3.4

Because she didn’t dislike the pleasure he gave her, she felt even more conflicted.  

She hated herself for anticipating what would happen next.  

She hated herself for wanting him to keep touching her.  

But her body, driven by instinct, betrayed her feelings. Pressing her hips against his hand, she desperately sought the next wave of pleasure.  

“Ahh, ah! Haaa!”  

Though her eyes were open, she couldn’t see anything in that moment.  

All her senses shut down, and her body was consumed entirely by the ecstasy.  

With a sudden burst, something deep within her erupted.  

“Hngh… ahhh…”  

A clear liquid trickled down, wetting the space between them.  

Completely drained, Delia leaned her back against his chest, panting heavily.  

Her mind felt like it had melted away.  

She was astonished that such a thing could happen with just his hands.  

Having reached such an intense climax, her mind grew hazy.  

‘But earlier… I think I heard something…’  

It wasn’t until a beat later that Delia regained her senses.  

‘No way.’  

Startled, she instinctively straightened her upper body and looked down.  

‘What… what have I done?’  

Realizing her situation, Delia was horrified.  

Her underwear was lying discarded on the floor.  

Her bare chest was exposed, and she had just made a mess while sitting on his lap.  

The clear liquid dripping beneath the chair—it couldn’t possibly be anything else.  

“I-I’m sorry.”  

The words slipped out of Delia’s mouth instinctively.  

To think she had done something so unthinkable on someone else’s lap.  

And that someone was Kartan Roxen, of all people.  

Now fully aware, Delia hurried to get off his lap.  

But—  

“Delia, it’s not fair if you’re the only one who feels good.”  

Once again, his strong arms stopped her.  

Even in this situation, was he truly unfazed by what she had done?  

While Delia was still trying to process his intentions, she heard the sound of his trousers being undone.  

Having experienced his towering arousal before, Delia knew exactly what was coming.  

The thick, heated shaft brushed against the cleft of her backside, sending shivers down her spine.  

“Wait, this isn’t the time for that!”  

“And why not?”  

Kartan lifted her hips slightly, aligning the tip of his length with her entrance.  

“No, no, you can’t! It’s too big—it won’t fit!”  

Now that she had regained her composure, the thought of taking him again filled her with more fear than anticipation.  

As she struggled to escape, Kartan easily overpowered her and began to press into her.  

“You can take it just fine. You enjoyed it so much last time.”  

Schlurp.  

“Ahhh!”  

Contrary to her protests, her slick, softened walls parted easily to accommodate him.  

Her body trembled uncontrollably as he thrust deeply in one motion.  

The overwhelming sensation of being filled completely overtook her.  

When her inner walls instinctively tightened in response to the sudden intrusion, Kartan let out a low groan and whispered in her ear.  

“See? You’re gripping me so tightly, like you don’t want me to leave.”  

Squish-squish.  

Each time he moved his hips, the lewd sounds of their connection echoed.  

“Your body is so honest. Look at how wet you are—what’s there to deny?”  

“Haa, ahhh!”  

Having already reached one climax, Delia’s body was even more sensitive now.  

Each time he struck her sensitive spots, her entrance grew wetter, and the obscene noises between them grew louder.  

As he began to stimulate her deeply, her mind started to blank out again.  

The remnants of the pleasure that had exploded earlier seemed to have reassembled, and the itch below her navel became unbearable.  

The only thing that could satisfy this burning need was the presence filling her.  

“Ahhn, you’re too fast!”  

But rather than slowing, Kartan only quickened his pace, as if racing to a finish line.  

“Ahh, haaa…”  

“Sl-slow down, please!”  

She shook her head, begging him to take it easy, but he showed no intention of stopping.  

With each thrust, the pleasure in her lower abdomen built up layer by layer.  

Though he was already hot and hard, he seemed to grow even more prominent inside her, like a heated iron rod.  

“Ahh, ahhn, haaa!”  

She wanted to protest against the rough and relentless pace, but all that escaped her lips were moans as her body rocked up and down.  

Her vision blurred, and dizziness overwhelmed her.  

“You love milk, don’t you, Delia?”  

“Haa, what are you talking about? I don’t—ahh.”  

“Don’t lie. I know you do. I’d like to feed you some.”  

Milk? 

Kartan often said incomprehensible things, and once again, Delia had no idea what he meant.  

“Why, you drank it so eagerly earlier today.”  

“Ah, that was…!”  

She realized he was referring to the fruit milk she had gulped down earlier that day.  

But how could she explain? She had only done it to leave quickly.  

There was no way she could admit that.  

Saying so would only make Kartan move even rougher, and she feared that.  

“Ahh, I didn’t realize you liked it that much.”  

He was already moving so intensely it was frightening.  

“No, I don’t…!”

While Delia hesitated to respond, she heard words so shocking that she could hardly believe her ears.  

“I can fill you up down here so you’ll never feel thirsty again.”  

“Please, stop saying things like that…! Haa, ahh!”  

She wanted to stop him from uttering such unspeakable things, but it was impossible now.  

The sensations coming from below were too intense.  

They left no room for any other thoughts.  

“Ah, haa, ah…! Th-there…!”  

All that remained was the desperate desire for him to keep moving inside her.  

As the obscene, wet sounds repeated a few more times, Delia’s body was overwhelmed by a second wave of pleasure.  

Her body, already broken down once, succumbed even more easily to the overwhelming sensations.  

“Haaah!”  

Delia’s inner walls trembled shallowly as she shuddered from the intense sensation of being penetrated.  

As she reached her climax once again, Kartan exhaled the breath he had been holding.  

“Haa. I’ll make sure you’re full.”  

Thrust.  

With those words, his length plunged deeply inside her. At the same time, hot liquid spread against the walls of her womb.  

Her insides, already filled to the brim with his presence, overflowed with white fluid.  

“Hnn, haa…”  

As the relentless act finally came to an end, Delia could only gasp for air.  

She had no time to think about anything else; all her focus was on catching her breath.  

Unlike her, Kartan showed no signs of exhaustion.  

“How does it taste? If it’s not enough, I can give you more.”  

Far from being tired, he continued to ask absurd questions that weren’t worth answering.  

Without responding, Delia tried to lift herself off him.  

She wanted nothing more than to rest, abandoning her assignments and studies for now.  

“It seems like your body is asking for more, though.”  

But—  

“What are you talking about? Just hurry up and pull out…”  

Impossible.  

Delia couldn’t believe it.  

Why was he moving again inside me?  

His length, still firm and unyielding, once again pressed against the walls of her womb.  

Her legs gave out beneath her.  

“W-wait. It’s supposed to be ten times, right? Doing it twice in one day is…”  

“Who said it’s only twice?”  

Her desperate attempts to resist were futile.  

“I never said that one release counts as one time.”  

It was like a bolt from the blue. This was pure nonsense.  

Delia thought it was absurd. He had never mentioned doing it multiple times at the start!  

But as his movements resumed, she crumbled under the onslaught once more.  

As his hips moved again, Delia lost the last shreds of her reason.  

“Ah, haa…”  

Before she knew it, she had surrendered her body to the pleasure he gave her once again.  

Each time his hands pinched her pink n*pples, her hips twitched, and her inner walls tightened around him instinctively.  

“Hnn, ah, haa!”  

She surrendered to the overwhelming heat coursing through her body many times.  

When she opened her eyes, she found herself no longer on his lap but standing on the floor.  

Though both feet were on the ground, the force of his thrusts from behind made it impossible for her to maintain her balance.  

Thud.  

Fortunately, she managed to steady herself by grabbing onto the nearby bookshelf, preventing herself from falling.  

Thwack-thwack.  

The sound of his hips slapping against her backside echoed repeatedly.  

“Hnn, haa…!”  

Unlike earlier, when he had to thrust upward from below, Kartan’s movements were now freer.  

He ravaged her insides with even greater intensity.  

As their joined bodies moved, the bookshelf she was holding onto shook, causing books to fall to the floor.  

Thud-thud-thud.  

But neither of them paid any attention to the mess.  

“Hnn…”  

Her mind went blank. At this moment, it didn’t matter who Kartan Roxen was.  

Instinctively, Delia moved her hips, surrendering herself once again to the relentless pleasure.