circular ridges ruthlessly spread and pressed her insides.

In a normal situation, she would have been screaming or desperately trying to escape. But perhaps due to the effects of the lubricant, she felt no pain. Instead, as the thick member filled her, the heat within her intensified.

Despite knowing the sensation was almost like a weapon, it was bizarrely sliding in without much resistance.

“Huu… Ah…”

Even though it was just an insertion, the friction made her inner walls burn with a multitude of sensations. With delight following each movement, her insides were uncontrollable.

With a perfectly moderate speed and force, he fully inserted himself and slowly rotated his hips.

“Haaht… ugh….”

The rough, bulging ridges stimulated every sensitive spot inside her, lighting up her mind. The sensation of heat made it more than just thrilling. It felt like her brain was jolted.

This is too much. It’s overwhelming.

As she instinctively tried to pull away, he grabbed her legs and held her in place. He drew her closer, pressing their already tight connection together. The numerous ridges dug in deeper, pressing painfully into her pubic bone.

“It, huht, it hurts…”

He acted as though he didn’t hear her murmurs, continuing to press and grind against her. As if any words wouldn’t be enough.

A sudden hypothesis crossed her mind, and she hesitated before speaking again.

“Uht, it hurts, please.”

At that, he stopped the pressure as if it was a lie and pulled back.

“Hahh…”

The sensation of her inner flesh being pulled along the ridges made her thighs tremble. Ignoring the pleasure that flared before her eyes, she tensed her toes and bit down hard.

When she confirmed that his use of informal speech was indeed intentional, anger welled up.

‘This bastard…’

This wasn’t animal training—what on earth was he doing?

Just as her irritation was rising and she was about to speak, he began thrusting again. His ridge-covered member scraped over the areas she liked and repeatedly sliding in and out.

“Huht? Uh, aht….”

“It seemed like you liked this spot when I checked with my fingers earlier, is that right, Miss Heather?”

His voice, filled with lust, settled into her ear. He was pressing against her from above, thrusting with a crude posture that contrasted sharply with his noble appearance. Despite this, his movements were precise and deliberate, targeting her most sensitive areas.

Eventually, he found the spot where her inner walls gripped him tightly with pleasure and focused his attention solely on that area. His steady thrusts, aimed precisely at the place he knew she enjoyed, gradually clouded her sense of resolve.

It seemed that his promise to maintain his self-control in order to please her was not an empty boast. He set aside his own desires and focused solely on her pleasure. Contrary to his previously forceful demeanor, he now catered to her every need with meticulous attention. She melted under his service.

“Hah… uung, uuh…!”

The countless ridges were grinding against her insides, turning her insides into a soft mess. She could feel her inner walls growing sticky with the lubrication, resembling a spider’s web. Each time, his ridged member tore through this web with relentless force, penetrating her deeply.

“Ugh, ah…!”

“Do you like it?”

“Huu….!”

“Do you like the ridged d*ck, Miss Heather?”

He turned his hips slowly, drawing circles and demanding an answer. Her pleasure-induced drool dripped from her open mouth.

“I, I like it….ridged d*ck, huu, good….”

“Ha… even while mating like an animal?”

In the midst of her blurred senses, his taunting words pierced her mind.

If she was a b*tch, then he was a stud. Such words didn’t affect her much and only fueled her excitement further. He was well aware of this. From the beginning, his goal was not to humiliate her but to provide her with the utmost pleasure.

“A human p*nis, haa, doesn’t normally have ridges. But seeing how well you’ve taken to it from the start, maybe Miss Heather, you’re better suited to mating with beasts than humans?”