Chapter 217.

Translator: Lili

Weekly Chapter 4/6

For some reason, it felt strangely less repulsive. It simply felt like she was entangled with a man in her dream who resembled Mini Cat.

Even as she tried to console herself with the thought,

‘If only I could meet Mini Cat again.’

Shushu couldn’t shake the unsettling notion that she might just be a hopeless flirt who cared only about a pretty face. The thought left her feeling melancholic.

Henriad, noticing Shushu muttering to herself incessantly, reached out and cupped her cheek. Slowly, he lowered his hips,

“Ah…”

The light from the lamp was entirely blocked by Henriad’s body, casting everything into shadow. It was then that Shushu noticed how his platinum hair appeared pure white in the absence of light.

“…Mm.”

As his lips moved toward her forehead, Shushu tensed, expecting to be bitten again. However, his lips only grazed her forehead before slowly moving downward. Over her eyelids, down the bridge of her nose… Shushu squeezed her eyes shut, her hands clenching together nervously with each gentle descent of his touch.

Her trembling hands were a clear sign of her tension, as if she were bracing to be devoured. Henriad let out a soft chuckle at her reaction. But for Shushu, it wasn’t fear—it was something else entirely that made her heart race as if it were about to burst.

Why was this even more nerve-wracking than when he bit her? While her thoughts spiraled, Henriad’s lips moved from her forehead down her neck, leaving gentle pecks in their wake.

When his mouth reached the center of her throat, he sucked lightly, drawing a startled gasp from Shushu.

“Ah… ngh…”

Her slim, delicate neck emitted a soft ‘chuup’ sound with each kiss. Being touched at such a sensitive spot triggered an instinctive tension in her.

“I told you, I’m not going to bite.”

Henriad said as he looked up with just his eyes, pausing from his work.

“I’m only sucking.”

Shushu didn’t have the energy to retort. While one hand massaged her side, the other had already reached up to cup her chest.

“Ah…”

A soft moan escaped Shushu’s lips. Even through her thin sleepwear, the intention behind his touch was unmistakably clear. Since she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, the sensation felt all the more direct.

Henriad, who had been impatient during their previous encounters, moved slowly this time. His hand gripped her soft breast fully, massaging it before teasing the nipple with circular motions. Whenever he pinched the peak, Shushu squirmed and whimpered softly, her back arching involuntarily.

His experienced touch expertly stimulated her sensitive areas, his fingers pinching and stroking in a way that quickly heated her body. Her nipples, stiff enough to protrude visibly through her sleepwear, were teased gently, his fingers brushing them just enough to elicit sharp, shallow gasps. Even the rough texture of the fabric brushing against her sensitive nipples made her tremble.

Noticing the subtle writhing of her body beneath him, Henriad extended an arm and gently lifted her upper body. With his free hand, he grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pushed it up.

“Can you hold it in my place?”

“Ah… um…”

“If you let it slip, I’ll bite you.”

Not wanting to be bitten, Shushu obediently held the hem of her nightgown in her mouth. Henriad buried his face in her now-exposed chest. As his breath hit the space between her breasts, Shushu shivered. When the fabric fell over her head, obscuring her view, Henriad nipped lightly at her chest in a mock threat.

“Ow, that hurts…!”

“I told you I’d bite.”

His response, as if it were Shushu’s fault, left her speechless. If she’d known this would happen, she wouldn’t have put on the nightgown.

The speed with which her body was exposed made Shushu momentarily resent the sleepwear she was wearing. But she quickly realized it wasn’t her fault—Henriad had given her the nightgown in the first place.

‘Was this his plan all along?’

Shushu hesitated, then bit down on the hem of the nightgown in her mouth.

Her heart pounded furiously, whether from anticipation or something else entirely. As she held the fabric in place with her teeth, Henriad began licking her pale breasts softly.

Her supple flesh yielded under his tongue, sinking slightly before springing back. As he licked the rounded underside of her breasts, he gradually moved upward, circling the areola with his tongue. Her nipples, as if in anticipation, stood even stiffer.