The Omega Princess and Her Two Leashes - Chapter 109 - 🔞

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Chapter 109

Leybid started to lift his teacup but stopped, realizing his fingertips were trembling. He was confused, unsure why he was so shaken. Arlenrose had offered to take him in her mouth.

He’d certainly made her do it before. It had always been the most humiliating and agonizing experience for her. He’d found her distress amusing and had demanded it a few more times, but she was so clumsy it diminished the pleasure. It was far more satisfying to thrust into her yielding heat than to endure her fumbling mouth.

And yet, just now, Arlenrose had offered to do it of her own volition. He should have been thrilled, excited. Instead, a foreign, unfamiliar feeling seeped into him. Leybid examined the feeling, turning it over in his mind before finally recognizing it. It was wretchedness. He felt wretched.

Arlenrose had just drawn a line, making it clear that nothing but the physical existed between them. The moment he tried to step over that line, she’d pushed him back, firmly and decisively.

But why did that bother him? Leybid couldn’t understand his own misery. He was the one who had wanted this kind of relationship with Arlenrose. The feeling he’d experienced while walking with her through the back alleys returned.

His breath caught in his throat, his chest ached with unease. He felt as if he’d made a terrible, irreversible mistake, as if he’d misbuttoned the first button and only just realized it far too late.

But why? What did it matter? Arlenrose was right. He had never valued her. Far from it. He’d treated her like an object. Arlenrose Vi Fleurose was a plaything, forced into his grasp through blackmail. Nothing more. She was meant to be a temporary amusement, to be discarded when he grew tired of her.

Why should he feel wretched over someone he considered so insignificant? Why should his heart plummet with the feeling of having made a grave error?

Leybid, having momentarily lowered his gaze, let out a self-deprecating chuckle. His body was more honest, more accurate than his mind. Even as he wrestled with these thoughts, blood was steadily pooling below his waist.

He stopped his ruminations, lifted his head, and met Arlenrose’s gaze. Slowly, he curved his lips into a smile—his usual flippant, roguish smirk. “Such confidence from a princess who isn’t particularly skilled in that area. What makes you think it’s such a valuable offering?” He knew, with a sinking feeling, that he would regret these words later.

“Perhaps you’ve been diligently practicing? Then, by all means, demonstrate your improved skills.”

He deliberately emphasized each word, taunting her.

“Ha…” If she had recoiled in disgust, as she usually did, Leybid might have felt better. But Arlenrose only chuckled, as if expecting this. The emotion that flickered across her face was relief, and for some reason, it made Leybid feel even more wretched.

The feeling was fleeting. Arlenrose rose from the sofa, walked across the room, and locked the door. As he listened to the sound of her approaching footsteps, Leybid unfastened his trousers. By the time she returned and stood before him, his er3ction sprang free, bobbing slightly. She paused, her gaze fixed on it. Her clear violet eyes seemed to hold a hint of mockery.

Arlenrose slowly knelt. Her slender, pale fingers wrapped around his engorged length, stroking it. Leybid swallowed a soft moan as she brushed the glistening tip with her fingertips.

“Hmm…” Her hand slid down to his base, cupping him, and his er3ction strained towards her lips. The distance between them closed, and her lips parted. The sight of her red gums, tongue, and even teeth, opened wide in anticipation of what she was about to take in, was maddeningly er0tic.