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His slippery flesh slid into her delicate mouth. His tongue darted in and out, flicking across the even teeth, arousing Tilda relentlessly.
She shouldn’t have trusted this man after all……!
Tilda pushed the man’s shoulders and patted his bulging chest, but the unholy tongue wouldn’t stop seeking her mouth.
But there was something different about him, something apart from everyone. Maybe it was the surprise, maybe it was the movement of the flesh, maybe it was the pain, but the pain had faded a little.
Maybe it was the man’s trick. It was clear that he had planned this from the beginning, that he was inflating her pain with his mouth.
She pushed her tongue out and bit his lip in an attempt to resist, but his breathing grew ragged as if he had provoked the man again.
Then the man’s large hand slipped through Tilda’s damp clothing and rubbed lazily across her concave belly.
Tilda squirmed away from the touch, but he wouldn’t let her go. He stroked her stomach and waist and stroked the smooth skin along her spine,
She tried to break it from him but nothing was working.
Unlike his hasty, rough kisses, the touch was gentle and affectionate, and Tilda thought he was a strange man.
If he was trying to ……transgress (go beyond the limits), he wouldn’t have to go to all this trouble.
She could feel the calluses on her wingbones as he stroked them. The man’s hand felt long and fine against her skin, but his palm was rough.
“How about this, Are you feeling any pain?”
The man asked in a low voice as he licked and nibbled at my earlobe.
“You’ve forgotten about the pain.”
Tilda’s face flushed at the smirk in his voice.
As he spoke, the pain eased, and she found herself breathing softly. The fever that had threatened to consume her was subsiding, and not just the pain the man had inflicted.
She could no longer dismiss it as the man’s dirty trick.
What was this man……?
In fact, his voice sounded familiar from earlier, and I could picture his face in my head.
‘No way…….’
My brief speculation was short-lived.
“Now that I’ve given you a break, you’re thinking of something else.”
His hand slid down to rest on her wingbone.
Tilda, caught off guard, jumped in surprise.
Not here. This is not the place to give up to a faceless man.
As if to disarm her again, the man’s tongue licked her collarbone, tracing it with the tip of his tongue.
His breath on her breast, Tilda pushed his face away from him.
“Stop it……!”
For the first time, her voice came out right.
For the first time, her voice sounded like it belonged to her, after the roughness in her throat.
The man smirked.
“You’re going to hurt yourself again if I stop now”
“……I’d rather scream in pain.”
“I’d rather see you gasp in pleasure than scream in pain.”
Tilda bit her lip hard.
She had never heard anything like this in her life.
Growing up in a religious family, she always held onto purity deeply, using the goddess’s purity as her guiding light and trying to follow in those footsteps.
Tilda, who was not good with such straightforward, raw conversation, felt heat pool deep in the pit of her stomach.
The pain was suddenly completely gone.
Tilda muttered a curse.
“……You’re insane. You’re horny for a patient who can’t even see.”
“hahahhaah”
With that, the man touched something deep inside Tilda. Tilda clutched at the blanket.
The heat in her already clenched stomach refused to let go of the man’s touch.
The goddess Valinea would be in mourning.
“This should be enough.”
Tilda could not see, but she understood what the man was preparing for.
She knew this was her last chance to rebel, but the fever that was making her head spin made it hard to resist.
She wanted him to fill this emptiness, to take away this heat.
Tilda was surprised at her own desire.
She wasn’t a woman so driven by her desire.
She wasn’t sure if it was her vision getting fuzzy that made her notice the sensations or if the crazy pain was just messing with her head, but she had never felt this hot before, not even with Windson. In fact, she used to say she couldn’t feel anything at all.
Tilda always thought that things were just to maintain a couple’s relationship, nothing more, nothing less.
But with this man, why…….
Tilda let out a suppressed moan as he tried to enter her.
“Ugh…….”
“……hold me tightly. That’ll hurt less.”
The man slowly slid inside Tilda, his mouth was lavishing kisses all over her body as if he were taking care of her.
“Ugh…….”
He groaned.
For the first time, Tilda wondered what his face looked like.
Hmm.
When he was all the way in, he let out a deep sigh he’d been holding in.
“Stay as still as you can, so you can enjoy it too.”
Say what…..!
Before I could complain, the man moved downward.
A searing pain shot up from below, and Tilda cursed the man inwardly once more.
There was no way her ragged body didn’t hurt.
Just as she thought that, something flashed through the pain, sending a tingle down her spine.
Tilda grabbed the man’s forearm hard. As if sensing her condition, the man relentlessly attacked the same spot.
Finally, the pleasure overcame the pain. Fireworks exploded in her head, nonstop.
Tilda froze, unable to resist the rush of pleasure.
“Breathe.”
The man commanded, stopping the action as Tilda fluttered her eyelashes.
Whoosh, she exhaled deeply.
Then the man resumed his promiscuous hip movements. Tilda wrapped her hands around his neck and clung to him as if in agony.
He kissed every inch of her face. They were small, delicate kisses, like the pecking of a bird’s beak.
‘…….’
Tilda thought she knew why she felt so warm to his touch.
His touch, his lips, were tinged with affection.
It was something she hadn’t felt since her mother died.
Her father had distanced himself from her after her mother’s death, and Windson had always blamed her.
So here she was, reacting to affection from this faceless stranger.
It was pathetic and shabby.
Tilda pressed her lips together to stifle her disgust.
The man, unaware of her condition, kissed her eyelids and muttered to himself.
“Do you know why they blinded you?”
Tilda didn’t answer.
“Because your eyes are particularly bright.”
This was the first time she heard of that.
The man’s words brought tears to Tilda’s eyes.
For the first time, the emotional comfort was greater than the physical pleasure.
At the same time, a question bubbled up in her mind.
If a man who barely knew about her could easily flatter her frozen heart, why couldn’t her husband, Windson, do the same?
Why did my mother, who understood and loved me, leave me so early?
Why did my father never tell me that it wasn’t my fault she died?
“And why… now… am I finally understanding everything?”
Tilda’s chest heaved as the pent-up sorrow and grief she had buried deep down suddenly burst out. She cried bitterly, like a child whose candy had been stolen.
The man licked away her tears as if they were sweet sugar water, leaving none behind.
“I wanted to see you panting from pleasure, not crying.”
Tilda barely managed to stop her sobs and replied, “… You’re a deviant.”
“For now, let’s call it that. Not entirely wrong, anyway,” the man admitted slyly.
His teasing attitude made Tilda realize his face in the darkness. She couldn’t ignore it anymore.
This familiar voice, the strong body, the way he spoke to provoke her—everything screamed that it was him.
She just didn’t want to admit that she was doing these things with ‘him’.
Given his status, what they were doing was something that should never have happened.
“…Will my sight really come back?” she asked.
“Yes, Just like your body is already fine now.”
He was right.
Even without the overwhelming pleasure, her body no longer ached. The pain was completely gone, and the fever had subsided.
It was strange.
And if her sight would really come back… that was something even divine powers couldn’t achieve.
She felt like she knew who this man was, but she still couldn’t fully grasp it.
Who on earth was he?
Just then, the man reminded her of his presence by moving his hips.
“Ah!”
She let out a moan, caught off guard.
He chuckled softly. Even though she couldn’t see, she knew exactly what kind of expression he was wearing.
Tilda no longer tried to push him away.
There was no point. She couldn’t push him away even if she tried, and it was too late now.
Like surrendering to a rising tide, she clung to his neck and let him have her.
This lewd man could only have her for tonight.
Today, she had been told by her husband that he wanted a divorce, she had learned a horrible truth, and she had almost drowned in the cold sea.
Everything that had happened in just one day felt too unreal.
So, she decided to treat this night as if it were nothing but a fleeting daydream.
The man, thrilled by her submission, became even more intense.
The night of entangled passion stretched on endlessly, and the man and woman reached their peaks several times. Only when Tilda collapsed in exhaustion, nearly unconscious, did their act finally end.
And when she opened her eyes again…
Tilda could see the dazzling sunlight breaking across her face and the clear, bright blue sky above.
