Chapter 2.3

Smack! His lips parted from her chest. Her n*pples, red and swollen from the stimulation, stood er*ect. He pinched and twisted them slowly with his fingers, then ran his hand down her trembling lower abdomen, heading between her legs.  

“For someone who says no, you’re already this wet just from having your chest sucked.”  

His fingers brushed against her damp entrance. The sound of her soaked underwear squelching echoed. Richel shook her head.  

“Should I touch it or suck it?”  

“W-what….”  

“Your c*nt.”  

His fingers teased her below. Richel’s face burned with embarrassment.  

“Stop pretending to be innocent. You came all the way here looking for a lover, didn’t you?”  

“Please….”  

Richel sobbed, shaking her head.  

“Please listen to me. It’s a misunderstanding. I didn’t climb onto the stage because I wanted to. I had no intention of coming here….”  

“If you have something to say, just say it. I’ll keep sucking.”  

“Ah!”  

The man spread Richel’s thighs and bit her through her underwear. His tongue moved over the fabric, exploring her entrance. The fluids seeping from her hole mixed with his saliva, sticking to her skin with wet slaps.  

“Ah, ah… stop, not there, not there….”  

“Well, your ‘there’ tastes amazing. Sweeter than I expected, actually.”  

After sucking her through the fabric, he pulled off her underwear. The soaked cloth fell to the floor.  

Richel shook her head and struggled. She pinched and hit his solid arms, kicking at him wildly. Though she lay on the bed with her hips raised high, fully exposed below, she fought desperately to escape.  

“Please, don’t, don’t….”  

“Don’t what? You’re dripping like crazy while saying no.”  

Richel burst into tears. Her disheveled hair and flushed, pale face were a mess as she sobbed loudly. Even as she cried, she kept hitting the man holding her down. Her feeble resistance made the man’s lips twitch.  

“Why do you keep crying?”  

“…….”  

“You’re hung up on that b＊stard who won’t even give you 20 billion gold? Are you really thinking about a husband while looking for a lover here?”  

His unbearably deep voice grew harsher. He gritted his teeth as he spat out his words.  

“If it were me, if I were your spouse, I wouldn’t have done that.”  

Wouldn’t have done what?  

“You—you also attended this party.”  

“That’s exactly why.”  

“…….”  

“That’s why I’m so angry.”  

His lips, visible beneath his mask, pressed tightly together. He seemed to be holding back his anger, grinding his teeth.  

The man, who had been still until now, lowered his head as if searching for something. Soon, he untied the bandages wrapped around his forearm and used them to blindfold Richel. Suddenly deprived of her vision, Richel panicked and flailed.  

“Stay still. You can’t focus because of that damned husband of yours.”  

Richel struggled with all her strength, but the blindfold remained in place. With her vision blocked, fear welled up, and she began to sob uncontrollably.  

“You’re trembling.”  

The warmth of his body pressed against her face.  

“You’re not scared because of the mask, are you? From the very beginning….”  

The man’s voice faltered as if his throat had tightened. When he spoke again, his tone was deep and unbearably low.  

“I’m going to lick your c*nt now. Once it’s soft and pliable, I’ll enter you. You don’t get a choice.”  

The man immediately took her exposed c*nt into his mouth.  

“No, don’t, not there, ah…!”  

The sensation of his tongue invading her below made Richel twist her body and flail her arms. Her fingers tangled in his silky hair.  

As she tried to push his head away, Richel froze. She felt the smooth contours of his face against her hands.  

The man had removed his mask.  

His hot breath covered her lower half completely. He took a large bite, crushing the surrounding flesh, then teased her entrance with his tongue. Richel twisted her hips, crying out.  

His tongue attacked the folds beside her entrance, spreading the closed wings and tracing their shape. Alternating between sucking each side and probing with his tongue, the lewd sounds echoed loudly.  

“Hah, ah, hah, ah…!”  

“You love this, don’t you?”  

The fleshy muscle glided over her c*nt, following its vertical shape and rubbing firmly. His tongue pressed against her cl*t, making Richel’s hips rise.  

The man smirked and swallowed the small protrusion. He mercilessly pressed his tongue against it, rolling it around before sucking hard.  

“Ah…!”  

Her trembling thighs quivered as her entrance gushed. With her vision blocked, the sensations overwhelmed her. Richel cried uncontrollably, unsure of what to do.  

He stiffened his tongue, moving his head up and down. His tongue plunged into her entrance, then withdrew, scraping against the opening each time. His hair brushed against her below with every movement. Her entrance throbbed with the repeated intrusion, sending her body into spasms.  

Richel lay limp, letting him feast on her below. Each time his tongue entered her, wet slapping sounds filled the air. Her thighs were already soaked.  

“What a sight.”  

The snake-like muscle withdrew. He caressed Richel’s trembling thighs, teasing her entrance with his fingers.  

“What does your husband call you? Madame? Darling? Honey?”  

Richel didn’t reply. The relentless stimulation had turned her mind to mush. Her vision was blocked, making her senses unbearably heightened.  

“Or does he call you by your name?”  

“…….”  

“Richel.”

Richel’s body trembled violently as her inner walls contracted. The sensation below made her head buzz. Despite standing on stage, she hadn’t realized how a complete stranger knew her name.

The man growled deeply as her c*nt twitched. Two fingers plunged inside at once.

“Ah…!”

His fingers stirred her inner walls, bending to scrape against her sensitive lining. The sound of squelching echoed loudly from her soaked entrance. Richel’s eyes welled up again at the feeling of him invading her below.

“Stop crying. Just think of me as your husband and relax.”

“Don’t bring up my husband, sob, he would never do this….”

“That’s what you think. How do you know he’s not crazy about c*nt?”

“What do you know….”

“I probably know better than you.”

No, Callisto was a gentleman. How careful he had been during our vow kiss on our wedding day.

He had been the same on their first night. He treated her so preciously, Richel thought her body was made of delicate glass. He never used such crude language or buried his face between her legs.

Richel bit her lip, her sharp teeth digging into her flesh.

“Stop, Richel.”

The man urgently touched Richel’s lips. His rough fingers pried her lip free from her teeth.

“That hurts.”

Richel froze, panting heavily, her sobs filled with confusion.

For a moment, she thought it was her husband speaking. Though his voice was deeper and much lower than Callisto’s, there was something… something she couldn’t quite pinpoint that was similar.

Richel hadn’t had many conversations with her husband. Even when she asked questions, he only answered. The only thing he frequently said was her name.

Yet, the voice that had just called her name sounded so much like her husband.

“Bite down. Don’t make yourself bleed for no reason.”

The man inserted his fingers into Richel’s mouth. With his other hand, he gently stretched her below.

The voice that had spewed crude words suddenly turned gentle, and his movements below slowed. It felt as if Callisto himself was thrusting his fingers inside her.

“This doesn’t stretch at all.”

The sound of sheets rustling accompanied the man’s voice as he moved between her legs. Soon, he was sucking deeply on her below again.

“Ah…!”

Richel continued to struggle, but her resistance was weaker than before. The voice that had called her name earlier had shaken her.

“Looks like you prefer being sucked. Your c*nt juice sticks to my tongue. The sensitivity improves too.”

The man laughed softly, as if sighing. Richel’s heart sank at the sound. It reminded her of Callisto, even though she had never seen him laugh. She didn’t know how he laughed, but somehow….

I must be losing my mind.

Richel pushed the man’s head away. But as soon as she touched his silky hair, her strength faded. It was because she remembered Callisto’s smooth black hair.

Though she hadn’t had many conversations with her husband, their physical contact was frequent. Holding hands, escorting her, wrapping his arm around her waist—his touch was familiar.

This man was similar. The sensation of him gently caressing her thighs and fingers invading her lips when she bit them. Even the way he carefully stretched her below to avoid hurting her reminded her of her husband.

Richel held her breath, examining the man. Her vision was blocked, sharpening her senses to detect his movements keenly. He was teasing her cl*t and folds with his tongue while thrusting his fingers inside her.

His tongue pressed against her cl*t. Like savoring a delicious candy, he rolled it with his tongue and lightly scraped it with his teeth, sending shivers down her spine. It was as if he knew exactly where she felt it most.

“Richel. Richel….”

And that voice. Though the pitch was different, the way he called her name was so much like Callisto’s, it confused Richel. She couldn’t tell if she was losing her mind from pleasure or not.

“Hah, delicious. Come more. Hmm?”

…Maybe not. Callisto wouldn’t say something like that.

But there were certainly similarities.