She had reached her peak simply from having him inside her without him moving at all. In a sense, she had treated him like a toy.

But the same was true for Valoid. Serine was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she hadn’t noticed, but he had also cl*maxed the moment she did.

Her body was a natural gift. The inside of her clung to his p*nis with tenacity, as if it had a mind of its own, squeezing and releasing him brazenly. It made him feel like a naïve youth being toyed with by a temptress.

Then there was her expression — that look of utter ignorance. She was terrified of this unfamiliar pleasure, yet utterly addicted to it. The sight of her reddened eyes, parted lips, and damp, shimmering gaze was enough to make him climax again.

Furthermore, Serine was the daughter of his political enemy. By holding her and debasing her, Marquess Penrose would inflict a profound insult on his enemy.

In short, she was perfect — the perfect woman.

“How did that b*stard’s balls produce something like this?”

His excitement faded slightly as he thought about his unpleasant rival. He stood up, still holding Serine.

The damp marble wall pressed against her back. The cold sensation made her flinch, bringing back some of her sanity.

However, as Valoid pinned her against the wall and began thrusting, her mind scattered once more.

“Hwaang! Ah!!”

“This feels better than a d*ldo, doesn’t it?”

The previous ej*culation coated her insides in an even slicker layer. His large, pulsating p*nis scraped against the inside of her v*gina. Its base, buried deep inside her, stimulated the sensitive area near her entrance. Each time their lower abdomens collided with a thrust, he tantalizingly grazed her cl*toris.

The pleasure that had begun to subside flared up again. Her swollen internal folds twitched greedily around his shaft. Each time he thrust upwards, an electric thrill made her fingers and toes curl.

“Heugh, hah! Ahh!”

A light, floating sensation took hold. Their skin, slick with sweat and the humid heat of the bathroom, felt slippery. Suddenly, she was seized by a fear of falling and instinctively threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him.

At that moment, Valoid stopped thrusting.

She looked up at him with questioning eyes. Gritting his teeth until the muscles in his jaw bulged, he began to thrust into her with predatory ferocity.

He repeated this motion, pulling out until only the tip remained inside her before burying himself to the hilt once more. His gl*ns scraped down the inner walls and caught on the vaginal opening with a wet pop as he slipped out, only to plunge back inside with terrifying depth. Each time her soft flesh was forced wide and impaled, a chill ran down her spine.

“Does it feel good?”

“Heuuung, no… stop…!”

“That’s not the face of someone who wants me to stop at all. You hate me, but do you love my c*ck?”

It couldn’t be. Yet, each time he thrust upwards roughly, her tender internal flesh was crushed, providing a pleasure bordering on rapture. She thought she might be drooling as she gasped and moaned with her mouth agape.

Struck from below, her body lifted slightly before he drove in even harder, using his weight to his advantage. Dizziness washed over her, and she rubbed her forehead against the crook of his neck. Their pressed chests rubbed together, stimulating her hard, er*ect n*pples.

Everything was a mess. He broke through all of Serine’s defenses and invaded her most vulnerable depths.

“Ahhh!”

Her waist shuddered as she released her fluids. Her legs, held firmly in his grasp, spasmed, and her toes curled tightly.

Her inner flesh, relentlessly penetrated by his er*ect p*nis, writhed in ecstasy. With each deep thrust, his prominent pubic bone pressed hard against her exposed cl*toris, which was held wide open by her spread l*bia. In that instant, a climax so powerful that it caused her vision to flicker took hold.

Her body trembled and her limbs went limp. She felt herself falling slowly, like a feather drifting down from the heights of supreme pleasure. But when she came to, her body was still swaying in the air.

“Ah, ah! Stop! Sto-op!!”

She felt as though she was going insane. He was still probing her, gripping her tightly. Her oversensitive inner walls felt as though they were about to explode. Her consciousness kept snapping away, boiling over like water on too high a heat.

“You’re so filthy, d*mn it! Making a slutty, unsightly face like that.”

Their lips overlapped. As their tongues tangled lewdly, she found herself twitching her hips unconsciously. She was being impaled while held fast in his embrace, with no gap between them. No matter how much she struggled and pleaded, she could not escape his muscular arms.

Moreover, the scraping her insides showed no sign of tiring — if anything, it seemed to grow larger. She could feel its heavy pulse throbbing at the tip.

“You’re swinging your own hips. What’s gotten into you?”

Valoid, biting her chin, forced her to meet his eyes.

“I’m going to come inside you, so say thank you.”

“N-no…”

“Should I not? Should I just keep going like this?”

He thrust deep inside her and ground his hips in slow, heavy circles. He stimulated her nerve-rich entrance and applied firm pressure to her engorged cl*toris.

The pleasure was becoming unbearable. Despite not having taken any aphrodisiacs, she was seized by a sudden fear that the intense sensation might render her incapable.

“Euuut! Hik! Please… come inside…”

“Where is my thank you?”

“Th-thank… ahng!”

Finally, he drove the head of his p*nis deep into her, her throbbing depths aching with sweet pleasure. Pinning her legs down as she struggled, he insisted that there was no more room, thrusting so deeply that she feared something might break.

“Ah…!!”

Serine’s pupils dilated as her pleasure point was crushed. After twitching inside her and releasing a hot deluge, he swept back his damp hair and looked satisfied.

“We’re both covered in sweat.”

“Heuu…”

“It can’t be helped. I’ll have to wash you all over again, starting from the beginning.”

He calmly uttered those terrifying words before pressing a kiss to Serine’s temple. Perhaps it was an impulsive gesture, as he seemed to falter for a split second himself.

However, he quickly regained his smooth smile and pulled her into his embrace.

“I hope you realize sooner rather than later—that you need me.”

***

Despite her delicate appearance, Serine was actually quite resilient in character.

Yet even she had recently developed a phrase she utterly detested.

“Hello, beautiful.”

Whenever Valoid appeared with that light greeting, a grueling night would begin.

“You smell like alcohol.”

“Because I’ve been drinking.”

The corners of his eyes and mouth were slightly more flushed than usual. His handsome face now had an almost ghostly allure.

However, his hazy, sunken gaze was more dangerous than ever. It was as if he had shed the human skin he usually wore, revealing the raw beast beneath.

“I want to touch you.”

One hand pressed down on her waist while the other delved into her soft inner thigh. She no longer flinched as violently as she had at first. Still, she frowned and tried to push him away as usual.

“I’m tired. And it’s late.”

“It’s not even ten yet.”

“If we start now, you’ll keep going all night.”

“My, my. You caught on?”

She felt as though her body and mind were already completely ruined. Having been impaled countless times in just a few days, Serine was exhausted.

“At least let me sleep…”

“Then make a bet.”

Rational conversation was impossible with a drunken man.

“A bet? What kind of…”

“I’m going to eat you out now. If you can hold out without coming, you win. But if you reach a peak even once, expect to be f*cked until your hole is raw.”

“What kind of nonsense is that!”

Serine screamed, but it was too late. His lips latched onto her lower body like a suction cup.

Like a male wolf checking a female in heat, he sniffed and licked her with his broad, sweeping tongue before forcing it writhing into her.

She felt as if the traces of alcohol still on his tongue were being absorbed through her membranes. Along with a faint dizziness, she grew increasingly damp — and not just due to his saliva.

“Unlike your heartless mouth, this place always welcomes me.”

His lips remained pressed against her v*lva as he spoke, moving at his command. His breath tickled her oversensitive, wet opening.

The sensation rose to a chilling peak. She hated it, truly, but her body, already tamed by him, responded against her will, winding itself around the tip of his tongue.

“Stop! Hik! Please!”

It was already too late. At the same time, she experienced a floating sensation and her vaginal opening twitched and sucked in response to the stimulation. The moment he stiffened his tongue and scraped it along the back of her entrance, hot nectar gushed out.

“Ahhh…”

“Right. I never lose.”

His face was a mask of savagery as he licked his wet lips. Serine kicked his shoulders and chest frantically; her legs were barely holding her up.

She didn’t care if he was royalty or a grand duke. She hated him. She hated him to death.

With the magnanimity of a winner, Valoid took every kick she threw at him. He didn’t care if she hit him or not as he stripped off the clothes clinging to his toned body. From the outset, their resilience was unparalleled.

“I’m going in now. Keep your mouth shut so you don’t bite your tongue.”