Chapter 154: Taffy (4)

“W-what! Don’t do this! This isn’t like you! Huh?”

I was flustered. More than fear, the emotion dominating my mind was bewilderment. No. 13, paying no mind to my frantic wriggling, began to pull down my pants. My belt drooped to the floor like a dead snake. My pants were peeled down to the floor, leaving only a single pair of underwear protecting my groin. My bulging erection seemed to be teasing me, asking if I wasn’t secretly enjoying this situation.

No. 13 said.

“It’s okay. I’ll make it feel good.”

She said that and then removed my underwear as well. Like a bent branch snapping back powerfully, my tautly erect cock aimed its head towards her face. While I was flustered, part of me was also getting excited by the fact that No. 13 was tying me up and touching my cock.

Swaying, swaying, like reeds in a field, my cock was gracefully oscillating, much like my body tied with cloth right now. It was hard and erect, veins bulging like a grotesque sight, its head aimed at No. 13’s face like the barrel of a gun targeting prey.

“Ah……! Hmmm……. Hmmm…….”

No. 13 looked at my cock, dangling just short of her nose, turned her head away, gave a dry cough, and blinked. Then, suppressing the twitch at the corner of her mouth, she haughtily lifted her chin as if nothing had happened.

She took a small, deep breath and began tapping my cock with her fingertips. Carefully holding it so her sharp nails wouldn’t pierce my skin, she began pressing and stroking it back and forth.

I tried hard not to show that I was enjoying her caress. Honestly speaking, No. 13 was pretty, and she had a great body. Every time light shone through the thin fabric of her dress, I loved the gap between her thighs. I loved her hips, conveyed through the tight lines of her dress. The cleavage visible whenever she lowered her head, her outfit without even a bra, was so appealing.

But right now, I had to pretend I wasn’t enjoying it, pretend I didn’t want this happening. Because if I, the recipient, enjoyed it in this situation, it felt like it would ruin the mood. After all, rape is only enjoyable for me if the other person hates it.

“S-stop it! No. 13! This is wrong! This is rape! You shouldn’t do this!”

“Evan. Don’t you like this?”

“No, I don’t dislike it…”

She blinked her red eyes and asked me. I couldn’t answer ‘no’ to that question. I shook my head, belatedly remembering Sophia. I was sure I’d sent her to the guest room, what happened? No. 13 kept rubbing my cock, and thanks to her clumsy petting, I had enough composure to ask a question.

“What about Sophia? S-Sophia?”

Instead of answering my question, she gripped my cock tightly with her hand.

“Kuaaaak!”

My glans instantly turned red, and white hand marks remained on the shaft gripped in her hand. No. 13 tapped the tip of my cock with her finger and said.

“Evan. Other women. No talking. Look only at me.”

She said that and began stimulating me with both hands. No matter how clumsy her petting was, using two hands made it hard for me to endure the stimulation. What’s more, she was becoming increasingly skillful. I barely held onto my senses and asked.

“B-but you still have to tell me what happened. No. 13. Okay?”

“It’s fine. Evan. Live here. Forget. That woman.”

No. 13 didn’t seem interested in Sophia’s whereabouts or fate. Judging by her nuance, she didn’t seem like she’d killed her. I took a deep breath and said.

“No. 13. Why are you doing this? Huh? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Do you dislike me?”

Every time I asked why, No. 13 answered in a different way. It felt like hearing an echo of the question ‘Do you dislike me?’ no matter what. I shook my head and gave a smile.

“There’s no way I could dislike you. No. 13. Right? I was always thinking of you. Because I thought you were dead, I sometimes felt depressed even after becoming rich.”

“It’s okay now. I’m alive. Evan. I’m alive here.”

No. 13 said that and smiled. Her smiling face was much more attractive than her stoic one. I told her. I wanted to have sex with her, and I wanted her to suck my cock, but I couldn’t stay tied up like this. No. 13 was my friend, and I wanted to lay her on the bed and fuck her in the most lewd position possible. Having sex in this position would just look ridiculous, like sticking a dildo on a trampoline and bouncing. That position wouldn’t set the mood, nor would it allow me to show off my strengths.

I said.

“No. 13. Can you untie me first? Huh? I want to do this and that with you too, and touch you. Huh?”

“No.”

No. 13 refused firmly. Her hand was getting wet with the pre-ejaculate flowing from my glans. As her hand moved up and down, my entire cock became covered in sticky, slippery fluid. No. 13 said.

“Evan. There are other women outside. If there are women, you betray me.”

“What are you talking about? Huh?”

“Evan. There are many good women. Me. I don’t have that much money. Taking Evan. It’s hard to go outside.”

I couldn’t understand her words. Her bat wings, long claws, and red eyes told me she was a demon, but I couldn’t figure out what had happened. Why was she acting like this towards me? Why did she become a demon? Was she a demon from the start? No. 13 said.

“Evan. Forget all other women. Live only with me.”

“….What happened to you?”

No. 13 didn’t answer my question. She grabbed the base of my shaft and began thrusting rapidly back and forth. Feeling the appropriate pressure and the movements urging me to cum, I frowned. No. 13 hesitated for a moment, opening her mouth slightly. She tilted her head back and forth, seemingly gauging the size, then opened her mouth wider and took my cock in.

“Ughhh!”

And the moment she puckered her lips and took my cock into her mouth, seeing that adorable expression, I came. My cum, after a long time, was more plentiful than I expected, and No. 13 made a bewildered face, rolling her eyes, then grimaced, trying to swallow all of it. Her cheeks bulged slightly, and a drop or two of cum leaked from between her lips.

If I could have used my hands, I would have grabbed that silver hair and pushed my cock deeper. And watching her suffer, I would have smiled with satisfaction.

But now I was tied up, and No. 13 stepped back with a face full of bewilderment. Swallowing with narrowed brows, she looked at me with wide eyes. Her large red eyes seemed filled with murderous intent, or perhaps anger towards me, so I couldn’t help but flinch.

“It’s delicious.”

But the answer that came from her mouth wasn’t what I expected. No. 13 blinked, wiped her lips, and grabbed my cock again.

“…..What?”

“Delicious like blood. Evan. Is it only with Evan?”

I had nothing to say. It was No. 13’s first time tasting cum, and I hadn’t tasted my own. What did Lumia say after eating my cum? Sylvia definitely said it didn’t taste good, but No. 13 seemed to like mine.

She knelt before me and this time, opened her mouth, swallowing my cock down to the base. Watching her silver hair bobbing before my eyes as my cock slid into her small mouth, I felt an urge to spread her thighs and thrust my cock in right away.

“Ah…! Aagh……!”

But I couldn’t do that. The cloth she’d made with her strength bound my limbs tightly like slave chains, and no matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t break free. I said to No. 13.

“Aah, aagh…! No. 13! Let’s do something more enjoyable than this. Okay?”

“Evan. This is delicious.”

Her pretty buttocks were subtly glimpsed along the line of her dress hem. Her small mouth was swallowing my cum again. When she slightly lifted her head, her nipples were visible between her cleavage. Her white thighs and the cum slightly smeared on her face were attractive.

I really wanted to fuck her.

The line between us had already been crossed. She intended to raise me like livestock, and I wanted to ravish her like a female. To this cruel demon who had shattered the friendship I desired, I had to exact my revenge thoroughly through sex.

“No. 13. Let’s do something more enjoyable than this. Let me put this inside your body……!”

“No.”

No. 13 shook her head, then suddenly flew up. She moved backward solely with wing beats, then pulled out a book from a vanity drawer. It was quite a distance, but I could see the title from there.

[99 Ways to Make a Strong-Willed Man into a Sex Slave]

“Ah, fuck…!”

No. 13 rubbed her face against the book cover while laughing.

“Evan. Evan. Evan.”

The moment she called my name while rubbing the book, I felt a heart-stopping terror.

“Hey! Fuck! You want me to be a slave again? Are you crazy?”

I cursed instinctively and realized my mistake, but No. 13 seemed unfazed by my profanity.

“Evan. Not a slave. Only the name is slave. I won’t make you work. Instead. Play with me like this every day. Sleep together. Hold me. Read me books.”

“You can’t gain love through forced methods like this. Brainwashing others or forcing love is wrong.”

No. 13 opened the book.

“According to this book. Once training is complete. Forget all that. Evan. I’ll raise you.”

No. 13 was laughing.

“Provide stimulation, but don’t give them what they want. Make them burn. Control them with pleasure as a leash.”

Reading the passage, she shivered slightly, then suddenly hugged me tightly.

“Evan. It’s okay. I’ll raise you.”

Fuck.

I’m fucked!