Chapter 33

“Aren’t you curious?”

Braden stared, mesmerized, as her white fingers touched the tip of his flat, dark brown n*pple.

“If you miss this chance, who knows when you’ll want to do it again.”

She was so talented at negotiating.

His heart wavered.

What was she trying to do?

His reason warned him not to give in, but curiosity was the problem.

Adela pressed his n*pple with her finger.

“Mm…”

A short moan escaped Braden’s lips.

Already feels good.

She began rubbing his n*pple with her finger, slowly and teasingly.

‘Is she starting to tease again?’

Her teasing always worked on Braden.

“What are you going to do?”

He was already breathless, even though she hadn’t really started.

“Why say it in words? You should show it. Should I? Or not?”

She lowered her head and blew warm breath onto his n*pple. The heat made Braden’s lower stomach twitch.

“I won’t wear the underwear.”

“Fine. But don’t move. If you move, you lose.”

She looked up at him with a sultry, sly smile.

Sometimes she challenged him like this. And she never intended to lose. Beneath her calm exterior was a fiercely competitive spirit.

Whenever she was like this, Braden usually lost. Not that he let her win on purpose. He liked winning too.

She threw herself into even the smallest contest wholeheartedly.

But today, he couldn’t lose. He could strip n*ked, but he didn’t want to wear that strange underwear.

“No stopping halfway. Go all the way.”

Braden set his own condition. As long as she didn’t stop when things got exciting, he could handle it.

“Alright.”

She agreed readily, and her tongue slipped out from between her lips. Her bright red tongue licked his flat n*pple.

“Whew.”

This was already getting dangerous.

Braden clenched his fist.

Were his n*pples always this sensitive? Normally, he barely noticed those tiny bumps.

The real problem was what came next. If she did to him what he’d done to her, this was just the beginning.

Sure enough, she began licking his n*pple with her tongue, tracing wide circles around the ar*ola.

The tiny bump hardened and stood up.

Ha, ha.

Alright, he could still endure it.

She smacked her lips and sucked on his n*pple.

Ugh, he shouldn’t watch.

If he wanted to resist, he shouldn’t look at her. Seeing her bend over, lips pressed to his chest, sucking his n*pple was wildly exciting.

But he couldn’t look away. Watching her tease and crave his n*pple so wantonly was too good to miss.

“Mm…”

A low moan escaped.

Suck, suck.

She sucked his n*pple so hard her cheeks hollowed out. She gulped it in, relentless.

“Mmm…”

One n*pple was buried in her mouth, the other caught between her fingers.

Her nails grazed his n*pple. She pressed firmly with her fingertips, circling around, then pinched and twisted his n*pple with her fingers.

‘Ah, d*mn. What is this?’

When his n*pple was twisted, pleasure surged through him, making his hips jolt. A tingling sensation ran down his spine to the tips of his toes.

A n*pple, no bigger than a red bean, was driving him crazy. His er*ect, stiff p*nis trembled.

Her voluptuous br*asts lightly brushed against his swollen p*nis. His legs twitched as if in a spasm.

“Haa, Adela.”

Braden grabbed her shoulders.

He regretted it—regretted not avoiding her provocation.

“Don’t move.”

Her lips pressed to his n*pple as she gave a firm command. Raising her head just a little, her blue eyes blazed with a heated blue fire.

‘D*mn. So this is why she said not to move?’

She bit his n*pple with her teeth. Then, gently lifted it, shaking it softly.

“Ugh.”

Soon, she began to chew his n*pple. A sharp pain stung, yet it felt good—he was losing his mind.

Chew, chew.

Where was this pleasure coming from?

Every cell in his body rampaged wildly.

“Mm…”

His lips, always busy licking and sucking her body, were now idle, making him moan repeatedly. Braden writhed at the boundary of pain and pleasure.

“Haa.”

She let out a satisfied moan and raised her head.

Her lips, glistening with saliva from sucking his n*pple, were so sensual that he nearly lost his mind.

Was it over?

Of course not.

Her lips started at the tip of his sternum and kissed downward. Her tongue reached his navel.

Her head paused. Her tongue moved again, circling round and round his navel, licking persistently and thoroughly.

Her tongue’s movement around his navel was intensely greedy. Because of her, he was rediscovering the forgotten sensation of his navel.

The tip of his p*nis brushed against her chin. Each time she circled his navel, the tip was stimulated, twitching and trembling.

But she paid it no mind, moving on to her next destination. Her lips pressed down on his tense abs, making the spasms even stronger.

Wherever her lips passed, sharp pain filled the spot. By the time her lips traveled past his lower abdomen and reached his inner thighs, he was on the verge of madness.

“Uuugh, please, Adela.”

Lying helplessly, only her name escaped his lips.

This was t*rture. T*rture disguised as affection.

She was driving him mad, as if she wanted to destroy him.

“Should I stop?”

She raised her head, tilting it innocently, making him speechless.

To tease someone so much and then act like ‘I don’t know,’ with that expression.

Well, she was always like that. With an expression that said she knew nothing, she drove him to the edge.

“Yes. Stop.”

Braden pleaded, panting.

“Alright, then.”

She smiled softly, folding her eyes, but he felt a sense of foreboding.

Adela sat up.

His abs, split into six distinct pieces, looked amazing. Below the nicely shaped navel, fine platinum-colored hairs—just like the hair on his head—grew.

Adela stroked the fine hair with her hand. Under her palm, his abs tensed up.

Her touch made his stomach firmer. His p*nis, too.

This was not bad.

She liked the way he responded in her grasp.

She had thought bedroom arts were simply about pleasing a man, but that wasn’t it. It was a skill that made a man lose control and go wild with excitement.

To make him grant her every wish.

In an unexpected place, Adela was discovering the essence of bedroom arts.

‘Next, this.’

Adela reached out and grabbed his constantly twitching, large, long, hard, and hot p*nis.

She gripped it tightly.

Adela squeezed the p*nis in her hand. The dark red shaft throbbed violently. The veins bulged even more, swelling further.

“What are you trying to do?”

He lifted his head in surprise.

Adela settled herself more comfortably between his legs.

“A classic, simple, and very effective technique.”

Adela slowly moved her hand up and down the p*nis. The smooth skin glided gently.

“It’s hard, but soft like silk.”

Adela’s eyes sparkled as if she had discovered something amazing.

“Mm, that’s a sensitive spot. Be gentle.”

Braden groaned.

Crazy, to think a day would come when he’d say things like this to her.

But why did it feel so good?

It was so different from when he did it himself—he was more excited. His heart pounded with anticipation and longing.

What was this?

“I know.”

“Only in theory.”

“That’s why I’m practicing now.”

Adela pulled the p*nis lightly, careful not to pull too hard, just enough to keep it taut.

“Mmm.”

He let out a sweet sigh, like tasting a dessert.

He must really like it—a lot.

She felt proud.

And the sensation of his p*nis in her hand was so soft. When it was buried deep inside her, it felt like a formidable weapon.

Now, this red, hard flesh looked like a beautiful work of art. Fascinating. She’d been surprised by its size at first.

Adela admired it inwardly. Strangely, she felt affection for his p*nis. She rubbed it with her cheek, like a kitten nuzzling.

“So soft.”

“Ah, d*mn.”

He cursed instantly.

Who would have thought she’d rub his p*nis with her cheek?

“Haa, Adela. I’m so turned on, I might come already.”

“Hold it.”

Her voice was calm, even as her actions were anything but.

“Haa! How can I hold it?”

“Just do it. I need to taste it.”

Adela licked her lips with her tongue.

“You want to suck it?”

“You do it to me all the time.”

Braden enjoyed licking her v*lva. He always did. But he’d never thought of letting her suck his p*nis.

“Don’t.”

Braden shook his head.

It would feel good, no doubt. He wouldn’t be able to resist and would give in.

“Be good, Braden.”

She stroked his cheek gently, soothing him like a child.

“Don’t move. You said not to stop midway, remember?”

Braden shook his head.

That’s not what he meant. He’d meant not to stop right before climax, not to t*rture him with endless teasing.

How could she drive him to the edge with such a sweet voice? What a cruel woman.

Adela recalled a passage from her bedroom arts textbook.

「When performing oral s*x, look straight into the man’s eyes.

With eyes so hot and intense, as if you’ll swallow him whole.

Open your mouth wide, use your tongue generously.」

Adela fixed her gaze on him and alternately licked the two balls beneath the giant shaft.