Chapter 17.2

Sherri felt like hot lava rose from her body as she endlessly demanded something from Tol, but it was impossible to quench her desire under his principle. How dare she… She would rather die…

“Your chest is smooth, Tol. It feels good,” murmured Sherri.

The tremors on Sherri’s lips touched Tol’s sensitive back where his nerves were concentrated, causing his mind to flicker as if he’d blacked out for a moment. Soon after, everything in front of him turned black because of the light kisses she placed on his back without letting go of his twitching body. Perhaps because she didn’t like the moan Tol had suppressed, Sherri, who swept a hand across his chest, loosened the hand that was blocking his mouth.

“Don’t hold it in. It’s not good for you.”

“I-I can’t. Oomph.”

When she eventually pulled his hand away, his hand fell weakly from his lips. Sherri was no match for his physical strength, but strangely Tol couldn’t resist every time. It felt like her light whisper was shaking everything that he was holding back. Fortunately, she wasn’t feeling on his body anymore and only hugged lightly, so Tol was able to come back to earth.

“Th-that’s enough with the massage. Now, ah, stop…”

Tol found it difficult to continue speaking because he was out of breath and his lower legs were bucking more wildly at the halted stimulation, but he tried to remove her hand with a trembling hand. Then, Sherri, biting on his back, replied coyly.

“Nope. You’re so tense in your chest and abs. I’ll loosen them smoothly for you.”

That was when she pushed Tol’s hand away and rubbed his chest again.

“It’s not that. It’s just… my muscles, ahh…”

Tol covered his mouth again because of the fingers that were rubbing beyond what he considered rubbing. Having bit his lip, it seemed to be giving off a clear scent of blood. “Stop. Please, now…”

“You’ve gotten harder.”

Sherri, who leaned on Tol’s back and giggled, was now lightly rubbing with her palms the nipples that were standing upright on his chest. Then, as he felt his mind going in a daze, Tol’s waist gyrated excitedly.

“Hey Tol, you almost fell. Hold still.”

“Ka-Kashe… Ahhh, ah.”

She smiled, pretending to be relaxed, but Sherri’s body had already heated up long ago. Tol had no idea how much his moan—which was not a deep, hoarse one like during insertion or just before his death—stimulated her.

And she realized this every time, but his large physique was rather sensitive. The tremor was so intense each time he flinched that it seemed that she would fall if she didn’t hold on to him tightly.

And even though she hadn’t confirmed with her eyes, his thing was already in a ready position. As she’d seen earlier when he flinched hard, it was obvious that Tol, too, must have reached his limit. Perhaps the power in his hips was powerful, she was surprised yet excited. Indeed, his physical condition was not excellent but perfect.

While secretly admiring his body, Sherri trembled out of her mind as she slid her hand down again to the sobbing Tol’s belly button. Oh, and his abdomen was much stiffer than earlier, so she could feel the muscles more prominently. I want to see it with my own eyes. However, it would be too early for that.

As she slowly moved her hand toward his lower abdomen, she could already feel the warm heat from there. How long had he been holding it in? She had this ridiculous worry that she might get burned if his thing touched her hand because his stomach was burning up.

Meanwhile, Tol, who felt more sensitive than anyone else to Sherri’s hand crawling toward his belly like a snake, realized that an alarm sound was going off in his head again. No, now I really can’t hold it in. He must stop her hand from reaching the center point of his body.

Recognizing his condition, Sherri’s hand slowly passed his lower abdomen and didn’t touch his thing right away but slightly turned and smoothed his pelvis out. The feeling of the slightly rough pants, different from the hot skin above, gave her a weird feeling.

Feeling around Tol’s pelvis area, this was the moment when Sherri tried to grip the source of the heat as if she had made up her mind.

N-no. You can’t! Uhhh, whoa!”

All of a sudden Tol grabbed her right wrist and shoved it away. With cheeks full of redness, Tol’s face was distorted.

“St-top, uggh, p-playing around.”

Sherri frowned slightly when Thor grabbed her wrist tightly enough to hurt.

“I’m not playing. I’m trying to loosen up your tense body. Let go! It hurts!”

“Do you, ugh, know what…  you were trying to do?”