“Ah…”
“Olivia…” I muttered, my breath finally calming after the release. My mind began to clear, the fog of desire lifting slightly. I reached out, gently moving her disheveled hair aside to expose her neck. The sight of her neckline, hidden until now, made me pause. I couldn’t help but admire the delicate curve.
“You bastard…” she hissed, her voice filled with pain and resentment as if my small gesture of kindness only deepened her wounds.
“Wh-why… didn’t you tell me all this before?” she sobbed, her words breaking through the quiet.
‘Guess we are reaching the final path here…’
Her words hit me, but I remained silent, not giving anything out for now.
“Don’t treat me like a fool…” she continued, her voice trembling.
Her hands gripped the blanket tightly, her sobs growing louder as the weight of her emotions crashed over her. Her words were filled with resentment, the emotions coming alive from several things, the S side that had come out slowly falling to its hiding.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead, turning to face her fully, though I couldn’t meet her eyes. Her words were laced with such raw pain that they felt like knives against my skin. She was curled into herself, hiding her face, her sobs filling the space between us.
“Maybe… I shouldn’t have made you mine.” The words slipped out, cold and unforgiving.
“No!” Her breath caught as if I had struck her. The sharp intake of air cut through her sobs. Her lip quivered, and she bit down hard, trying to hold back more tears. But before she could say anything, I cupped her cheek, forcing her to listen.
“However, even if that’s the case,” I whispered, my voice soft but firm, “I have no intention of letting you go, Olivia.”
Her breath hitched. I leaned down, pressing my lips against hers, silencing whatever words she had left. My tongue slipped into her mouth, taking over, invading every corner. It wasn’t the gentle kiss she wanted, but it was mine, possessive and rough.
Even though it was harsher than she had expected, I could feel her resistance melt. Her sadness began to dissolve under the intensity of the kiss.
“Even if you end up breaking down in my arms, I don’t care,” I murmured between breaths. “I’ll make sure to hold you tight… so you’ll never be able to leave.”
Poke.
She whimpered. The sound of her voice, the feel of her body beneath mine—it stirred something ‘possessive’ in me. The way she reacted, the way she stopped crying—it only made me ‘want’ her more.
“Ah… Angggg!~”
I pressed my weight against her, driving into her again, feeling her modest breasts crush against my chest. I buried my face in her neck, licking and biting at her earlobe. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me on.
“You can do whatever you want…” she whispered, her voice soft, vulnerable.
I paused for a moment, letting her words sink in, with her S side now hidden and gone, it means that the M side of hers has now fully given itself to me, desiring me rougher now.
“You can do it like how you do it now….”
‘Huff…..looks like the first part is done well now’
Grab.
“Ah!”
I wrapped my arms around her roughly, pulling her body close, pressing my lips to her ear, whispering words soaked in greed and desire.
Pop.
Her body tensed beneath me as my words settled in. I could feel her heartbeat quicken, the weight of what she had said sinking in. But neither of us was stopping now.
“Um…”
I felt Olivia tense beneath me as I pulled out, only to thrust back in with one swift movement, hitting her cervix. Her reaction wasn’t painful, though—she shook her head slowly, her arms wrapping around me, letting me know she was okay. Even as I pushed her further than before, there was no sadness in her eyes. She accepted everything, her body responding to my desires.
The warmth inside her was overwhelming, and I could feel myself on the verge of a second climax. Olivia, too, seemed to sense it.
“Ha….ha~…ah!~” she moaned as I drove my hips into her, pushing her body to its limits, before reaching my release once again.
Squirt.
The warmth of her body pushed back against me as a thin, clear liquid trickled out, almost like she had lost control of her bladder. I could see the embarrassment wash over her face, but even in that vulnerable moment, she reached out and gripped my arm, her voice soft and pleading.
“Kiss… me…”
“You are…” I whispered, caught by the sight of her, before closing the distance and kissing her deeply. I was too captivated to finish my words. Her vulnerability made her even more beautiful to me. When our lips parted, she gently touched her stomach, swollen with the evidence of my release, and made a simple request.
“Call me…”
Thrust.
“Heuk…” I responded with another deep movement, stopping the flow of semen, and held her close. As I whispered her name, “Olivia…,” I felt her shudder.
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When the wave of ecstasy finally receded, I loosened my grip on her and gently let her go. My hand brushed over her belly before I pulled out completely.
Squelch.
The sound was vulgar, and as I fully withdrew, a mix of thick semen began to flow out. Olivia quickly reached down, covering herself with her hands, her face flushed with both embarrassment and exhaustion. For a moment, I was tempted to push her hands aside, to see more.
Though before that without answering, she turned her back to me and laid down, curling her body like a shrimp. She carefully tucked my now flaccid member between her thighs, then, to my surprise, reached down to hold it with her hand.
“I want to rest… with it inside…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Gently, I lifted one of her legs into the air.
“Ah…” she gasped, startled.
Without a word, I slowly guided myself back into her. The warmth of her body and the familiar tightness felt as it had before. The semen inside her acted as a natural lubricant, easing my way in.
“Heuk!” she whimpered, her body tensing momentarily, but she adjusted more easily this time.
“Haaa…” I exhaled, savoring the heat inside her. Even though her posture wasn’t perfect, I could still feel her warmth envelop me. But I couldn’t quite reach her cervix like this, so I lowered her leg and placed mine over hers, pushing deeper inside.
“Hick…!” she gasped again as I slid in completely, my length pressing gently against her cervix.
She purred softly, but her hands were searching for more. Grasping my right hand, which rested on her waist, she brought it up between her breasts. Then she pressed her cheek against my palm, her eyes fluttering closed, seeking comfort in the touch.
Neither of us said anything.
We didn’t need to.
We weren’t covered by the blanket, but it didn’t matter. Our bodies were enough to keep each other warm, our closeness becoming the only thing either of us needed at that moment.
‘Phew….looks like this first part has gone well’
I mused things had worked out well for now but I am not sure what can happen in the future for now, I have settled the shout-out that would have taken out Olivia, the only thing left is to deal slowly with Olivia, to let the information sink in her and to ‘create’ solutions with her for ‘our’ issue.
‘The other problem will be Lora, who will be planning on dealing with Nora’
The only thing in Lora’s mind holding everything back would be Nora, not to mention she would be filled with a certain level of fear if I would be stolen away by Nora, which would mean the issues have now started to slowly fall out, which means that I have to begin placing the pieces together so that my life won’t easily fall out.
‘The issue is with the people who can have an open relationship with me’
I would also need to make sure to keep Lora’s mind occupied, I have to point her to another situation, to lead the situation to another level that would be very useful to me.
