Chapter 220. Just This Once… (2)

Translator: Lili

Weekly Chapter 6/6

Her sudden movement caused him to slide in deeper, filling her completely. Shushu doubled over, gasping for breath, her inner walls tightening reflexively around him.

“Haah…”

“Ah! Ahhh, ngh…!”

She froze, unable to move as the fullness overwhelmed her. But her involuntary contractions drew him in further, the curved tip brushing against her most sensitive spot. Henriad’s restraint faltered as her body gripped him tightly, and he finally reached up, pulling her closer as he thrust upward.

“Ahh, ngh…! Ah, ah…!”

Each thrust ground against her swollen clitoris, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through her. Shushu cried out helplessly, her parted lips glistening with saliva as she gasped for air. The wet sounds of their movements filled the room, mingling with her whimpers as Henriad continued to drive into her.

Every upward thrust caused her body to shudder and tremble. Thanks to their position, there was no chance of him slipping out, and the compact collision of soft flesh and his firm body momentarily stole Henriad’s senses.

As his movements grew more intense, Shushu buried her face into his chest and cried softly. She squirmed, pressing her cheeks against him, completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

It felt incredible. Something firm plunged deeply inside her, withdrawing only to push in again from a different angle, sending electric shivers from the tips of her toes to her scalp.

“Ahh, ngh…! Ahhh, ah…!”

Over time, his thrusts became quicker and more precise. Each deep movement elicited wet, squelching sounds that echoed through the room. Shushu squirmed and writhed in his embrace like a stunned insect, her body pressing desperately against his for more.

When he pushed in all the way, his pubic bone brushed against hers, and the thick tip of him reached the tightly closed end of her cervix. It had been painful at first, but now, every deep penetration sent a blinding flash of white through her vision. With each thrust, her toes curled and then splayed wide again.

“Ha…!”

“Nggh, ahh, ah…!”

Henriad let out a low groan as Shushu whimpered softly, instinctively moving her hips in shallow motions. Her swollen clitoris rubbed against him, heightening the sensation.

Suddenly, Henriad pulled his hips back before thrusting deeply again. The movement dragged her engorged clitoris along his shaft, sending a sharp wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Shushu screamed in response, her body convulsing as if struck by lightning.

“Ahhh, ah…! Ohhh…!”

The orgasm was fast and all-encompassing, flooding her senses completely. But Henriad didn’t stop. He continued plunging deeply into her, his movements even faster than before.

The relentless onslaught of pleasure left Shushu desperate to escape, but trapped in his grasp, she couldn’t move. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed helplessly, her mind overwhelmed by the sensations. Somewhere in the haze of her cries, she heard him curse under his breath.

Henriad thrusted a few more times, his motions urgent and rough, before finally reaching his climax. By then, Shushu couldn’t even make a sound, utterly spent.

“Nngh…”

Her entire body felt limp and weightless. Flesh pressed together, sticky and damp, as they remained entangled for several minutes. Shushu panted heavily, blinking slowly. Henriad’s body beneath her was too firm to be comfortable, but she was so exhausted that she just wanted to sleep.

“Now then…”

However, there was still one significant reason Shushu found Henriad’s kindness so unnerving.

Far from looking tired, Henriad was smiling brightly, as though he’d had the time of his life. His dazzling smile was enough to leave anyone breathless, but what truly made Shushu’s face pale was his next statement.

“How about we try this speed again?”

The moment his hands began caressing her thighs, Shushu calmly accepted her fate: the area near the sofa absolutely needed a frying pan or cutting board for self-defense in the future.

***

Kiehlermann was not fond of the phrase, ‘The chair makes the man’.

It was a condescending comment often murmured by his political opponents.

‘Ah, there he goes—a fine example of that principle.’

Those with noble blood in their veins never failed to make such remarks when he passed by. They would loudly observe how someone unfit for his position had nevertheless managed to find fortune in life, ensuring their disdain was heard. Kiehlermann ignored them with practiced ease, but he always remembered their names.

Some faced consequences as early as the next policy meeting; others disappeared entirely from public view within five years.

It was a poised and calculated response—free of humiliation or inferiority. People often remarked that nothing could wound him.

Everything unfolded precisely as he wanted. But there was one being in this world who could never be deceived.

And that was himself.