Weed ~The One’s Gardener~ - Chapter 85

“I’m telling you, I like you. I like you.”

“Hana.”

Her clothes came undone. Weed’s delicate fingers brushed against her back and pulled her closer. With her arms and legs bound, Hana had no choice but to follow his movements.

“Uht, ah…”

His hot tongue gently traced her soft chest. His lips circled around the ar*ola, slowly savoring the coolness left from the night air. He nibbled lightly, pulling at the sensitive skin and rolling his tongue around it.

He knew exactly what made her body tremble with pleasure, every touch perfectly calculated.

“Huht… uhng…”

Normally, Hana would’ve held his head, pulling him closer, but she couldn’t. Her arms were bound by the vines, and the only sound was the rustling of delicate leaves brushing together. The moment Weed sensed her frustration, he pressed harder, using his tongue with even more intensity.

“Hng!”

As a dizzy feeling shot through her chest, Hana tilted her head back and moaned.

“Stay still.”

“Uht, Weed. Let me go. I want to touch you too.”

“Hana, just stay still. You don’t need to respond. It makes me happy to see you enjoy it.”

“Ah…”

When the fingers that had been caressing her waist slowly trailed down between her legs, Hana bit her lip in anticipation.

“It’s enough for me if you just feel me.”

“Uht, ung…!”

His thick fingers brushed against her swollen f*lds.

Even though she couldn’t see what was happening, she could feel the heat building within her body. The fingers, slick with her l*quid, slid across her bulging cli*oris. The sensation made her breath quicken. Her abdomen tingled.

“Huh-aht… Weed, this…!”

She couldn’t close her legs. As the vines that wrapped around her thighs held them apart, he stared at the space between her parted legs with an entranced gaze. The hand that had been stroking her back moved down to her hips. He pulled her closer and buried his face there.

“Ah, aah…!”

Weed’s tongue dipped into her, mixing his saliva with her liquid. Everywhere he touched, it felt like fire. The pleasure spread through her body.

His lips and tongue worked gently but something roughly.

Every shift in his angle caused his high-bridged nose to press against her cli*oris. It sent shivers of pleasure and goosebumps coursing through her.

“Uung… Ah, Weed…! /i>Uung!”

Normally, she would have instinctively tried to close her legs, but with the vines keeping them firmly spread apart, she had no choice. They weren’t holding her painfully, but when she tried to shift her legs or pull away, the vines would tug her back into place, keeping her wide open for him.

So he could continue to suck them easily.

“Weed, hu-ugh… let me go… <iHuht</i… I, I want to touch you too… To hold you… I really do. Weed, I like you."

She couldn’t touch him. He was solely focused on her pleasure, giving all of himself to it. She had only said she liked him during moments like this, but it wasn’t because she wanted him to see her that way. She didn’t want this to be the only time she expressed her love.

"Am I not enough?"

"No, no… Weed, ah…”

Weed glanced up at her, carefully watching her reactions. He took her red, sw*llen cli*oris into his mouth, teasing it with his wet lips and tongue. His hot breath and the slick movement of his tongue covered Hana with pleasure.

“Huaah!”

She let out a high-pitched moan mixed with sobs. She had been crying for a while now. Whether these tears were from the overwhelming pleasure or from lingering sorrow, she couldn’t tell anymore.

Her mind felt foggy and blurred.

“Huhh… uhng! Aahng!”

Even after she climaxed, trembling uncontrollably, Weed didn’t stop. He usually knew when to pull back when it became too much, but not this time. Hana was laid bare before him, unable to escape him or the overwhelming pleasure.

“Hana, hoo, Hana…”

“Weed, uh, ahng… ! Hhng…!”

He seemed to find satisfaction only in her moans. His low, quiet breaths made it seem as if he were performing some sacred ritual while she was the one left completely disheveled.

As Weed continued, Hana felt an intense desire building deep inside.

This wasn’t enough—she needed more. She wanted to hold him, to bury her face against his chest, to tell him she loved him while they were this close. Despite the pleasure washing over her, her hips moved restlessly. Weed wasn’t going to miss that movement.

“Hana, please like me….”

“I like you, I like… ahhh…! I like you…! Uht!”

Weed didn’t change anything. He focused solely on drawing out her pleasure, his tongue pressed firmly against her overly sensitive cli*oris. Just when her breath seemed to settle, he would expertly suck and lick, bringing her back to the edge.

But this time, it wasn’t just the familiar waves of pleasure washing over her. There was something new, something strange crawling up her body.

“Ahh… no… what… ahh!”

It was the vines—slender, smooth tendrils coiling around her waist, slithering upward to wrap around her breasts. Weed had often sucked on one of her breasts while teasing the other with his fingers, but now the vines mimicked that motion perfectly. No, it was exactly the same.

As both her bre*sts were gently massaged and the overwhelming pleasure between her legs intensified, Hana could only tremble helplessly, her mouth hanging open. It wasn’t long before her mind ignited with white-hot sensations, her thoughts turning blank.

A short gasp escaped her lips.

“Hah!”

“Is this what you like? If so, I’ll continue. Just stay like this for me.”

It was too much. It felt like being taken by several Weeds all at once.