Chapter 95

The thought filled Demus with a strange sense of satisfaction. Even the painter, who must have seen Liv’s naked body many times, would never have seen her so disheveled. The guard of this woman would never have dropped in front of anyone.

“Gasp!”

Liv’s shoulders shook and she covered her mouth with one hand. Demus had just pressed his lips to her breast.

Her scent wafted up to him as he ducked his head. The scent was unfamiliar, but somehow addictive, making him think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to keep his nose buried in it. He opened his mouth and swirled his tongue around her nipple, and once again, a stifled moan escaped Liv’s lips.

As he bit and sucked on her nipple as he did when he kissed her, Liv, whimpering, gripped Demus’ shoulders tightly. Her hands involuntarily tensed as if to push him away. To no surprise, Demus’ body was not pushed away in the slightest. If anything, Liv’s body sank deeper into the bed.

Demus slid his hand down from its grip on Liv’s hip and grabbed her thigh, pushing it upward in one swift motion. Liv let out a helpless cry and her eyes widened in surprise.

“Wa-wai—”

She tried to say something, but Demus raised his upper body and forcefully pushed her legs apart, positioning himself between her crotches. Her exposed genitals came into his view.

They say women will get out of control if they get sucked here.

His thumb pressed firmly against her clitoris, and her lifted legs fluttered and spasmed. Her lower belly was visibly twitching.

“You’re used to this, aren’t you?”

“No, no…”

“But your response is quite fast for that.”

Demus laughed cynically, and Liv looked at him, looking like she might cry at any moment. Seeing the faint resentment in the green eyes, Demus felt much better. So much so that he wanted to shame her, even though he knew it was her first time.

“Is it natural for a woman who took her clothes off without constraint in front of a stranger?”

“I’m no… hht!”

Liv, who was about to argue with a flushed face, let out a sobbing moan. Demus had violently rubbed her clitoris. The merciless touch made her legs, which had been spread apart, keep moving toward the center.

Although he didn’t necessarily want to suck it, the more he teased it, the more she squirmed, which was quite satisfying.

“Hhh, stop there…!”

“I told you to entertain me, but all you do is have fun with yourself.”

Eventually, glistening tears formed at the corners of Liv’s eyes. Her quivering lips let out a hot breath and a weak moan, and her hands, finding nowhere else to hold, clutched at the hem of Demus’ shirt.

His touch was somewhat indifferent, perhaps even uncaring. Nevertheless, Liv responded faithfully, and her vagina grew wetter and wetter.

“How outrageous.”

Muttering grumpily, Demus pressed his hips against hers. His penis was already hard and swollen inside his pants, and it was visible on the outside. He rubbed the bulging part of his penis firmly against her vagina, causing her juices to stain his pants.

Liv seemed to realize the heavy force weighing down on her lower half.

She, who had been busy shaking like a butterfly on a pair of tweezers, blinked hard. Her eyelids, drenched in tears, moved abnormally heavy.

“You look like you’re already…”

Liv spoke slowly, her words coming out like a huff.

“Having a lot of fun from tormenting me.”

He thought she would have a hard time keeping up with all of this, since she was a virgin, but she knew how to talk mischievously.

Demus reached out and grabbed Liv’s chin. Then, suddenly, he realized his gloves were quite damp, and he found them quite uncomfortable.

With a yank, Demus pulled off his gloves and tossed them off the bed. He then grabbed Liv’s chin and parted her lips. He pushed his tongue into her unresisting mouth, and a strangled, helpless moan crept into his throat. It was a rough kiss, he sucked on her tongue, devouring her lips.

“Mmph!”

He moved his fingers without unlocking their lips. His middle finger slipped down to the entrance of her damp vagina, and suddenly dug into the tender flesh.

The pleated inner walls clenched tightly at the foreign intruder. He slipped in and out his finger to the base, and his middle finger got slick with wetness.

“Hhhh, Hht!”

One finger became two, then three. Only sobbing moans now escaped her captured lips in response to the relentless thrusts downward. After kissing her deeply, as if to devour those moans of hers, Demus removed his lips with a steamy spit of breath.

“It’s unfortunate if you describe this much as tormenting.”

He felt like his pants were going to tear. Blood rushed to his penis, and he felt like he could get in trouble if he didn’t put it somewhere right away.

After sweeping his tongue across his saliva-drenched lips, Demus brought the hand that had stroked Liv’s insides a moment ago to graze her bottom lip. When he smeared her juices across her lips, which were parted after the kiss, Liv pursed her lips. The tip of her red tongue peeked out with her hot breath.

In the past, Demus had certainly found all of this was dirty.

He did.