Chapter 33 : W-wait, not there! You really can’t!

Creak, creak—

When I came to my senses again,

“Hyaak, hngghh…!”

A vulgar moan was still escaping my lips.

I couldn’t tell if it started after I regained consciousness or if it had been there all along.

My legs were already spread wide open, ready to accept my partner.

“Awake? Tch. I was worried, you know.”

“Hik, nghh, hngghh…”

Her lips touched my overly sensitive pussy.

Yena’s pretty pink lips met my dripping wet folds, soaked in arousal.

The mental pleasure from that was overwhelming.

“Y-Yena… hey… my hips… they won’t move.”

“Slurp. So?”

“Haaah…! S-stop it!”

Between my thighs was Yena, staring right at me.

Her hand was still buried inside me, as if it belonged there.

Yena’s figure blurred—one, then two, then three of her flickered in my vision.

I blinked, clearing the haze from my eyes.

My tongue lolled out of my mouth, drool pooling before spilling down my cheek.

“Chuuu… Hieek.”

I swallowed the spit back.

Her fingers, filling me completely, began moving slowly in and out.

The unbearable pleasure stabbed at my lower belly.

My walls clenched tightly around her fingers, resisting the intrusion.

“Hayul, my fingers hurt from being inside you for so long.”

“Then p-pull them out…!”

“It’s just one finger, though?”

“Haa… haa…”

I could’ve sworn there were at least two or three inside.

It felt so full—like she might be lying.

“Haa—ngh?!”

The finger moving back and forth inside me suddenly grew thicker.

My walls stretched taut, clamping down hard around it.

It felt like she’d bent a knuckle, turning her finger into something that scraped against me.

“Got it. Heh. Should I pull out?”

“W-wait! D-don’t pull it out!”

“First this, then that—why so indecisive?”

Just the sensation of her finger sliding against my walls nearly made me pass out again.

I didn’t want to feel it dragging against my sticky insides as it pulled out.

But my body, oblivious to my pride, reacted obediently.

I could vividly feel the arousal leaking from my pussy.

“Pfft. Hayul, your lower half is already throwing a party, huh?”

“N-no, hey… j-just stay still—”

Before I could finish, a pleasure like fire shot through my brain.

My hips trembled violently, splashing wetness with every twitch.

The gray stain on the bedsheet grew larger.

Meanwhile, Yena focused, holding her hand near my entrance.

Only then did I realize how empty I felt inside.

She’d pulled her finger out in one swift motion, scraping against my walls.

A few more obscene sounds escaped me, and color returned to my bleary vision.

“Hnggh… nghh… hngghh…”

Yena’s hand came closer to my face.

Palm up, fingers slightly curled—like a cup holding water.

“Open your mouth.”

“Nngh… s-shirr…”

I shook my head in refusal.

Her hand was filled with my own slick.

‘Drink this? Hah. No way.’

Unless she forced my mouth open, I wouldn’t.

I clenched my jaw tight.

But Yena had an unexpected move.

“Nngh?”

“Slurp… glug…”

She brought her hand to her own mouth and drank it all effortlessly.

No—more like held it in her mouth.

She opened her lips to show me.

“Bleh—”

“W-what, what am I supposed to do with that?”

“Heh.”

Honestly… no, extremely… hot.

Like she was bragging about holding my taste in her mouth.

A strange satisfaction tingled at the back of my neck.

“Nghhk?!”

Yena’s hand shot back down between my legs.

I immediately knew what she was planning.

Surprise me with her touch, then make me open my mouth.

‘Can’t you just drink it yourself…?’

I grabbed her arm with both hands, knowing full well it wouldn’t work.

Of course, it didn’t.

I clenched my trembling thighs together instead.

I could feel the slick sliding between them.

“…”

Yena didn’t seem pleased.

‘Not happening, idiot.’

I smirked inwardly.

Yena flexed her fingers in warning.

But after everything, how could that scare me?

I squeezed my thighs tighter.

Her fingers brushed against my damp skin, then spread wide, gripping firmly.

‘I can still hold out—hyaaah?!’

Her inhuman grip strength forced my legs apart.

I startled, trying to close them again, but her knee was already between them.

One knee in, then another.

The hand pinning my thighs moved lower.

“Nghhk! Ngh!”

I pressed my lips shut, refusing.

The reason I didn’t say it aloud?

Because opening my mouth meant losing.

At this point, my stubbornness flared—I wouldn’t lose.

Her fingers moved predictably.

Stroking my pussy.

“Nghh… hngghh…!”

I didn’t need to hold back my moans.

Just let them slip through my clenched teeth.

Next, she’d probably try to push inside.

I braced myself, tightening my walls.

But then, I noticed Yena’s throat twitch slightly.

‘Pfft. Yeah, you can’t hold it forever.’

Her mouth must’ve been uncomfortably full.

Serves you right.

Just a few more minutes, and I’d win.

Her fingers teased my entrance.

“Hngghhk…!”

With a wet squelch, they slipped inside.

No matter how much I clenched, her fingers ignored me.

I writhed, trying to escape, but each movement only drove them deeper.

Just like before, she crooked her finger.

‘O-okay, this is kinda scary.’

For a second, I considered giving up.

But seeing Yena’s smug face erased my fear.

I twisted my lips into a smirk.

She smirked back, but I could almost hear her thoughts.

Snap.

Was that sound real?

Not that the pleasure was any easier to endure.

“Hieek! Nghh! Hngk!”

Yena curled her finger, scraping the upper walls.

Like she was searching for something.

The pressure wasn’t unbearable—yet.

Until she pressed against that spot.

*”Hngghh! Haaah! Nghh! Hngk!”

A sudden, overwhelming pleasure stabbed through me, so intense it made my mouth fall open.

The moment I realized, I shut it tight, but she didn’t seem to care at all.

Yena showed no interest in my mouth, only pressing relentlessly on my pleasure switch.

“Ahh—ah, my mouth, it—it opened! Stop! Hah, ah, ngh!”

A pleasure unlike anything I’d felt before shot straight up my spine and pierced my brain.

Even as I begged desperately, Yena kept pressing firmly on that spot inside me.

Her lips, slick with my wetness, curled into a wicked smile.

That sadistic laugh of hers.

Without a word, Yena ravaged me from the inside.

The mounting pleasure flooded my brain with intoxicating chemicals.

“Haah, I’m—I’m close, ah…!”

Then, all movement stopped.

Again, she teased me the same way—just like before.

And I’d already fallen for it multiple times.

Though I like to think I’m a fast learner.

…Maybe.

“More, please—! Aah—”

“Mhm.”

“Here—I opened my mouth, see? Come on, please? Ah—”

I rocked my hips in short, desperate thrusts, chasing her fingers.

A mind-blowing pleasure wrapped around my brain.

Of course, she didn’t let me finish.

Her fingers slowly withdrew, pulling out with a lewd, wet sound.

“W-Why’d you stop…? What, what do you want me to do…?”

My useless brain could only think: Yena. Fingers. Good.

Yena tapped lightly at my entrance, teasing, then slipped just the tip in.

“Kyaah—! Ngh, ah… Huh?”

But she pulled out again just as quickly.

My empty hole ached for her.

Yena hovered her finger at my entrance, lost in thought.

The slick, ready hole twitched, begging to be filled.

But instead, she dragged her stiff finger downward—

Toward another hole.

Tightly clenched, refusing any intrusion.

“Ahh! N-No, not there! Are you insane—?!”

With a slick finger, she tapped lightly—tap, tap—against that pink pucker.

Just like the warning she gave before entering me earlier.

A shiver ran through my whole body.

Overwhelmed by the threat, I pushed myself up with my hands.

Now face-to-face with Yena.

Naturally, her finger left there.

She stared down at me, looking almost disappointed.

Try it, and I’ll kill you for real…

To distract myself from dangerous thoughts, I kissed her.

“Mmh, haah, slurp…”

“Heh.”

Yena chuckled lowly, then passed a sticky fluid from her mouth to mine.

The mixed fluids were scorching hot, as if fresh from my core.

Gulp—gulp—

Like a baby bird fed by its mother, I swallowed everything she gave me.