The Only Way to Break the Curse is Through Contact with You - Chapter 79 Part 3

#79.3

As I stared only at that jaw, suddenly, something long slipped and pushed inside.

“Huh!”

My back arched at the unfamiliar, tight fullness below. The pain persisted, but the sudden, rushing, unfamiliar sensation was disorienting. I’ve always known that the more intense the contact, the stronger the transmitted energy, but I didn’t expect this much overpowering sensation. The previous contacts we’ve made seemed like a joke, as I felt my entire body tingle as though I were electrified, causing my waist to tremble faintly.

Breathing out a muffled sigh, Diart gently brushed aside his sweaty, tousled hair.

“Are you okay?”

It was natural to ask if I was in pain. Furrowing my forehead, I glared at him, and with a sly smile, Diart lowered his face. Even the slightest movement caused the hot, strong pulsations from below to transmit through, making my body tremble uncontrollably.

“You’re red all over.”

Diart kissed my lips and the bridge of my nose and pressed his w*t forehead against mine. He looked perfectly composed, but his voice trembled ever so slightly, as if he were enduring something. Until now, I had no reason to pay attention. Whether he was trying to alleviate the burning pain or, for some other reason, the area below involuntarily tightened and relaxed repeatedly.

With a sudden stiffening of his body, Diart exhaled hot breaths and whispered with an apologetic face.

“I want to wait, but I can’t hold out any longer.”

“Huh?”

I sucked in a breath as Diart abruptly rose. The area that I had barely started to become familiar with twitched. I looked up resentfully and saw Diart staring at the part where we were joined together. There was a mixture of strange satisfaction and conquest gleaming in his eyes. The sight of his attractive lips being licked by his reddish tongue was so erotic. I could feel my own juices trickling from below. Diart’s lips, which had curled upward happily, overlapped with my startled lips.

“Hmng.”

Diart twisted his tongue and lightly tapped below. It was so slow, yet I could feel that we were connected right now. I could almost draw the shape of the thing digging into my flesh. A strange sensation of the curse mixed with pain, along with his tongue grazing the roof of my mouth. Unbelievably, there was a tiny flicker of pl*asure.

Feeling his tense body gradually relax, Diart lifted his head. He swiped at his moist eyelids, spread his thighs wider, and raised himself.

“Huhm, hah….”

Diart, who had been watching attentively as he moved in and out, glanced at me and delved even deeper. Gradually, he picked up the pace. And then, as if to reward me for waiting until he reached his limit, he started pounding his waist at an unbelievable speed.

“Hmng, hah, wait….”

My breath couldn’t keep up with the rapid pace. I felt suffocated as I tried to catch up with the man, gasping for air as though I were drowning. He immediately grabbed the hand I raised in an attempt to calm him down. He buried his lips in my palm and stuck out his tongue to lick it. His persistent tongue seemed to explore each of my fingers. That tingling sensation further aggravated the heat below. Diart soon entwined his fingers tightly between mine and pinned them into the bed sheet. The pace quickened even more.

“Huh, hah, hah, slo, slow down….”

The man, who was selfish, paid no attention to my words. I looked up at him through blurred vision, short of breath.

The pain was still there. But his eyebrows furrowed in pl*asure, and the sweat drops flowed down his tight jawline. He panted heavily, his slightly parted lips and moist, excited eyes looking down at me. I suddenly had the urge to hug him tightly.

“Hah, Dia, Diart….”

“Hooh.”

His voice was hoarse, as if he were holding back a groan. Understanding exactly what I wanted to say, Diart immediately lowered his body, took the hand that was gripping the bedsheet, and placed it around his neck. As my hand kept slipping on his sweat-drenched neck, Diart completely lowered himself. It was only then that, clinging to him, I leaned on the pulsating heartbeat that I could feel through our touching skin.

“Huh, hah, hah.”

Our juices rubbed together, making obsc*ne sounds. Mixed with that was the sound of w*t flesh hitting each other and the creaking bed. Diart’s excited, subdued moans resounded in my ears.

Little by little, my own ar*usal was beginning to build. His aggressive thrusting, as though claiming ownership of another’s most delicate flesh, made me reach my cl*max.

“Huhh.”

It felt like a needle had pricked my spine. My already-boiling ar*usal surged like crazy. Grabbing my thighs, which were clenching in fear at the sensation, Diart pressed them together and quickly hit only that spot.

“Ah, ah!”

With every movement on my body, it felt like I was blowing up a balloon. It was only a matter of moments before the dangerous excitement that had been rapidly building up suddenly burst. The moment Diart slammed down hard,

“Hah!”

My breath caught, and my vision blurred. My whole body tensed up. My contracted calf muscles throbbed like a cramp, and my convulsing thighs trembled. My vision flickered and flashed. The insane pl*asure left me no room to even moan.

I hoped that unbearable sensation would ease up soon, but Diart didn’t stop. He grasped my chin and pushed his tongue into my gaping, saliva-dripping mouth. The insane sensation relentlessly pushed on until the next cl*max.

“Hah, ah, hah, ah, ah….”

“Hooh….”

An intense energy emanated from Diart’s moans. His already overwhelming movements became even more ferocious. I could instinctively feel that he had reached his cl*max. Our gazes met as our w*t foreheads touched. Indescribable emotions flowed between us. Finally, I arched my back dramatically.

“Huh!”

“Haah!”

At the same time, another cl*max hit, and an unbelievable cry escaped my lips. I could feel something lukewarm spreading downward.

My breathing was rough, as though I had just finished a marathon. After silently catching my breath for a while, Diart kissed me passionately. Still short of breath, our tongues intertwined, and I slammed my shoulder into his as he was sucking the last of my breath away. Leaning in close, Diart looked down at me and smiled.

“I now understand why you like a man who cries.”

As I looked at him, confused, Diart gently brushed my eyelids with his lips, trying not to hurt my nose. I hadn’t realized it, but it seemed like I had cried. His soft tongue licked my eyelids and lightly brushed my lips.

“Looks like you’re developing a habit of crying.”

I wanted to scream back at him like he was some kind of pervert, but I couldn’t. I didn’t even have the strength to move a finger.

I suddenly came to my senses. The warm air, which I hadn’t felt due to the overwhelming pl*asure, was now filling the room. Below, I could still feel his presence; he hadn’t pulled out yet.

It really happened. The realization rushed over me. I had naturally thought it would happen someday, but not that it would be today, and that too in broad daylight, I hadn’t imagined it at all until this morning. A strange satisfaction washed over me—that Diart indeed had become my man. It was strange to feel this way about a relationship, but it made me feel even closer to him. He was on top of me, like a heavy yet warm, thick blanket.

Diart, who had been enjoying the afterglow with kisses down my neck, sat up. His sturdy torso, glistening in the sunlight, was drenched in sweat. Looking down at me, he brushed back his tousled hair with one hand. His half-lowered eyes looked oddly sensual.

I wanted to continue admiring his face, but fatigue overwhelmed me. It seemed my energy had hit rock bottom after reaching several climaxes. My eyes were half-closed, feeling drowsy.

Even in his weakened state, his c*ck still filled me eagerly, making it torturous to suppress my moans every time he moved. At this moment, I almost begged him to stop.

“Was I unskilled?”

Not really. Before I could shake my head at Diart’s question, he continued straight on.

“It’s my first time. Now that I’ve done it once, I think I can do better next time.”

With that, he subtly turned his waist tensely.

“Huh.”

I could feel his massive c*ck pushing against my inner walls with renewed vigor. In an attempt to start the next act by feigning an absurd excuse, I quickly shook my head.

“I can’t do it anymore. It’s too hard.”

When he heard this, he bent his waist and locked eyes with me. His eyes were already filled with lust.

“The men in the novels you read do it many times in one night.”

“Well, that’s just fiction.”

Don’t move your hips! I suppressed a moan. If I made a sound now, I’d be giving him an excuse since his eyes were already half-rolled¹“눈알만 도르륵” is an idiom used to describe someone who is only rolling their eyes without taking any action or expressing their dissatisfaction nonverbally

“Ordinary people can’t do it that many times.”.

Diart seemed to not understand my words. After all, he was already quite energetic. He didn’t look tired, not like someone who had just finished. From the looks of it, it didn’t seem like it would end after just two times.

Intentionally feigning that I find it difficult, Diart grabbed my chin, with my eyes half-closed, and smirked.

“That’s what ordinary people do.”

He gave me a look that said, I’m not an ordinary person. Diart grabbed my chin, leaned in, and kissed me. I clenched my teeth to show I couldn’t do it anymore, and he stroked the part where we connect with his free hand. My shoulders trembled slightly. I could feel the color that I thought had faded quickly returning as he squeezed my sensitive nub. Ultimately succumbing to pl*asure, I opened my mouth, and Diart’s satisfied laughter echoed in my ears.

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  “눈알만 도르륵” is an idiom used to describe someone who is only rolling their eyes without taking any action or expressing their dissatisfaction nonverbally
  
  “Ordinary people can’t do it that many times.”