“Who else did you spread your legs for?”

“Huh?”

“Besides me, who else did you open yourself to? Hmm? Be honest, Vivian.”

Bel smiled with a strange expression. His low, sticky laughter sounded incredibly sexy—I had certainly thought so before, and my opinion hadn’t changed.

Looking down at the reddish bite marks blooming across my white chest, I asked, “Why should I tell you that?”

A hint of irritation seemed to flash across Bel’s lips. Not anger, just inexplicable annoyance.

“Ah, right. I suppose you don’t need to answer my questions.”

His long fingers parted my wet l*bia and invaded mercilessly, like he was punishing me for not answering. Though his fingers were thin for a man, three at once brought intense pain rather than pleasure. I endured the stimulation with my knees raised outside his thighs in a position of punishment, finally letting out a pain-filled moan.

“Ugh, hnngh, B-Bel, ah…!”

When I quickly raised my hips to escape the pain that jolted me to my senses, Bel grabbed my waist and forced me back down. Something thick plunged deep inside my slick interior, all the way to the root.

“Ha, ahk!”

The familiar, spine-tingling pleasure made me cry out loudly. Startled, I hurriedly tried to cover my mouth, but Bel held my body and thrust his hips upward in one swift motion.

“What are you afraid of? That the Princess will wake up? I told you she won’t wake until morning.”

“Mmph! Ah, ahh, mmm, hnngh!”

He drove his hips rapidly upward from below. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my lips there, biting back my moans. Every time I did this, Bel kept trying to pull me away, making me want to cry.

My body shook frantically up and down with his rhythm. The entangled friction sounds from our connected parts echoed embarrassingly loud and clear.

“Mm, mmm, ha…”

My insides, drenched with fluid, heated up with pleasure. Yes, that was exactly how it felt—my entire body melting into hot foam, bursting and crumbling haphazardly in Bel’s hands. I felt like I was being rolled and ravaged mindlessly in his palms.

“Bel, ahng, ah! Ah, haah!”

My thighs, making wet, sticky sounds as they met and parted, glistened with flower oil. Fluids mixed with oil overflowed between my legs.

Bel stopped thrusting, pulled my head back by the hair, tightly embraced my concave waist, and urgently pressed his lips to mine.

Even that brief moment left me impatient, so I began moving my hips first, slowly. I rocked back and forth unhurriedly, then drew circles with my hips while feeling Bel’s hands gripping me tightly enough to break me.

“Vivi.”

The breaths tangled in our mouths grew steeper and more intense. He separated his lips and exhaled roughly against my chin. I enjoyed watching his expression subtly squirm with each movement of my pelvis and felt satisfied by his cheeks flushed with the same heat that consumed me.

Soon his hands slid down and firmly grasped my pale b*ttocks.

“Ah, hng, ah, that hurts.”

When I trembled from the strong grip that would leave red handprints, Bel lifted me up and suddenly rose from his spot.

My body, instantly floating in midair, wobbled unsteadily. Each time Bel thrust upward, my body fell with gravity, plunging deeply with my full weight. His er*ction, standing like a weapon, mercilessly penetrated my insides, hitting deep spots. I threw my head back and trembled with breath at the extreme pleasure that made my vision go white.

“B-be, ah! Bel, mm, uh, haaah…”

He cradled my thrown-back head and pulled me against his chest. Then he slipped his hand between my knees, held my back, and rapidly thrust his member in again. Thump, thump—flesh collided, and sticky breaths tangled in the air.

“Ah… Hngh!”

The sensation of his p*nis filling my lower abdomen was overwhelmingly vivid. It felt like my body was being vertically skewered. Unable to endure, I dug my nails into his shoulders, moaning and crying. Damn Bel, you devil! The overflowing pleasure made even breathing properly difficult.

My body, completely folded in half, clung to his lower abdomen and rocked violently up and down.

“Ha, uh, mmm, uh, ha, haah, stop…!”

But at that moment.

“…”

A voice laden with thick pheromones flowed into my ear. Not Imperial language, nor Helcamber tongue, but an unidentifiable whisper.

That sensually charged voice, ecstatic to the ear, carried an indescribable, irresistible power.

The smoky, hazy voice took form and fogged through my mind. What was stranger still was that the moment I heard that strange language, I understood it clearly and acted accordingly.

[Move.]

An absolute command that couldn’t be disobeyed dominated my brain and paralyzed my consciousness.

“You…”

“So you do understand.”

Having obtained the response he wanted, Bel released a heavy laugh that rumbled against my ear.

Celestial language.

The language used by celestial beings who had fallen from the heavenly realm to live in the mortal world. But this was curiously different—not perfectly matching, more like a dialect mixed with another species’ language. Nevertheless, the words he uttered were undoubtedly not of this world.

Even I didn’t know why I could understand the celestial language. It was something I had naturally acquired since birth. Of course, I couldn’t understand everything—just simple words. 

Like a second foreign language that had seeped in from daily life, perhaps from having one foreign parent. Some might say the reason was tied to my birth, but I wasn’t naive enough to readily believe that.

“How did you…”

Bel’s voice, seemingly containing deadly poison yet hypnotically compelling, wouldn’t leave my ear. The language he used was similar to Shahan’s but clearly had different aspects.

Was Bel not human? Or perhaps a hybrid with human blood?

Low whispers flowed into my ear along with the sweet scent of kamora. No, this time they poured in abundantly. My vision became like multiple streams of water, swaying like waves. My heated auditory nerves completely blocked out all ambient noise except Bel’s voice.

Though the space originally contained only the two of us with nothing but the friction sounds of flesh, even those became inaudible.

[Vivi, how does it feel?]

In the perfect vacuum where all noise was blocked, only the devil’s whisper filled my ears.

Even amid this, I cried out loudly at the p*nis steadily pounding below. Truly, truly, only this man and I remained in this white space where no one else existed.

“Ha, haah, ah! Mmph!”

My senses waited only for Bel’s caresses, like I was under hypnosis. If he didn’t provide them, I wanted to cling to his n*ked body, greedily sucking and licking, happy to be thrown into this abyss of lust where I could endlessly mix bodies with this man. I wanted to writhe in the overflowing spring of pleasure and receive his s*men until it filled me to the throat.

I wanted to devour him fiercely and be devoured in return.

In my crumbling consciousness, I barely managed to move my tongue. I needed to answer—to say it felt good, to beg for more, to plead for harder thrusts.

A transparent liquid, tears or something else, wet the corners of my eyes.

“…What have you done to me?”

[How does it feel, Vivian.]

“Who, mmph! Mmm, who exactly are you…”

[Helcamber’s assassin.]

“No, that’s not… haah, mm!”

Each time our g*nitals joined, fluids foamed between them. My entire body shattered under the flood of pleasure. I felt like I could intertwine my legs with his and become one forever. Bel wouldn’t tire, after all.

Though the pleasure drove me mad, all I could do was sob. At that moment, Bel exhaled roughly and embraced our pressed bodies tightly.

[Vivi, I’m asking for the third time. How does it feel?]

“G-good, mmph, it feels good, ha, so good I, mmm, think I’m going to die.”

[Would you like more?]

His voice, deep and low like a cave, reverberated through my brain. My entire body echoed, completely entranced. When an irresistible force gently pressed my chin down, I nodded frantically and licked his lips with my tear-soaked mouth.

“Give me more, okay? Hurry…”

Though I clearly screamed “this isn’t right” hundreds of times in my mind, I was helpless.

My body doesn’t feel like my own. With trembling thighs, I called his name urgently.

[When making a request, you should beg desperately. Tell me what you want me to do.]

Instead of granting my demand, Bel walked to the Princess’s bedroom with his p*nis still inside me.

I clung to his neck, nearly sobbing, pleading with a wet face. Completely forgetting that our destination was the bed where the Princess slept, I could only blink back tears.

“Do it, do it, please. Ah, inside… mmph.”

[Inside? You’re already holding me inside—what more do you want?]

“That’s, that’s not it, more, hng, mm, deeper…”

Pleasure crushed my shame. Only lust remained. I clung to Bel’s embrace, frantically smothering my bright red shame so it would never raise its head again.

[Vivian, turn your head.]

When I obeyed the command, the sleeping face of the Princess appeared at the edge of my vision. When had we reached the bedroom? My mind was hazy. My lower abdomen tightened with tension, gripping the buried member tightly, and a pleasant moan flowed from above my head.

Bel kissed my forehead lightly and asked:

[What do you think would happen if we were caught?]

“N-no, mmm, this isn’t, isn’t right…”

[Yet you still want me to thrust into you.]

He lifted my b*ttocks slightly and slowly rotated his hips. The sensation of the rounded bulge below his gl*ns scraping my inner walls drove me crazy. Though I seemed to have climbed to climax several times already, new waves of pleasure rushed in again.

Bel laid my body down beside the Princess and moved his hips slowly. I hadn’t noticed earlier in my daze, but he seemed to have already ej*culated once. The evidence was the stains left on the floor, despite having moved with his member still inside me.

Listening to his hypnotic whispers, I managed to spread my weakened legs. His p*nis, having already released its seed, swelled again inside me with frightening intensity.

Unconsciously thinking we shouldn’t be discovered, my moans were noticeably more subdued than before, which Bel found unsatisfying. Yet instead of tormenting me further, he simply thrust his hips faster as time passed.

Stop, ah, hm, I’m going crazy—I repeated the same phrases, completely limp. I tried burying my cries in the blanket, but it was all useless. Strangely, his p*nis, already filling me enough to cause a dull ache in my lower abdomen, seemed to swell even more.

What kind of being was Bel to know the forgotten celestial language? How much larger could this impossible size grow? His hypnotic voice circled around my ears.