It was an outrageously explicit thing to say. Nate, with no immunity to things like that, could only let both cheeks flush red.

Damon held Nate’s gaze and kneaded her br*asts, then found her n*pple with his thumb and forefinger and pinched it. The n*pple, caught through the dress, stiffened upright. He scratched at it with his fingertip, and her waist kept jolting in small spasms.

“Ngh, st-stop it…… Hmm, hh.”

Damon lowered his head at her quiet voice and pressed his lips to her br*ast. More precisely, he pressed them to the raised n*pple.

“No, Nate. Not stop, you should be asking for more.”

“Mmh, hh……”

“If it feels good, say so. Ask me to touch your br*asts more, and also here……”

Damon moved his other hand and ran it along Nate’s thigh. Then he hastily lifted her dress. Nate tried to stop him too late. Damon already had the full skirt of the dress flipped up and settled himself between her legs with practiced ease.

In other words, Nate was now in an extremely embarrassing position. Bare thighs exposed, legs parted in front of him.

Both of Damon’s hands gripped her thighs roughly. He bent at the waist and lowered his head. Right before his eyes was Nate’s white underwear.

“Oh, D-Young lord Damon… y-you can’t look there. This position is too……”

Flustered, Nate tried urgently to push Damon away. But instead of being pushed back, he buried his face between her legs without a shred of shame.

His high nose bridge pressed firmly against the spot where her cl*t was through the fabric, and his soft lips landed at the center. Between those lips, Damon’s red tongue emerged and prodded at Nate’s underwear.

Nate was stunned by the unfamiliar sensations and the obscene sight unfolding before her. Damon Preston was burying his face between her legs. What on earth was happening?

Nate felt disoriented by everything happening so suddenly. Just a moment ago she came looking for a quiet room to talk to Damon. Yes, she was certain she meant to talk. Nate never had any intention of doing something this lewd with him again.

So why did things end up like this?

But Nate couldn’t make any more judgments. Damon, who was jabbing the center of her underwear with his tongue and moving deliberately up and down, yanked the underwear aside. And before Nate could fully register what was happening, he lapped at her wet flesh with desperate urgency.

“Hahh……!”

Nate squirmed and moaned. She reeled at the exposed feeling below, then reeled again at the immediate sensation of his soft tongue.

Whether Nate was shocked or not, Damon moved his tongue without pause. He rubbed along the parted folds and a wet, slick sound came out. Below was already a mess from the slick she was producing. He found that deeply satisfying. And it made him wild with arousal.

Driven by the urge to be inside Nate right then, he pushed his tongue into her entrance. Nate, feeling that strange sensation, tried to push his head away in a panic.

“N-no, Young lord Damon…… Hmm, if you put your tongue in there…… Ngh, mmh!”

But his tongue was already inside, moving and dragging against the ridged inner walls. The unfamiliar sensation left Nate able to do nothing but gasp.

His thick tongue pressed firmly against a certain spot and her waist trembled. Damon focused on that spot and thr*st with his tongue, rocking his head back and forth.

Nate’s m*ans grew louder and louder. She pressed her hand over her mouth, afraid her voice might carry outside. But as the act grew more intense, cries like screams slipped through her palm.

“Ah, ahh! Hmm! Hahh!”

Nate reached a powerful *rgasm before long. When Damon pulled his tongue out of her entrance, slick ran down in a stream.

Nate, arching her neck back and moaning, caught her breath and looked at him. She assumed that was the end of it. But Damon still had his face buried between her legs.

Damon spread her thighs further apart to either side, making it easier for him to work. He used his fingers to part her entrance and lapped up the slick she produced with his tongue, then found her swollen cl*t.

He rubbed and ground the tip of his tongue against her cl*t from every angle, then took it into his mouth and began sucking urgently. The area, already wound up and sensitive, trembled like it was convulsing.

Slurp, s*ck.

Lewd sounds spread through the room. Nate could no longer breathe properly and let out cries that came out like screams. She was experiencing an *rgasm far more intense than the one before.

“Mm, ngh! Hahh! Hahhh!”

She learned for the first time today that she was capable of making sounds this shameless. It felt like she turned into a wh*re. She wanted to hold back out of sheer humiliation, but she couldn’t hold back at all.

Damon worked her cl*t like he came to this party for the sole purpose of eating her out. She felt like stars were bursting in front of her eyes.

Her whole body went rigid. Her cl*t was being mashed and sucked relentlessly in his mouth. Nate gripped his hair and threw her head back. Her back kept arching like a bow. Her toes curled tight with tension.

“Ngh! Hah, ahh……”

Damon lifted his head and rubbed her cl*t rapidly with his hand instead of his mouth. Nate’s entire body went stiff. Slick finally gushed from her entrance in waves. Her second *rgasm.

Damon lapped up all the slick that ran from her entrance with heavy, languid eyes. Nate tried belatedly to stop him, but Damon licked every last drop like it was sweet honey.

Every bit of strength gone from her body, she could no longer stop him. She could only stare blankly at Damon Preston as he lapped at her below.

* * *

Nate couldn’t quite remember how the party ended that day. All she remembered was waiting, exhausted, for time to pass after Damon finished with her below.

While Nate sat in a daze, Damon brought a clean cloth and wiped her down below with genuine care. The underwear soaked through with slick was beyond saving, of course. Nate wrinkled her brow at the uncomfortable feeling, and Damon smiled shamelessly and said,

‘Next time I’ll take your underwear off first, Nate.’

She could only stare at him with a flustered expression. She should have demanded right then and there why he did all of that, but she was too out of sorts to do anything properly, and it all ended in a muddle.

Despite the shameless words, he straightened her dress neatly for her, and once she recovered a little, he took her hand and brought her back to the hall where the party was being held.

But Nate couldn’t go on enjoying the party. Her underwear was far too damp, and her whole body felt drained. In the end, she had to excuse herself to Lilia and Roderick and leave.

Damon called out to her as she was leaving, offering to see her home, but she declined politely. She had a feeling that being in a small carriage alone with Damon would lead to more lewd behavior.

And so Nate ended up going home from a party she attended to celebrate Lilia’s birthday having done nothing but let Damon have his way with her below.