Lionella barely propped herself up with her exhausted arms. Being always chained up meant she rarely used them to support her weight.

“…Uh.”

“Were you lying when you said you wanted it?”

“No, it’s true.”

No sooner had Lionella answered that Mishael roughly pulled her arm. She ended up draped over his torso, chest to chest. Barely propping herself up on his shoulders, their sweat-mingled skin stuck together then parted a beat late, spreading a strange pleasure from her n*pples. Annoyed by this sensation, wrinkles formed on Lionella’s brow.

“If you shake your waist well, I’ll believe you.”

“What…”

“That you broke it by mistake.”

“…”

“Try tightening your p*ssy harder.”

Lionella bit her lip, standing between his legs with her knees, keeping his body in between. Despite the multiple intense orgasms he had forced upon her, her legs still trembled, but she had no choice. If he found out she tried to draw blood again, Mishael would get even rougher.

The moment she gripped his c*ck and slowly lowered herself to align its tip with her opening…

“In exchange.”

Lionella tried not to show her natural resistance as she calmly looked at him.

“If you like it, grant me a favor.”

“Favor? We’ll see.”

“Aren’t you going to ask what it is?”

“I doubt I’ll ever need to know.”

Mishael snorted. Between her legs, he looked at the swollen mucosa and the dark red pillar that met, with a lustful gaze, pretending like it was nothing. Frowning at his demeaning tone, Lionella pushed her hips down.

“……Hng!”

Her entrance, which has been relaxed for a long time, effortlessly engulfed his girth. After receiving it almost daily for the past six months, she was accustomed to the feeling of instantly being filled. Yet, the sudden fullness overwhelmed her, involuntarily causing her to twist her waist and throw back her head.

The tip brushed on every fold smoothly, igniting excitement that instantly heated her lower regions.

“Uh, uh, ugh……!”

Lionella, supporting herself with her hands on his lower abdomen, rocked her hips back and forth. Each thrust made the deep-seated head move, seemingly burrowing deeper with each motion. Simultaneously, the solid pillar stirred her vaginal walls and entrance, intensifying the heat to the point of numbness.

“Ugh, hng, uh, ugh!”

Suppressing groans close to grunts, Lionella lifted her hips, relying on the hand she had on Mishael. The spread of her thighs caused the plump flesh of her v*lva to rub against his lower abdomen. The heated mucosa grazed against his body hair, leaking love juices on the area where they were joined together.

Weakly moving her hips and trying to withstand the rising heat, Lionella tightly closed her eyes. Her slender fingers were half-buried among strands of hair as radiant as silver.

Her wrists, always in handcuffs, ached. Tears welled up along her tightly shut eyelids.

“……Still so selfish, Miss Lily.”

“Sob……”

“You say you’ll take mine, f*ck, but you treat me like sh*t.”

“That’s because you……”

“Trying to go by yourself again, huh?”

Mishael, who had been lazily leaning back with his arms crossed behind him as if he was merely observing, scolded her with dissatisfaction. Tears brushed past Lionella’s nose as she earnestly moved her exhausted body. Splashing sounds echoed with every movement, wetly from the drenched coupling.

“If you’re gonna eat it, you gotta swallow the cum too,”

At his mocking tone, Lionella jerked her hips. In response to his instruction to tighten her v*gina, hse exerted strength in her breaths, making it difficult in her abdomen.

“You always grimace in disgust, trying not to eat what you don’t like?”

“Hmph, be quiet……”

“As expected of our Miss Lily.”

“Sob, ugh, hng……”

“Always looking for comfort because you were raised so delicately.”

He then lifted his body and pulled Lionella’s chin to swallow her lips. Slipping his tongue between the lips that couldn’t properly gather strength was like entering his own world. He stirred inside her mouth enough for her to recover from her fatigue.

“You shouldn’t be picky. I ate whatever was served at your house, even the dog food.”

“……”

Mishael chuckled and pushed away Lionella’s chin that he pulled towards him arbitrarily.

Leaning back again, his gaze scanned over Lionella’s body which was inclined in front of him. The silhouette of her br*asts was not fully visible due to her supporting arms, but they gathered in the middle forming a deep valley.

Rubbing against that seemed like it would be fun.

His throat was dry as he swallowed, despite having sucked on Lionella’s saliva, leaving his mouth parched.

Though he said that, it was inevitable for him to get excited. From Lionella taking him in directly, to her clumsy attempts at tightening around him – every aspect of the situation heightened his desire. The tightness of her embracing him was stimulating enough, and her awkward attempts at squeezing him made him nearly lose his mind.

He wanted to grab her hips and thrust as he pleased right then and there but managed to feign calmness instead.

“Do something about it. It feels like I’m going to die here.”

“You’re lying, huh……!”

“Why would I lie? Touch your chest.”

Lionella looked at him incredulously, and her green eyes shone brilliantly at him. Mishael felt a subtle joy. He liked the compliant Lionella who shrunk back under his command, but the thrill when she showed signs of her old temper was exhilarating.

He had made Lionella Parma his own. With a simple word or by acting on a whim, he could bring Lionella Parma, who once drove him to misery and despair, to such a state.

Just the thought seemed to make his d*ck even bigger. Mishael curled one corner of his mouth.

“You’d have to do something worth watching for me to come.”

“……”

“Straighten your back and gather your br*asts with both hands.”

Yet, the resentment in Lionella’s eyes did not fade away.

“If you do well what you’re told, I’ll grant your wish.”

Despite brightening up at the offer thrown like charity, Lionella’s gaze became even more miserable in response.

Feeling a large twitch deep inside her walls, Lionella obediently did as he asked. She spread her hands wide and rubbed her br*asts, then brought them together to form a cleavage. Mishael’s gaze, not missing a moment and burning with the flames of lust, was as cold as autumn frost when he spoke.

“Rub your br*asts. In circles, from top to bottom. Spread your fingers wide and grab as much as you can. Twist the n*pples. Just like I used to do.”

Perhaps because her whole body was heated up to every single hair due to climax, even touching herself stirred a subtle excitement. She could hardly believe she would do such things a few months ago, resisting the pleasure he forced upon her… Since being trapped in Mishael’s bedroom, she felt like she had become someone else.

No, thinking about that only made her feel more miserable. Just to satisfy that hypocritical tyrant, she rubbed and lightly scratched the base of her n*pple with her thumb and forefinger.

“Hmm…!”

A mysterious pleasure that originated from the peak colored her entire chest. Unknowingly, Lionella arched her back and convulsed as if she was thrusting out her chest.

It was then that Mishael moved. Not blinking even once, he imprinted her image on his retina, fixated on the excited face of Lionella and grabbed her thighs. Holding the deepest part of her thigh, he unknowingly began to gently shake her.

“Keep going. Continue…”

“Uhh, umm…”

“No, move one hand down and touch your p*ssy.”

Lionella glared at him with eyes that seemed about to cry at his increasingly outrageous commands. But Mishael, already too consumed by intense lust to bother about his waist moving like a dog’s, had no room to point anything out.

“Hurry.”

His touch on Lionella became more frantic. It felt like every thrust of his c*ck caught in the lips of her p*ssy lips echoed throughout her entire body.

“Quickly, hm?”

Overwhelmed by extreme excitement, Lionella timidly placed one hand on her v*lva. The tip of her finger was at the top of her l*bia, which had swollen enough to protrude between them since a while ago. Just a few touches from her fingertips caused spasms from her entrance to the deep inside walls.

“…F*ck.”

Suddenly, her vaginal walls squeezed his c*ck so hard that Mishael barely managed to hold back as he abruptly sat up.

He then swallowed what remained of her br*ast and sucked on the peak vigorously. In fact, Lionella had been imagining him doing this since she started caressing her own br*asts. He sucked on the br*ast flesh until it stretched out like a cone, chewed lightly on the base of the tip with his molars, and nibbled on the top groove with his front teeth.

“Huh, umm…!”

“Keep touching your p*ssy.”

As he growled those words while squeezing the remaining br*ast away from her, Lionella had no choice but to comply obediently. She wanted to numb her brain with the approaching climax again to forget this humiliation, and more than that, she hoped this situation would end as Mishael got what he wanted.

The movements of Lionella’s hand rubbing her own flesh sped up. Her groin, thighs, and waist trembled and weakened, making it hard to keep upright. She collapsed toward the man sucking on her br*ast, offering him her chest. The angle of insertion changed, making the v*gina that tightly clung to him convulse anew and her inner walls flutter. She resisted being overwhelmed by the movement squeezing his p*nis, and Mishael sucked on the br*ast roughly.

“Umm, umm, huh, umm…!”

Finally, a climax that seemed to pierce through her back struck Lionella continuously, causing the vaginal walls to contract and tightly squeeze the p*nis at that moment.

“Huh…!”

Mishael then flipped her over, laying Lionella down and began thrusting his waist.

“Hah, umm, huh! Umm, huh…!”

His thrusting continued with their bare chests pressed close enough together and only their hips moving. Mishael thrust his waist quickly, wanting to push his gl*ns that was already deep inside, even deeper. Trying to squeeze into an already tight space, the swollen and hardened gl*ns repeatedly hit her cervix.

“Huh! Ah! Too deep! Huh!”