“Ugh….”

His hand slipped on the love juices, missing the protrusion. Even that felt like a huge stimulation, but Johan repeatedly persuaded her that there was something even better.

“There’s no need to feel disappointed like this.”

“Hnngh….”

“Aren’t you looking forward to it?”

“Looking forward? I-I’m not a pervert to anticipate such things….”

“Really? But there’s so much evidence flowing, showing how much you’re anticipating it.”

He showed May the sticky liquid dripping from his fingertips that had traced her opening. After repeating this action several times, Johan’s already wet hand quickly became drenched in her juices.

The man casually licked it and said,

“Since earlier… you’ve been flowing more when I said I’d lick it.”

At that, May’s face turned bright red. It was true that, as Johan said, the amount of her juices had at least doubled since he had said such things.

Moreover, the effect of that brief imagination was too much. Imagining her cl*toris being vigorously sucked while trapped by the man’s handsome lips made her lower region tighten painfully. This, despite never having actually experienced oral stimulation before.

As a result, she became curious about how it would feel if a real tongue rubbed against her throbbing nub.

‘…Would it really feel better than fingers?’

May swallowed at her own lewd curiosity. As she rolled her eyes, Johan, noticing her hesitation, asked,

“Shall I do it?”

May swallowed hard and answered softly,

“Then, just a little….”

“A little?”

There was a strange pressure in his expression as he asked with his lips curved upwards. Sensing this, May carefully corrected her words.

“…A lot?”

Johan nodded as if that was the correct answer to her timid correction.

“Yes. That’s better, isn’t it?”

And then, as if he had been waiting for it, he spread May’s legs wide open. His face was impassive as he glanced at her face, flushed with shame, but May somehow felt that he seemed satisfied.

“If you’re going to beg me to lick it anyway.”

“Uh….”

She hadn’t gone that far. However, the man who had been persuading May until just now seemed to have forgotten that he had done so, and continued shamelessly.

“It’s not easy to ask a servant to lick your cl*toris, is it?”

“No….”

When did I…. Well, it’s true, but….

Shame and indignation rose at the explicit expression she had never used. He was the one who said he would help, and even said to consider it as him making a move, so why was he saying such things….

Her dark eyes welled up. And Johan shrugged at May’s eyes filled with such resentment.

“I’m not particularly keen on sucking my mistress either.”

Despite saying that, his hand was already caressing her nub again. At the same time, she could see the pre-c*m from his twitching manhood dripping down its sh*ft.

…If what Johan said was true, was he anticipating it too?

Seeing the liquid oozing from the split in his thick gl*ns, her gr*in inexplicably ached. And noticing May’s gaze on his member, Johan added,

“How could I be keen on it? I’m not a pervert like you, Mistress. What kind of perverted bastard would want to lick down there?”

It was as if he was pointing out what May had said earlier. And with that, as he finished speaking, he spread her womanhood and spat on it.

“Ah!”

The lukewarm liquid that fell, aiming at her nub, flowed down. Her opening, pulsing again at the unexpected stimulation, eagerly accepted his saliva. After watching all of this, Johan opened his mouth again.

“Besides, I’m quite shy and easily embarrassed.”

‘Liar…!’

There’s no way someone who claims to be embarrassed would act so perversely and obscenely. Johan was clearly mischievously reminding her of what she had said.

As a servant, he seemed like a very good person, but it appeared that wasn’t the case in bed. Although she knew he was trying to help resolve her predicament, his words and actions were extremely disrespectful.

She felt foolish for having thought him kind, even if only for a moment. However, the defiance that suddenly rose was quickly dissipated by the touch fondling her lower region.

He began to rub her cl*toris again, using the saliva he had spat.

The sensation of his firm thumb’s fingerprint pressing against the exposed nub was vivid. Her toes curled as the rough surface seemed to peel back the hood, circling the *rect part.

“Ah, Johan…. I… hnngh….”

Perhaps because it had been thoroughly touched earlier, the sensitivity was excessive. She couldn’t deny that the saliva he had spat had amplified her anticipation. Most likely, it was clearly due to the influence of the supernatural being that she was becoming aroused by this dirty and perverted act.

‘…Otherwise, there’s no way this would feel good.’

Repeatedly recalling that it was his saliva, not her own juices, wetting her nub. And the fact that she’s becoming more aroused by that fact was surely because of that influence. May wanted to believe that.

Eventually, her gaze fell on the man’s glistening lips. They curved slightly upward.

“Do you still hate it because it seems perverted?”

It was a question that seemed to have sensed her thoughts. His words, whispered that seemed to caress her tender insides, made her feel as though they were licking her belly. May didn’t answer, but unconsciously lifted her hips as if begging.

Johan then gently lifted the upper part of her nub. The skin was pushed back, exposing the root, which twitched under the man’s gaze.

It was quite an intense look. Despite his expression, the man spoke nonchalantly,

“This is begging to be sucked.”

His tone was slightly accusatory, like he was telling her to be honest already.

May was already sniffling. She couldn’t distinguish whether it was due to pleasure or because she felt strange for wanting such a perverted act.

“No…”

In response to her weak denial in a sobbing voice, a deflated laugh mocked her.

“Yeah, right.”

The man’s hand, which had wiped away the tears that had finally trickled down her cheeks after pooling on her eyelashes, moved downward.

As soon as she flinched at the touch on the soft inner flesh of her thigh, his upper body bent down.

“Alright. Let’s say you don’t like it. …You’ll see soon enough.”

* * *

“Ah… hic!”

The nub, engulfed in his hot mouth, turned a deeper color the more it was sucked. It was the lewd, bright red color of *rousal.

Johan repeatedly put his mouth on her womanhood, checking that color from time to time. Every time his tongue touched the hypersensitive surface, May’s body jerked upwards.

“…Ah! Johan…!”

At the call of his name, his pointed tongue began to roughly scrape her nub. Her urethra was prodded and the protrusion was repeatedly pushed up.

May’s hands grasped the man. It was a desperate grip, like she was holding onto a lifeline. Her fingertips turned white, and her raised nails left marks on his taut skin.

However, disregarding the stinging pain, Johan buried his lips deeper into her womanhood.

His tongue pushed deeply into her twitching opening. As the man moved his head back and forth in this state, May tilted her head back and moaned.

“Hnng… that, no…”

It felt strange. The thick, large tongue. Every time that moist and slippery thing roughly stirred her opening, her insides clenched mercilessly and her thighs trembled violently.

Soon, Johan withdrew his tongue from her pulsating movements that seemed as though they were about to bite down, and licked her entrance stickily. Her toes curled as he licked her opening explicitly with his flattened tongue.

“Ah, aahnng!”

For someone who claimed to be reluctant, Johan was being unbearably persistent. When he sucked both l*bia simultaneously or circled her opening with his tongue, he even firmly held her convulsing legs as if telling her not to interfere.

Soon, Johan let out a low laugh as her inner walls noisily clenched at the empty space. He thoroughly stirred her opening with his thick tongue, as if scooping up the overflowing juices. Her legs trembled intermittently at the movement scraping her insides.

“Ah…!”

It was a signal that she was on the brink of cl*max.

Sensing this, Johan began to carefully spread her juices, which were abundantly coating his tongue, onto her cl*toris. As he started sucking on the wet nub, May’s breathing noticeably quickened.

His intense golden eyes, similar to those of a bird of prey, were carefully observing her every reaction.

When their eyes met, the man who had been sucking her nub suddenly started to tease her with his fingers.