Chapter 204. One Round (2)

Translator: Lili

Weekly Chapter 2/7

“Ah…!”

Henriad didn’t force his way in recklessly, but he didn’t ease in too slowly, either. The tip of his glistening head pushed against her entrance, parting it and pressing inward. Though she was wet, her still-tight inner walls strained as they stretched to accommodate him, slowly swallowing his length.

The pleasure that had been pooling in her lower abdomen dissipated in an instant. Shushu gasped for air, managing to free one arm to grab Henriad’s forearm. Her moans turned into soft cries of discomfort, and her nails dug into his skin, but Henriad didn’t stop.

“Haa…”

Once the thickest part was inside, the rest slid in with relative ease. As his weight pressed forward, filling her deeply, Shushu gasped from the overwhelming sensation. The size, which had intimidated her even at first sight, now felt unbearable with every breath she took.

“Ngh… hngh…”

Before she could feel any pleasure, her small frame struggled to adjust to the sheer size.

‘If this was supposed to be a dream, wasn’t it supposed to be filled with pleasant things? Wasn’t this supposed to be comforting?’

The unfairness of it all made her want to cry. As she shook her head to clear the hair from her vision and glared upward, she saw them—eyes glowing in the darkness like a full moon. They were the same eyes that had watched her during lights-out in Augwell.

Shushu was captivated, unable to blink as she stared into those eyes. Her captor stared back, unmoving for a moment. Just as she opened her mouth to speak—

“Ngh… ah…!”

Before she could utter the word Mini Cat, Henriad, who had been moving leisurely, thrust into her with urgency. The friction against her inner walls, combined with his movements brushing her clitor*s, sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Shushu could only gasp and moan, her vision flashing as if the world were spinning.

Though the thrusts were initially painful, a strange pleasure began to creep in. Her hips moved involuntarily as her body adjusted, the pleasure mingling with the lingering discomfort. It was a sharp, tingling sensation that left her breathless.

“Sl-slow down…! Ngh, ah…!”

But Henriad was relentless, moving with the hunger of someone who had lost all restraint. He pulled back only to plunge in deeply, his lips kissing and nibbling at her neck and even her cheek. It felt predatory, almost terrifying.

And he didn’t finish quickly, either. Beneath him, Shushu couldn’t stop crying. This was nothing like the gentle caresses from earlier. The overwhelming intensity of it all left her trembling, unable to close her mouth as she gasped and sobbed.

“Ngh… ah… ahh…!”

When his m*mber pressed against the back of her cervix, a sudden, overwhelming orgasm hit her, her vision exploding into white light. Her clitor*s, already swollen and sensitive, throbbed painfully. Yet Henriad didn’t stop, continuing to thrust as her body spasmed. Each shallow movement sent her moaning helplessly.

“Ugh… haa…”

Her hands, which had been pushing against his arms, trembled and went limp. Henriad, too, was breathing heavily, his flushed cheeks and reddened eyes betraying his arousal. On his beautiful face, the look of pure desire was almost too much to bear.

‘Mini Cat…’

His movements became faster, more urgent. As he reached his climax, Henriad pulled Shushu tightly into his arms, thrusting deeply one final time. Her spinning mind focused briefly on the feel of his damp shirt under her nails as she silently mouthed his nickname.

Even in that haze, a bittersweet sadness crept in.

She still didn’t know Mini Cat’s real name.

And in this moment, she realized she had no name to call out.

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“Ugh…”

Shushu was completely spent. She couldn’t even lift her head as Henriad tidied his hair and spoke casually.

“Sorry.”

“…”

The apology sounded so meaningless, like a comment about the weather, that Shushu protested with silence. Still, for Henriad, it was a rare show of reflection. He had restrained himself to only one round, knowing a second would be too much for her.

Had he indulged in his desires, he would’ve gone several more times. But seeing Shushu’s exhausted state reminded him it was impossible. Her body was covered in evidence of their night—bite marks on her neck and chest, flushed cheeks, and a dazed, half-lidded gaze.

They were marks even he couldn’t ignore, yet instead of guilt, Henriad felt his resolve waver. He knew if he stayed close to her, he’d only want to touch her again. With a sigh, he rubbed his temples and stood up.

He returned with a dry towel and fresh clothes. Deciding it was better to cover her up to avoid temptation, he gently wiped her down and dressed her.

Unlike before, his touch was tender, the soft towel gliding carefully over her skin. Shushu, still sore but comforted by his kindness, let herself relax into his care.

Now dressed in clean clothes, Shushu watched through sleepy eyes as Henriad pulled the blanket up to her chin. Her body ached, but she was on the brink of falling into deep sleep.

Now dressed in clean clothes, Shushu watched through sleepy eyes as Henriad pulled the blanket up to her chin. Her body ached, but she was on the brink of falling into deep sleep.

In that drowsy haze, Shushu murmured softly, words meant more for herself than him.

“You’re… so strange.”

Henriad, adjusting her blanket, didn’t respond. Perhaps her words were too faint to hear, or maybe he chose not to answer. But Shushu didn’t mind; she wasn’t seeking a reply.

“You’re expected to be relied on… yet you rely on nothing…”

And with that, her murmurs trailed off into silence.