Tears welled up in Damie’s eyes. The relentless groping of her chest and the teasing of his tongue in her ear were overwhelming. Even when she tried to wriggle away, the arms tightly wrapped around her from behind didn’t budge, as if they were made of iron.
His tongue, which had been sliding in and out of her ear, began to caress her rounded earlobe, then sucked and bit the tender skin behind it. The sensation from that small area overwhelmed her entire body.
As Damie shuddered helplessly at the unfamiliar sensations, one of Acard’s hands, which had been roughly kneading her breasts, slid down and slipped between the folds of her skirt.
“No, don’t…”
Damie quickly squeezed her thighs together. However, as if mocking her effort, his large hand forced its way between the tight space.
His slightly calloused fingertips brushed against her delicate entrance. When the hot fingers pressed against her slightly swollen folds, lewd juices dripped out from within.
“You’re soaking wet.”
Acard teased her with a mischievous grin as he toyed with her. His fingers stroked her sensitive entrance, parted her soft petals, and roughly rubbed her clitoris. In response, more hot fluids gushed out from inside.
Damie, panting as if on the verge of tears, glanced back at him. Her expression clearly asked how he could do something like this with someone outside the storage room. Her flustered and overwhelmed face only fueled his sadistic urges.
“How foolish.”
That expression had the opposite effect. Acard kissed Damie’s temple and whispered with terrifying tenderness.
Despite his slow voice, his actions became even more urgent and rough. He pulled down his trousers and grabbed Damie’s soft hips. Then, he began rubbing himself against her small, white underwear, visible beneath her lifted skirt.
“What, what are you doing…!”
Damie was even more flustered by the blatant desire she felt through the thin fabric.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m doing this.”
He tugged at her soaked underwear with his fingers and pushed his length into the small gap. The thick, hot tip moved inside her panties as if it would pierce through at any moment.
Startled by the sensation, Damie convulsed. When she tried to wriggle away, forgetting the situation for a moment, Acard grabbed her arms and whispered as he bit his finger.
“Shh. If you move like that, I might ‘accidentally’ put it in.”
It was a lie, of course. If he was going to do it, he preferred to do it properly. With his high stamina, he needed a space where he could freely thrust and indulge all night long.
However, what he was doing to Damie now was just a petty act of mischief. He wanted to torment and make her cry for constantly trying to run away from him.
Unaware of this, Damie became uncharacteristically docile at his threat of penetration. The anxious eyes looking up at him were so sweet, he wanted to lick them. Feeling his desire rise to his throat, Acard tightened his grip on her waist and pressed his hips against her.
“Good. Stay just like that.”
Positioning himself between her silky thighs, he slowly pushed his hips forward. The slick head, drenched in her clear fluids, easily slipped between her folds.
Acard started moving back and forth, enjoying the tightness of the narrow gap. It wasn’t as satisfying as actual penetration, but it had its own charm.
‘It’s still quite arousing.’
Lowering his gaze beneath his pale lashes, he saw Damie, her flushed ears tinged red, covering her mouth with one hand while being held and shaken by him. She was visibly struggling to keep quiet, yet clearly flustered by her body’s growing heat.
Her tearful expression was truly pitiful, but at the same time, it fueled the insatiable lust of the predator in him. He wanted to keep tormenting her until he finally made her cry.
“Damie.”
When he called her name in a faint whisper, her thighs trembled. As Acard slowly stroked the tops of her thighs, he extended his hand toward her flat lower belly.
“Mmm, mm…”
As he rubbed her private parts soaked in her own honey, Damie shook her head as if to say ‘no.’ She was already overwhelmed by his penis slipping in and out from behind as if it would penetrate her at any moment. If he also started tormenting her from the front, she felt like she would completely collapse.
Ignoring her pitiful resistance, Acard slid his hand to the parting folds. Finding her clitoris was easy.
He smacked his lips as he gently rubbed the swollen, slightly puffy pearl. Immediately, Damie’s gasping breaths took on a sweet tinge.
“Mmm, ahh…”
“Do you like it that much? Look at how swollen this is.”
Each time he moved his fingers faster, the wet sounds echoed in her ears. The narrow storage room amplified every noise. As he continued to tease her small clit, the overwhelming pleasure caused her legs to go weak.
The obscene movements of his penis, poking and rubbing against her entrance, left her dazed. His firm lower belly pressed against her soft buttocks, thrusting even more aggressively from behind.
The space between her thighs, where his penis was rubbing, was hot and sore. But every time it rubbed forcefully, her insides tightened involuntarily. Though not actually inserted, it felt as though he was tearing through her inner walls.
Damie, unable to voice her moans, only shed tears while being held by him. If she moved her hips back, his penis rubbed against her more aggressively; if she pushed forward, his fingers cruelly tormented her clitoris.
Her legs grew weak, and she could no longer stand properly. To avoid falling, Damie released her hand from her mouth and grabbed the storage room door. She worried that her moans might slip out.
“If… if they hear outside…”
Finally, Damie cried and clung to him. Acard, feeling the near-orgasmic ecstasy, reached out and covered her mouth. He then teased her moist mouth with his fingers.
“How does it taste? The juices you’re dripping.”
Damie could feel it without Acard having to say anything. The slightly sour and mild yet lewd taste of her fluids filled her tongue.
Damie shivered, but his fingers roamed her mouth mercilessly. His rough breathing, panting behind her, was both arousing and terrifying. The stimulation rocking her entire body pulled her down from being Damie Primula to just a rutting female.
Afraid of that sensation, Damie stifled her sobs. This man who had suddenly appeared in the North had turned her life and everything she knew upside down. Like a storm, he swept away everything, relentlessly pushing her to the brink.
It was maddening how much she both hated and craved it. The fingers fondling her private parts, the fierce male heat piercing her from behind—it was all so rapturous it felt like she might melt.
“The fluids you keep leaking are so hot, I feel like my cock is melting.”
“No, stop… Please!”
The buzzing sensation from her heated private parts intensified. Then, at some point, when his fingers crushed and squeezed the most sensitive spot, her vision went white.
“Ah…!!”
Her toes curled involuntarily, and her thighs trembled violently. In the darkness, her peach-like buttocks tensed hard, creating dimples along her rounded hips.
Acard, stroking the hollow spots, whispered with a teasing smile.
“Already? You really do have a lewd body.”
Even while saying this, he continued to rock his hips. Though he pretended to be nonchalant, Acard was also deeply aroused, feeling as though his vision was turning red.
It was inevitable. Hiding in a dark storage room while rubbing himself against a seductive beauty’s thighs, with people walking outside. Especially watching Damie’s enchanting form—struggling to keep quiet while her body betrayed her—was a sight to behold.
“No, we’ll get caught. Please, stop…”
“If you want me to stop, squeeze your thighs tighter. Move your hips more.”
Licking his lust-red lips, Acard gave her buttocks a light slap. Damie, startled by the smacking sound, tightened her thighs even more. In response, Acard let out a low, raspy groan, sounding like molten iron.
“Yes, that’s it. Tighter, tighter.”
The cramped storage room filled with soft sobbing, the man’s rough panting, and the lewd sounds of his cock rubbing between her wet thighs. Acard’s heated body, flushed with heightened pleasure, was as hot as a sun-scorched stone.
Damie, held by him, was shaken mindlessly. Even without actual penetration, the act was far more intense and chaotic than typical sex.
Her still throbbing privates twitched uncontrollably. His erect penis moving quickly in and out heightened her already oversensitive body, making it quiver and spasm.
Perhaps because of this, despite their caution, some part of her—shoulder or knee—bumped into the storage room door. Hearing the faint sound, the maid paused her sweeping outside.
“…? Is someone there?”
Hearing the maid’s approaching footsteps, Damie panicked and reached back, trying to push Acard away. But he only grabbed her arm, pulled her closer, and rubbed against her even more fervently.
“Mmph.”
With a restrained groan through clenched teeth, Acard thrust forward, pushing Damie into the storage room door.
Thud—!!
“Oh my!”
The maid, who had been approaching, let out a shrill scream, startled by the noise. Hearing this, Damie sobbed and clung to the storage room door, terrified that the maid might suddenly fling it open at any moment.
Even in this tense situation, Acard remained completely unfazed. After a few more rough thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt between Damie’s thighs and climaxed.
“Ungh…!!”
She could feel his solid body pressed tightly against her back, trembling. At the same time, the space between Damie’s abused thighs suddenly grew wet.
“Haa…”
The sound of his pleasure-soaked breathing lazily brushed against her ear. But underneath the greedy male, Damie was in disarray. Trembling sweetly, she clung to the doorknob as if it were her lifeline, whispering through her sobs.
“There’s someone… outside…”
“Tsk.”
Acard clicked his tongue at her pitiful state. This was the problem with having sex in risky places. Irritated by the interruption to savor the afterglow leisurely, he quickly reverted to his usual temperament.
“Move your hand.”
He grabbed Damie’s trembling hand and pulled it away from the storage room door. Clenching his fist, he swung it hard against the storage wall.
Bang—!!!
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