Weed ~The One’s Gardener~ - Chapter 86

“Uhng. Ahng!“

Hana couldn’t manage to speak to Weed any longer. All that escaped her lips were moans.

Out of embarrassment or perhaps because she couldn’t bear it any longer, she tried to curl up or wave her arms around. But every time she thought the vines would release her, they tightened their hold again, wrapping around her entire body and making her feel as if she was about to lose her mind. The vines weren’t just binding her; they were moving with a clear, sensual purpose. They mimicked Weed’s habits, touching her as if they knew every sensitive spot and weakness she had.

Who could have ever imagined something like this?

Tied up by plants, her body completely exposed, helplessly succumbing to wave after wave of pleasure. It might have been easier if the pleasure made her lose her mind quickly, but instead, it was gentle, teasing, and torturously slow, building up until it finally exploded. It left her senses completely paralyzed, as though she were floating—and she was.

The vines kept her suspended, wrapped around her body, holding her aloft.

“Huuu… Ung. Huhk…!“

In the moonlit forest, her body was spr*ad wide like a flower petal, her legs trembling as the sweet honey dripped between them, her mo*ns filling the quiet night.

The act didn’t stop, and Weed showed no signs of tiring. His tongue circled her cli*oris before drawing it in with a gentle suck. At the same time, the pressure on both her bre*sts increased. Hana trembled, her breath catching in her throat.

“Huahng…!“

It felt like she might die from this. She had already come countless times in the same way.

Her breathing was ragged, her mind on the verge of collapse. If Weed was enjoying this with her, it might have been different, but this act was entirely focused on drowning her in pleasure, with no clear end in sight.

There was no escape from this relentless pleasure.

“Ah, ah, ahh…! Ahng…!“

Just as her thoughts were about to fall into despair, another sweet wave of pleasure crashed over her, rendering her mind blank. It was as if Weed wanted to make sure she couldn’t think at all. His tongue dipped inside, eagerly lapping up the honey. His fingers, slick with her ju*ces, pressed against her cli*oris and massaged it. The way he teased and scratched lightly at her sensitive fl*sh made her twist in desperate need.

Understanding her silent plea, Weed pressed firmly, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure.

“Hahk!”

When Hana couldn’t bear it anymore and thrashed, the vines shifted, adjusting her body into a more comfortable position. They weren’t punishing or restraining her harshly, yet there was no escaping their grasp.

“Do you like it?”

“Ung. Uhng! Anhg!”

For a brief moment, he pulled away, only to bring his face back to her va*ina. It was clear that no matter how she reacted, he had no intention of stopping.

The vines began to tease the sensitive skin around her ears and the back of her neck.

Feather-light leaves and smooth, tender stems caressed her as if they were licking her skin. Her entire body itched, the sensation driving her mad. If someone didn’t scratch the itch, she felt like she might lose her mind.

“Weed, please… Ah…!”

Every hair on her body stood on end as Hana shook her head. She tried to escape the soft leaves tickling her neck and ears. But no matter how much she tried to avoid them, they only pulled back briefly, returning again and again to gently stroke her. They were as persistent and delicate as if they were Weed’s clones.

There was no way to resist as she would get tired.

“Ah-huk…! Hunt, uht, ah…!”

The sensation on her bre*sts intensified. The soft, tender vines coiled around her stiff, sensitive n*pples, exerting just the right amount of pressure. Her back arched in response. The stimulation was so precise, it felt as if Weed himself were sucking on both simultaneously.

The vines adjusted her body again, shifting her arms and legs to prevent discomfort. They alternated between lifting her arms up and down, easing the strain on her limbs. Each time her position changed slightly, her legs were spread even wider.

“Ah, again again… haa…!”

She came again.

Hana trembled uncontrollably, her head falling back. Her face was a mess with tears of pleasure. Her mouth hung open, drooling.

“Huugh! Weed, let go, uhng! Let me go…!”

“Why? Is there something you don’t like?”

“It’s good, hu-ng! I said it feels good!”

“I can keep doing this for you. You like it, don’t you? Then why ask me to let you go? You’ll just leave me if I do!”

“I’m not leaving… Hu-ugh… Huaah!“

“Please keep loving me like this. Yes? Hana, I’m useful. I can always make sure you don’t feel pain. I can make you feel good, just like this. I can provide anything you need. Whatever you want, I will get it for you. Wherever you want to go, I will go with you. I can take you anywhere. Yes? Hana, Hana. I’m useful. Don’t leave me….”

“Hu-hk!“

Even as Weed pleaded, his hands didn’t stop.

As another climax hit, Hana trembled, tears streaming down her face. She needed to think—find a way to stop him from this relentless rampage.

Weed was misunderstanding everything. Did he really believe that, all this time, he had been nothing more to her than a tool? That she only saw him as someone to use for pain relief, for convenience, or as a s*xual tool?

No. No, absolutely not!

That wasn’t how she felt about him at all! She cherished his presence by her side. She liked his smile. She wanted him to be happy. She had always believed they shared the same feelings, but now, everything was so twisted.

Saying, “I like you,” wasn’t meant to be reserved only for moments like this. Somewhere along the way, things had gone wrong, and she didn’t know how to fix it. No matter how many times she said it, he just didn’t seem to understand.