Chapter 15.3

In some ways, it was just Alvin’s whining.

He wanted to oppose her leaving for the academy, but he couldn’t stop her. He just wanted her to know his feelings.

“You’ll visit me often, right?”

“Ah, hnn, o-of course.”

He pressed for answers even as he teased her below, which was infuriating.

Liat bent her knees and tensed her waist. If she lost strength, her wet entrance would smother his face. When she got used to the size inside, she began to shake her hips, signaling she wanted him inside.

But Alvin pretended not to notice, only bending his fingers inside her.

“Stop, stop…”

The wet sounds grew louder. Her effort to keep control faded, and she curled up, trembling. Her round br*asts shook with tiny tremors.

The sight was so lewd and lovely that Alvin had to change positions. He rose from beneath her.

He pulled her forward, the enchanted woman stumbling. Panting, Liat realized her pose was animalistic—on all fours, her vulnerable openings exposed.

Alvin, behind her, caressed her soft buttocks and pressed his swollen member between them.

Hot pre-c*m dripped and ran down, moistening her outer lips. The blunt head traced curves down, and the hot tip rubbed up and down from her anus to her cl*toris, slick and ready to enter.

When the blunt head pressed to enter, Liat shivered. Alvin had rubbed against her from behind before, but never crossed the line.

On all fours, waiting for a stud, she felt both shame and anticipation, her cheeks flushed.

“Ngh!”

“Shh. Breathe.”

“Hnn… I don’t like this, Alvin…”

“Crying won’t help.”

“Ah!”

Thud! With a sound, his swollen shaft pushed through and entered her. Never having been taken so roughly, Liat collapsed.

Alvin caught her, lifting her hips and holding her steady as he began to move.

“Do you really dislike it? You’re so tight inside.”

“I hate those words…”

“Liar. Don’t say mean things.”

Alvin, hurt by her words, pushed his fingers into her mouth, punishing her tongue for saying mean things. He’d never been so rough before, and Liat was startled. Sometimes Alvin was rough, but usually he’d rein himself in, so she wasn’t used to it.

But she didn’t mind this passionate Alvin.

Her mouth, stuffed with his fingers, drooled onto the sheets. Liat gave up and sucked his fingers, trying to soothe him.

Maybe his simplicity had rubbed off—his tenderness returned, but only to his upper body; his lower body stayed rough.

His hard t*sticles slapped her buttocks, and each time, her entrance gripped him tightly.

“Ha, ah… Liat, Liat, I love you.”

The sensation in her lower belly was sharp. His head swirled and stirred inside, hitting sensitive spots and making Liat’s vision go white. His thr*sts brought a pleasure like needing to pee.

Alvin stroked her trembling shins and teased her soles. The ticklish feeling was like the full-body sensation of cl*max.

“Ah, ah!”

Her *rgasm didn’t slow Alvin. He kept up a fast, rough pace, slamming into her. As he rotated his hips, the slapping sound grew louder.

For the first time, Alvin decided to let go of the reins he’d kept on himself. Liat had accepted every part of him, so she’d accept this too.

People become bolder after hardship. He’d always hidden his true self, afraid she’d hate him, but now that seemed like a distant memory.

Liat, overwhelmed by his force, shook her head desperately, trying to escape, but her passionate lover chased after her, never stopping. He held her slender waist with one hand, thrusting deep inside.

He pushed in deep, then hovered at the entrance, repeating the motion. Liat couldn’t even cry out, surrendering herself to Alvin.

Lost in cl*max, her limp body swayed with his movements. Too weak to hold herself up, she nearly hit her head on the headboard, but Alvin caught her, considering her comfort.

“Just hold on a little longer.”

He changed his plan, deciding to finish after three more climaxes—his own, of course.

“Monster, monster…”

“But you love me anyway.”

Liat, confused and teary, couldn’t help but nod.

She could see exactly what he wanted from her. Maybe if she gave it, he’d stop this relentless passion.

“Yes, I love you. I love you…”

Her tears soaked the blindfold, staining the cloth. No one could resist such a sweet confession.

Alvin, adding force to the blindfold as ‘punishment,’ removed it and met her eyes. When their gazes met, time seemed to stop. He’d longed for this moment so much.

Maybe because the first obstacle had been so tough, he was sure they could overcome anything together.

Liat’s body rocked like waves. Nearing cl*max, Alvin pulled back, then thr*st in hard. Their mingled fl*ids made lewd noises as he entered.

With no mercy, Alvin’s lower body pressed to hers, and her wavering vision cleared as he reached his peak.

“Hnn, it’s hard…”

“You’re cute, but there are still two left.”

“Two… two more?”

Liat turned in surprise to look at his face. The flickering golden light begged for mercy, like a puppy whining. He almost stopped.

“Alvin…”

Base desire and pure love for her wrestled inside him. The scales tipped toward affection, but her call broke them.

Her moist voice stirred not paternal care, but desire. His member, not yet withdrawn, began to swell again, pushing against her walls.

“…Let’s do it face to face.”

Changing positions, he now faced her as they joined. He spread Liat’s legs wide and settled between them, watching as their bodies fully joined.

Liat was too embarrassed to look down. The sight of his impressive size entering and exiting her was shocking.

“Ha, ha, ngh!”

“Alvin, Alvin…”

The pillar drove inside, threatening to split her, and the obscene sounds filled her ears. Each thr*st sent wet splashes flying, marking everything. The sheets were soaked with their fl*ids.

Alvin’s rough m*ans grew faster, and Liat climbed the steps of cl*max again. With each step, she couldn’t hold back her tears, worrying her eyes might get sore.

Alvin wiped her tears with his mouth, shamelessly kissing her with loud smacks.

“Just hold on this time. If we finish together, I’ll stop, okay?”

“Hnn, uhn… You idiot, idiot!”

He seemed to chase only instinct, but he was still considerate of Liat’s feelings.

After the first cl*max, a sense of ease settled in. Alvin pinched her plump buds, faithfully driving her to the peak of pleasure. He traced her tender *reola, gently soothing the raised tip of her n*pple.

The ticklish sensation pleased Liat, and her entrance tightened, releasing more moisture.

“Mm, ngh! Hnn! Mmm…!”

Her m*ans sounded like songs of ecstasy, setting Alvin’s heart ablaze.

Alvin’s hips tightened as he increased the pace of his thr*sts, and Liat, shaking beneath him, felt her mind melt with pleasure so intense she drooled like a fool. Her thoughts were filled only with Alvin and the delight he gave her. After the previous cl*max, the s*men inside her squeezed out, making wet, strange sounds as it joined their union.

“Huff!”

“Hnn!”

Alvin’s seed reached deep inside her. His member pierced her depths, releasing thick s*men. Even after climaxing, the dense fl*id oozed from his tip.

“Hoo, mm…”

Alvin buried his face in Liat’s soft chest, savoring her scent. His tousled brown hair tickled her chest, making Liat squirm.

“It tickles… you’re heavy…”

“I’ll lose weight next time, so let me off today.”

His member was still inside her. Liat feared this beastly man would get hard again and stir her up, but his massive chest showed no sign of being pushed away by her hands.

He gripped her br*ast and licked her fingers thoroughly, like a beast marking territory with its scent.

“…What are you thinking?”

Liat, reading Alvin’s complex thoughts, asked. Seeing her serious face, Alvin moved away and lay beside her.

Like a beast’s cub instinctively burrowing into its mother’s arms for comfort, Alvin kept snuggling into her small embrace, hiding himself.

“…I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“That when you come back from the academy, I won’t be enough for you.”

Liat’s world would soon expand. He feared that in that wide world, he’d seem small and insignificant.

Reading her lover’s worries, Liat nibbled his nose.

“Why worry so much?”

“…I feel like I’m not good enough compared to you.”

How could she leave such a cute person? He was having the same worries as she did. The old saying that couples grow alike over time seemed true.

“I worried about the same thing, Alvin.”

“Huh?”

“You’re so cute and lovable. I was afraid someone else would notice your charms while I was gone.”

It was the first time since childhood that he’d heard ‘lovable.’ Anyone who saw his size and gruff face would laugh at her silly worry.

Sensing his silent retort, Liat flicked his forehead.

“I hope I’ll always be the only one who sees you that way.”

She kissed his reddened forehead and flashed a bright smile.

Alvin couldn’t answer, his conscience aching at her radiant smile.

He wondered if he should create a reason for her not to leave, his mind swelling with guilty thoughts, calling himself trash.

Before holding her that day, Alvin debated whether to take contraceptives. Knowing how responsible Liat was, if his seed took root in her belly, she would never leave.

But this was where Alvin differed from Karden.

“How could I stop you?”

He wanted to keep her by his side and shower her with love, but Liat, moving forward with hope, was beautiful and full of life. Alvin loved her not as a doll, but as a person with will.

“We don’t have much time.”

Alvin lifted her waist and again positioned himself above her. He hooked her white calves over his shoulders and prodded her entrance with his tip.

“When did it get big again?”

She was too tired to even sigh. His stamina and desire were beyond her ability to measure.

Just before their hips met, Alvin sought her permission with his eyes. His excited gaze shone with affection and love.

Liat sighed and, as a sign of consent, pulled his neck toward her and bit him.

“Mm!”

That day, their lovemaking seemed endless.

Their m*ans and the sounds of flesh meeting created a discordant harmony. Her voice, once sweet as a lark, faded to a hoarse whisper.

Their groins swelled with each other’s fl*ids, turning red, and their union continued until only the sound of air escaping from their throats remained. Their thighs were stained with milky fl*id, and her hips and chest were covered in his scent, leaving only her lover’s smell on her.

Eventually, it grew dark outside and began to rain. It had once been a trigger for severe mental turmoil, but neither of them cared.

After much crying, climaxing, and apologizing without knowing what she’d done wrong, Liat was left so exhausted she couldn’t move a finger. In the end, Alvin cleaned her up himself, leaving her embarrassed and sniffling. He found it adorable, and she vowed to someday tie him up and smack his face with a pillow in revenge.