Chapter 4

Hazel could only let out faint groans as Enoch’s fingers pressed against her tongue, making it difficult to breathe.  

“Haah… Ngh…”  

The sound of Enoch rubbing against Hazel’s hand filled the room. After thrusting his hips for a while, Enoch’s body suddenly stiffened, as if he had reached a light climax.  

Even though she hadn’t done anything, the space between her legs felt damp.  

While Enoch seemed dazed, Hazel thought about running away. But as soon as she moved, a shadow loomed over her head.  

“Where do you think you’re going?”  

Startled by the sharp tone, Hazel looked up and met his piercing gaze. His eyes were unmistakably wild.  

“Didn’t… didn’t we finish?”  

Since I had become a so-called “accomplice,” shouldn’t he let me go? 

But Enoch smirked as if it was only the beginning.  

“Do you really think it’s over?”  

Wow, seriously… how could this…  

She wanted to grab him by the collar and shout, “You’re not this kind of person!” But Hazel could only tightly shut her eyes. Enoch had bared his teeth and bitten down on her neck.  

“Hngh…!”  

Letting out a low moan, Hazel flinched. Enoch, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer, growled softly.  

He lifted Hazel effortlessly and carried her. Naturally, he laid her down on the sofa before slipping his hand deep into her undergarments.  

As his hand touched her sensitive areas, Hazel’s face twisted in discomfort.  

“W-wait…!”  

Each time he rubbed the dampened flesh, a lewd sound echoed in her ears.  

Feeling the wetness seeping out vividly, Hazel trembled, letting out a soft moan.  

The cool sensation against her sensitive skin made her shoulders flinch, but it was only fleeting. When his fingers parted her slick folds and pressed into her, she twisted her head with a muffled cry.  

There was no pain—only a tingling pleasure that made her hips quiver and a sharp sensation that seemed to pierce through her mind.  

Though she couldn’t claim to have lived a long life, this was a first for her. Her first love, whom she once believed to be innocent, was now behaving like a depraved man, overcome with excitement.  

The relentless waves of pleasure shook the last of her rationality. She had always thought of herself as someone with a low libido. She had never felt this kind of spark with the people she had dated before.  

But now, she began to wonder if she had been wrong.  

Despite his perversion, Enoch was the man she had once truly loved. Her first love, who had stirred the imagination of a young, passionate girl.  

Though the memories of her first love were now in shambles, it felt as if the fantasies she once had were coming true. Maybe that’s why she didn’t slap him, even though she could have.  

Each of Enoch’s gestures awakened something primal within her. The overwhelming pleasure left her unable to control her strength. Hazel grasped Enoch’s shoulders tightly, trembling uncontrollably.  

“E-Enoch! Hngh!”  

Her voice, mixed with sobs, escaped her lips. Each time his thick fingers pressed against her inner walls, her lower abdomen tightened.  

The sticky fluids mingled, creating obscene noises that echoed in the room. The sounds alone were so shockingly stimulating that Hazel’s mind began to blank out.  

Every time his fingers delved into her and rubbed against her tender flesh, she felt as though she was being pushed to the edge of a cliff.  

Unable to endure the overwhelming sensations, Hazel’s hips lifted involuntarily, her inner muscles clenching tightly around his fingers.  

“P-please… ah… ngh…”  

Her voice carried a pleading tone. This wasn’t enough. She needed something more intense.  

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Hazel pressed her face against his shoulder, begging softly.  

His lips trailed down her neck, leaving feather-light kisses on her swollen chest. His tongue avoided her hardened peaks, teasing the surrounding area instead.  

The ambiguous pleasure left Hazel biting down on her own lip in frustration.  

In response, Enoch lightly bit her chest, his hand, which had been caressing her thigh, slowly moving upward.  

He gently patted her trembling inner thighs before slipping his hand beneath her knees.  

“Ngh… ah…”  

The sensation of something trickling down below felt strange.  

Hazel’s hips lifted slightly as if seeking stronger sensations, while Enoch, holding back something with visible effort, let out a shaky breath.  

He withdrew his hand from her depths without hesitation and spread her legs wide apart, holding her knees.  

Exposed entirely, Hazel turned her head and tightly shut her eyes.  

“Look at me. You need to see who made me like this, don’t you?”  

Enoch’s low voice whispered softly.  

Hazel’s gaze naturally drifted toward the space between his legs, and her crimson eyes wavered.  

Enoch, meeting her shaken gaze, smiled gently.  

“How does it feel to be an accomplice?”  

Hazel couldn’t bring herself to answer. She couldn’t believe she had succumbed to him and ended up in this state.  

Yet, at the same time, a strange sense of anticipation made her heart race.  

He was her first love—the man she had genuinely liked, even to this day. Though it turned out her first love was an absurdly depraved man…  

His body radiated heat like a furnace. The weighty presence between his legs revealed his unrestrained desire.  

“Ngh… ahh!”  

The pleasure, bordering on pain, turned Hazel’s moans into cries. Desperate to escape Enoch, her hips kept lifting off the couch.  

But her strength was drained, her knees trembling, and Enoch’s weight kept her pinned. Hazel had no choice but to endure the full force of the pleasure.  

Enoch’s touch grew more intense as if his sole purpose was to ravage her.  

Experiencing such overwhelming pleasure for the first time, Hazel’s vision spun. As the sensation of release built up, she called out to him in a half-crying voice.  

“Enoch… ah… no… stop… ah, please…”  

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, leaving her unable to comprehend what she was saying anymore.  

The pressure in her lower abdomen built up, causing Hazel to clench her muscles tightly. But the sensation of something leaking out persisted. She could only think that it shouldn’t happen.  

Enoch pressed firmly against her tender flesh, stimulating her deeply while his thumb mercilessly rubbed her swollen cl*toris.  

The fiery sensation overwhelmed her, making Hazel reflexively tense her entire body.  

But she couldn’t withstand the stimulation any longer. Eventually, a clear stream of liquid shot out from between her legs, splashing onto Enoch.  

Droplets trickled down his neatly styled hair. Enoch, his cheeks flushed, licked up the liquid with his tongue.  

“Hah…”  

Letting out a soft sigh, he stimulated Hazel a few more times. The remaining fluids trickled down as Hazel trembled, gasping for air.  

What had just happened? 

Experiencing her first climax, Hazel blinked with dazed eyes.  

As her senses returned, Hazel’s face turned pale. Seeing Enoch drenched, she finally realized what she had done.  

Her face drained of color as she sat up, only for Enoch to lean in closer. Their lips naturally met, sticking together.  

His tongue slipped between her lips, intertwining with hers. The wet sounds grew louder as Hazel’s chest swelled with sensation.  

“Hah… ngh…”  

Enoch, unwilling to let their lips part even for a moment, firmly held the back of her head, devouring her breath.  

The overwhelming sensations cascading over her made it impossible for Hazel to open her eyes. Her body gradually fell backward.