He did. Without waiting for her answer, Penchev pushed her hand away, pulled her legs closer, and pressed his lips to her parted p*ssy.

“Ugh…”

The hot breath against her sensitive spot made her lower abdomen flutter. He started by kissing her softly, then licked her slit with his tongue.

“Mm…”

Ignoring her attempt to stifle her moans, he licked her again, then gently circled her cl*t with his tongue, making her thighs tremble. When he took her cl*t into his mouth and sucked, her thighs, which he held tightly in his hands, quivered.

Though she had been touched or rubbed before, this was the first time she was being orally pleasured. The unfamiliar sensation made her moan break apart in her hands.

Only after her cl*t was fully swollen did he release it, without bothering to wipe the juices from his chin. He then pressed his tongue into her entrance.

Startled by the sudden intrusion, she soon grabbed his hair, and feeling encouraged, he pushed his head further, thrusting his tongue deeper.

His sharp nose rubbed against her cl*t, and her juices flowed down his tongue, mouth, and chin.

He swallowed eagerly, then used his stiffened tongue to probe her hot inner walls, rubbing the mucous membranes. The tightening walls and her moans excited him.

“Mm, ah, ah…”

As her moans grew louder, Penchev intensified his invasion until he noticed her walls contracting rapidly. He withdrew his tongue, then took her cl*t into his mouth again, flicking it with his tongue.

“Ah! Ah! Mm, ah…”

As he did so, Lysith reached her climax, her body trembling. Penchev eagerly drank her flowing juices, then kissed her still-quivering entrance.

While Lysith caught her breath, Penchev quickly removed his black jacket, white shirt, and meticulously ironed black pants.

Now only in his drawers, he lifted Lysith from the sofa. Pressing his lips to her flushed cheek, he removed his drawers with one hand and unbuttoned her thin nightgown.

Surprised by his firm body, Lysith placed her hands on his shoulders. Though he appeared thin, he was surprisingly well-built, with tightly packed muscles. …They felt good to touch. As she slid her hand over his shoulder, she widened her eyes at the size of his c*ck pressing against her thigh.

‘This is definitely a game, yes. It’s a game.’

She wondered how he managed to hide such a size and thickness. His fully er*ect c*ck was rubbing against her lower abdomen.

Unaware of Lysith’s inner shock, Penchev nuzzled his face against hers, acting playful rather than affectionate. Excited by the feel of her soft br*asts against his firm body, he lifted her with both hands and aligned the tip of his c*ck with her entrance.

It was clearly too big to go in all at once, but Penchev seemed intent on doing just that. Lysith wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn’t get the words out as he lowered her onto him.

“Ah, w-wait…”

Seeing her struggle, he paused and moved one hand to her er*ect cl*t, rubbing it with his thumb. Her insides tightened suddenly, then relaxed, secreting more fluids and slowly accepting him.

For the first time, Lysith saw Penchev’s brows furrow. As he continued to rub her cl*t, he slowly lowered her, and her relaxed inner walls began to take him in.

“Ha… ha…”

“……”

Penchev bit his lip as her walls squeezed his c*ck. Lysith, unable to adapt to the sensation of being filled, struggled.

Once he had calmed down, he sought her lips, kissing her deeply while gently moving his hips. Seeing that she wasn’t in pain, he lifted her with both hands and lowered her again.

“Ah…!”

As his c*ck scraped her inner walls, it felt like it was piercing through her. Even though it wasn’t her first time, she seemed to adapt quicker than expected.

Lifting and lowering her again, he thrust his hips upward. His gray eyes locked onto her blue ones, finding pleasure within them, and he began to move.

“Ah! Why…”

“……”

The man who usually answered her so well was now silent. She wanted to say something, but each thrust made her insides quiver, leaving her mouth to release only moans and saliva.

With every step, her insides were noticeably stirred. The fear of falling and the excitement of receiving him in this position made her juices flow, soaking Penchev’s thighs.

“Ha… ha…”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her back touched the cold wall. The coolness against her heated body made her shiver briefly. As she sighed in relief, Penchev bit her lip lightly and spoke.

“Miss.”

“Mm… yes.”

“I can’t promise to be gentle from now on.”

“What, oh… ah!”

It seemed he had positioned her against the wall for this purpose. His thrusts were not just deep but forceful, making it feel like he was pounding rather than thrusting.

Instead of searching for a specific spot, he moved his hips as if he didn’t know any better. But with his size, it felt like every thrust hit a sensitive spot.

“Ah! Ah… ha…”

Her legs dangled in the air, shaking up and down. His thrusts were too strong and fast for her to keep up with, not that she could in this position.

Penchev pulled out until only the tip remained inside, then thrust back in, moving his hips instinctively. He never took his eyes off her, even as sweat dripped into them.

“You’re… too…”

“Look… at me, Miss.”

At his insistence, her wandering gaze finally focused. Pressing his forehead to hers, he looked at her with a predatory gaze.

Despite his rough thrusts, she clung to his shoulders, unsure if she was overwhelmed by embarrassment or another emotion. His vertical pupils made him look like he would devour her.

With each thrust, their mixed fluids dripped down his balls and legs, making a splattering sound on the floor.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh drowned out everything else.

Her inner walls were tight and hot, clinging to his c*ck as if they were trying to keep him inside forever.

And those eyes…

There was no discomfort or fear in them. Only pleasure reflected in her dilated pupils.

“Ah, stop…”

His thrusts were so strong that the flesh-on-flesh contact began to sting. She wanted to shake her head, but their foreheads were pressed together.

When she closed her eyes tightly, he paused, then pulled out slowly before thrusting back in quickly.

“Ah… ha…”

Her eyes flew open, and she cl*maxed, looking into his eyes. His pupils, sharp and cat-like, seemed to lick at her.

After a brief kiss, Penchev resumed his thrusting, making her realize he hadn’t cl*maxed yet.

“No… ah… I’m still…”

“Ugh…”

Penchev almost came from the feeling of her spasming walls but held back. He continued thrusting, resisting the urge to stay inside her, and pulled out, rubbing his c*ck against her p*ssy as he came.

“Ugh… Miss…”

“Ha…”

Her head fell against his shoulder, saliva dripping down to her collarbone. After finishing, he carried her to the bed.

Even as the quest notifications sounded, she was too exhausted to pay attention.

[Sub Quest Complete!]
‘LV.4 – Try a New and Fresh Position!’
Clear!
[Special Reward for Remembering the TIP!]
[Sub Quest Completion Reward!]
[Reward: Enhanced Passive ‘The Melancholy Of A Divorced Woman’]
[Next Level Sub Quest Generated!]
[Calculating the situation…]
[Loading Next Level Sub Quest…]
0/100%

She had completed the quest and received an unexpected reward, but she was too tired to care.

‘Ah, maybe I can sleep now…’ she thought, but his still-hard c*ck hitting her p*ssy with each step made it clear that wasn’t the case.

As Penchev laid her on the bed, his c*ck still firm against her, he gently stroked her back.

Just as her eyes met his, he flipped her over and raised her hips.