Chapter 7

Her belly was filled and emptied by his firm manhood, and she was so aroused that her face and skin flushed red, losing their usual pale color.

Her once beautiful golden hair was long since disheveled. Strands lay across her exposed shoulders, her nape, and her marked, soaked chest.

Her school jacket, blazer, and blouse were barely hanging on, all buttons undone and no longer resembling proper clothing. Only the ribbon tied at the blouse’s collar remained, still hanging around Reshu’s neck.

Her skirt was flipped up, serving no purpose except to make a rustling sound each time Milian’s movements became rough, oddly heightening her excitement.

“Haa, mm, mm, hng! Hng, mm! Haa, mm…!”

Now, Reshu’s voice sounded almost pleading. More. Make me dirtier. Show me more. Drive me crazier. Ravish me more. Pound me more. Do whatever you want with me.

Milian pinned Reshu down over the desk, moving his body violently and relentlessly. Unable to resist, Reshu sobbed again and again. Tears streamed down her cheeks repeatedly, eventually turning into real crying.

“Hng, mm, hng…!”

She hadn’t wanted to cry out loud, but even that last pride was broken. Reshu cried and cried as if overcome with sorrow, moving her flushed hips and waist. Her body betrayed her completely, moving on its own to taste even more of the pleasure Milian’s penetration brought, even as her last pride crumbled.

How long did she cry? Soon, her once clean face was drenched in tears. Fluids dripped from their joined bodies, soaking her thighs. Now, Reshu had only one wish: for all this to end soon.

She had no space to think about what came after. She couldn’t even tell if she liked or disliked the pleasure she was tasting now. Everything was just too much; the thought of enduring this pleasure any longer made her vision blur, and no matter what happened, she just wanted it to end.

“Milian…. Milian.”

Reshu desperately called the name of the brown-haired young man who loved her, unaware of how her voice sounded—so sensual and longing.

“Milian, please, I… now, end, hng.”

“….”

“End it, please, mm?”

Like magic, the grip that had held her wrists loosened. And in the next moment, almost magically, Reshu’s body felt weightless, lifted lightly into the air. Milian whispered,

“Mm.”

Holding Reshu up, Milian began to move wildly, almost savagely. Reshu could only support herself by bracing her palm against the wardrobe, using it for balance.

“Hik, hng, hng, aaah! Hng, hng, Milian.”

“Mm.”

“So deep, hng.”

“You don’t like it?”

“No, hng, mm.”

“If you like it, so do I.”

Milian spoke in a voice filled with pure joy, so blind it was almost frightening. What followed was a relentless, fierce thrusting with no mercy.

Lifted in Milian’s arms, Reshu endured his wild movements with her whole body, feeling her vision flash white again and again. At the same time, she was afraid. The pleasure she felt was so intense, but she sensed the ‘real’ climax hadn’t come yet. And her ominous feeling was, as always, never wrong.

“Ah…!”

With a final cry like a scream, Reshu could say no more. She couldn’t feel anything, couldn’t move. It was an extreme climax.

Perhaps thinking she liked it, Milian kept lifting and thrusting deeper into Reshu, making her feel like she would lose her mind. The already intense climax, with Milian refusing to stop, turned into a pleasure so fierce and overwhelming it felt almost violent.

“…Mm…!”

Suddenly, Reshu bit her lip with a sharp cry. Her body felt strange—there was no other way to describe it.

Her senses were so heightened that even the slightest touch anywhere felt dizzyingly pleasurable. At this rate, just a stroke of Milian’s hand on her cheek or upper arm would send her over the edge again.

Her mind melted away. The intense pleasure wrapped around every nerve and blood vessel. It was a joy she’d never tasted, never imagined could exist in her world. Now that she’d experienced it, she felt it would be etched into her body forever, and she would never be able to live without seeking it again. It was maddening.

“Mil…ian.”

Reshu whimpered and pleaded.

“More… give me more. Right now, it feels so good….”

Milian caressed the back of Reshu’s hand, his voice trembling with joy close to madness as he whispered,

“Reshu, do you like it?”

“Yes, hng.”

“When I do this, do you feel it?”

“Mm.”

“When I kiss you, do you feel it? When I touch you, do you feel it? When I lick and bite you, do you get wet and excited? Do you want me inside you, Reshu?”

“….”

“Do you like it when I’m inside?”

Finally, Reshu poured out all her built-up emotions.

“I like… it….”

After that, it was a whirlpool of madness. Milian, without hesitation, thrust into Reshu even as she cl*maxed, driving her rough and hard. Reshu whimpered and muffled her screams with her hand. If she didn’t, she felt she would lose her mind to the pleasure.

Palming the wardrobe, sprawled over the desk, lifted into the air, they changed positions again and again, countless times, each act rougher than the last. Neither could stop. Even as Reshu kept sobbing that she’d reached her limit, she couldn’t escape the extreme pleasure that engulfed her body. As long as Reshu was happy, Milian had no intention of stopping.

At the end, Milian hugged Reshu and jumped onto the bed. The soft mattress and blanket welcomed her. After all the crying, Reshu’s eyes were long since red and her hair a tangled mess.

But as she looked up at Milian, he seemed more captivating than ever. He was no longer the calm, tidy young man with green eyes she was used to. He was a deeply sensual man, swept up in obsession, excitement, and tender longing.

“…But.”

“Mm?”

“I don’t know, at least I wanted to look prettier than this….”

Reshu, covering her face with her palm as she spoke, was pulled away by Milian’s hand gripping her wrist. Milian gazed at her with an expression of utter incomprehension.

“You’re beautiful.”

And with a strange passion in his eyes, he said,

“If you told me to die, I’d die, you’re that beautiful.”

Milian’s shirt was soaked with sweat. Reshu reached out and undid his shirt buttons. His sculpted, firm body was revealed. As she touched Milian’s bare skin, Reshu pulled him close and whispered softly to him, a little seductively.

“Move just like this.”

Milian gently stroked Reshu’s hair, then softly wrapped her head in his hand. What happened after that, Reshu could barely remember.

All she recalled was being overwhelmed again and again by pleasure so intense it made her lose her mind, crying out and sobbing, and, in the end, her body arching like a bow, her arms and legs going stiff, unable to move at all….

When she reached the peak, Milian’s expression changed, like a beast catching the scent of blood, and he bit her shoulder and collarbone. He shamelessly whispered, “You’re sucking me in so lewdly,” and though Reshu wanted to hit him, she couldn’t believe how her own body responded….

…When she came to, it was dawn.

Reshu was in Milian’s arms. His warm body heat wrapped around her, and his scent seeped deep into her heart. Milian’s scent was a mix of many things: sweat, hair, a strange excitement, and the smell of s*men….

How many times had they gone at it without tiring, how many rounds before they finally fell asleep? When she tried to recall the previous night, her mind was filled only with memories of all the unspeakable things they did together, here and there, clinging to each other. She couldn’t even begin to count how much or what exactly had happened.

“Reshu….”

Sensing that Reshu was awake, Milian smiled softly. Now that she thought about it, Reshu hadn’t seen Milian smile much before. That night together, seeing Reshu’s reactions, it was almost the first time Milian had smiled.

“I liked it best… when we were in bed. Because I could see your face… and your chest… Your hair is pretty… And standing at the desk was uncomfortable… Lying in bed, you didn’t seem uncomfortable at all….”

Mumbling as if in a dream, Milian hugged Reshu tighter.

“It was really good… I wish we could do it again….”

Half-asleep, Milian mumbled and soon drifted off again. Even with just a faint smile, he looked like the happiest person in the world.