Chapter 218. Temptations Game (2)

Translator: Lili

Weekly Chapter 4/6

Henriad gazed at her flushed, wet nipple with a look of delight. His fingers teased it gently, and he finally asked,

“Are they hard because you’re scared?”

‘What?’

Shushu realized he wasn’t looking for an answer—he was just teasing her. But before she could respond, he latched onto her chest again, drawing a thin moan from her lips.

“Ngh… mm… ah…”

Henriad wasn’t biting as he had earlier, but his movements were no longer soft or leisurely. Shushu bit down harder on the hem of her nightgown, as if it were her only salvation.

His hand kneaded her other breast, while his lips and tongue worked skillfully on the other, sucking as though he were drinking milk. The wet warmth of his mouth and the metal of his tongue piercing glided against her hardened nipple, drawing an involuntary jerk from her hips.

Even as she tilted her head and half-closed her eyes, Shushu was overwhelmed by the thought.

The tongue piercing—it’s just like his sibling’s.

She’d heard that close siblings often shared matching accessories like rings or necklaces, but she’d never thought tongue piercings would be part of that.

As Shushu panted, another hand slid between her thighs. Skillfully, it removed her underwear, tugging it down until it dangled around her ankles before falling to the floor. She barely had time to react with a startled gasp.

Her pussy was already slightly wet. Henriad briefly considered using his mouth but decided against it. Judging by Shushu’s nervous state, he figured she’d bolt immediately if he got too close. Experience informed his judgment.

When Shushu had brought him milk and he had lifted her onto the kitchen table to kiss her there, she had panicked. Though she eventually panted and clung to him, when he moved to mount her afterward, she had struck his head with a tray and fled to her room. He had no desire to relive that absurd and frustrating memory.

Henriad brushed his palm over her pussy, gently stroking the cleft. The slightly damp labia yielded under his touch, and he rubbed slowly. Her inner thighs tensed visibly. When he inserted his finger shallowly and pressed against the inner walls, her thighs trembled and quivered uncontrollably.

“Mm, ngh…”

Shushu, already breathless, now clutched the hem of her dress in her teeth, panting softly. Henriad moved his hand skillfully, easily finding her clitoris.

He rubbed the lightly swollen area as he continued to move his finger inside her. The sound of wetness grew louder as her arousal increased.

Feeling her growing wetter around his finger, Henriad pushed deeper. Using his thumb to press against her clitoris, he twisted his finger in circular motions, the ridged inner walls contracting and sucking against his finger.

“Ah, ah…! W-Wait…!”

Finally, Shushu let the hem of her dress fall from her mouth and began to sob softly. Henriad’s hand worked expertly, massaging and rubbing the spots she liked best before thrusting deeper.

But just as she was about to reach her climax, Henriad withdrew his fingers. With a wet sound, they slid out completely, leaving Shushu half-lidded and dazed in the lingering haze of pleasure.

“That’s as far as we go.”

Her swollen, aroused vulva twitched as if searching for something to fill it. Flushed red and dazed, Shushu looked up at Henriad, who was grinning mischievously.

“Wha…?”

“Can’t have you running off again like last time.”

Shushu’s mind spun as she tried to recall what ‘last time’ he was referring to. Henriad, meanwhile, began undressing. Since he had only been wearing a shirt and light trousers, it didn’t take long for him to strip completely.

When her nightgown ended up discarded on the floor, leaving her completely naked, Shushu finally remembered. It was the day she had struck him with a tray and fled.

And she also remembered what happened the following day. The bite mark on her cheek had come from that time. Henriad, whose perpetually indifferent demeanor hid his peculiar tendency to become even more excited when his partner resisted, truly had the traits of a cat.

Not wanting to find herself bedridden with a sore back after another encounter like that, Shushu quickly realized she had to act. There was far too much she needed to do. She had to meet Elma’s parents and her uncle. She couldn’t afford to spend her time groaning in bed with a strained back.

“W-Wait a minute!”

In a panic, Shushu pushed him back. Henriad, looking mildly annoyed, straightened his upper body, giving her some space. The distance between them helped her gather herself as she nervously leaned back on her hands, her torso half-raised.

“I-I thought about it, and… well, Henriad, you’re too fast.”

“What do you mean?”

The question came back immediately, and Shushu stammered, her face growing redder. He paused for a moment, seeming to consider something, before speaking again.

“You mean… the thrusting?”

“Ah! Be quiet!”