<b>? The Long Night (2) ?</b>


    <strong>Warning: Chapters 227-230 are all 18+</strong>


    Their lips brushed against each other with a soft, tender touch, as though whispering a timid hello.


    Then, the initial tenderness gave way to a growing intensity, yfully biting and licking until their lips grew dry. Their breaths intermingled, restoring moisture to each other’s parched lips.


    Vera’s hand traced the contours of Renee’s cheek, a gesture mirrored by Renee.


    As they moved, Renee’s hair entwined and unwound around Vera’s fingers.


    Vera’s previously swept-back hair hung downwards.


    The sweet, alcoholic scent mingling between them made Renee feel even more intoxicated.


    It wasn’t just Vera’s lips. It felt like even his breath and the intoxicating aroma it carried were bing hers.


    Her heart pounded as though it might burst.


    She felt a delusion akin to her mind being set ame.


    In the absence of sight, every sound and touch was amplified for Renee – unveiling the reality of her current situation with vivid rity.


    Vera was on top of her.


    She felt Vera’s part touching the area between her thighs, and hisrge, rough hands on her cheek.


    Next to her head, she could feel Vera’s arms, which sunk deeper into the mattress than any other part of him. His tongue ravished her lips, and his breath ignited a passionate fire within her.


    It was as if she were his prey, caught and being devoured by him.


    All of Vera’s actions restricted her movements and dulled her thoughts, so there was no better way to describe it.


    Her muscles reflexively tensed.


    Renee’s expression clouded over as her body gradually stiffened and her breath lost its original rhythm. Noticing it, Vera withdrew his lips and whispered.


    “…You don’t have to be nervous.”


    He moved his hand away from Renee’s cheek and slowly lowered it towards her waist.


    Then, he slipped it underneath her shirt.


    Feeling his hand directly on her bare skin gave Renee chills.


    It was an electrifying, thrilling sensation. The current continued, running through her mind.


    “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”


    The hand that had been on the pillow next to Renee’s head stroked her.


    Renee swallowed dryly and slowly nodded. Her stiff body trembled little by little.


    Feeling like she needed to hold onto something, she clung to Vera’s cor.


    At that action, a small chuckle came out of his mouth.


    “There, try breathing slowly.”


    Renee didn’t think.


    She simply inhaled and exhaled, mindlessly following his voice.


    The sound of her breaths filled the silent room.


    She sucked in with a ‘shhh’, and let out a ‘huuu’.


    As she consciously regted her breathing, her tension eased.


    Feeling Renee’s waist slowly loosen, Vera spoke.


    “Well done.”


    Her face grew even redder as he stroked her head and said so.


    Then, Renee pulled Vera towards her.


    He didn’t resist.


    Following her lead, he leaned his torso closer, bringing his head by her ear.


    Vera yfully nibbled her earlobe and her legs tightened around him, her toes curling up in response.


    Vera felt pleasure. Seeing Renee grow tense from even the slightest stimtion yet still clinging onto him so pitifully gave him a wicked delight.


    He caressed Renee’s hips with his thumb and slid his tongue out slightly to lick the spot underneath her earlobe.


    Noticing that her reactions were still full of tension, Vera lowered his head further to gently lick the back of her neck. Renee’s body jerked violently.


    “Ngh…!”


    A heated gasp escaped her.


    This was it.


    The sensitive spot that made Renee react.


    Vera’s eyebrows raised, and the corners of his lips curled upwards.


    Slowly, Vera began teasing her nape.


    Renee couldn’t think straight.


    For some reason, her lower abdomen grew hot as Vera’s tongue traced her nape and his lips brushed across it.


    Her waist squirmed at the intensely disconcerting sensation, but those movements quickly ceased.


    It was because Vera had pinned down her lower half, preventing her from moving.


    It felt like being unable to scratch an itch. She wanted to relieve this sensation so badly, but being prevented from doing so only worsened the stimtion.


    That was Vera’s aim.


    His nature, which enjoyed dominating others and having his way with them, manifested in tormenting Renee like this.


    Preventing her from touching herself, making her rely and plead for him.


    The desire that was driving Vera could only be described as depraved, yet he didn’t stop.


    <i> Chu— </i>


    As a kiss was ced loudly on Renee’s nape, her eyebrows furrowed.


    Her lips were tightly sealed, and a moist breath was continuously exhaling from her buried head.


    It was an act of surrender, as if begging for mercy.


    And it was an act that fueled Vera’s desire.


    The hand that had only caressed her hips until now was traveling upwards, sliding along her soft, curved waist.


    Renee bit down on his nape.


    As his fingers glided over her skin, an irresistible electric shock surged within her.


    Danger.


    Though Renee tried to voice her judgment—


    “W-wait…!”


    Her words were cut off as Vera’s hand grabbed her there.


    Renee was momentarily breathless as his hand had slipped under her clothes and beneath her bra to grab her breast.


    “It’s alright. You’re doing very well.”


    At Vera’s hushed words, Renee’s hips slightly raised.


    Her previously stiff legs squirmed restlessly as her curled toes pressed into Vera’s calves.


    Savoring each of her reactions, Vera moved his hand slowly.


    Not too forcefully, yet certainly stimting.


    “Mm…”


    Another heated gasp slipped from Renee’s lips.


    Tears lingered at the corners of her eyes.


    This posed a challenge even for Vera, who wanted to stay calm.


    Things like Renee’s pitiful panting, her breasts which were too big to fit in one hand, and her writhing movements—they all stimted Vera’s arousal.


    Vera paused for a moment, this time his index finger gently pinching her nipple. As he teasingly circled around the erect tip of her bouncing breasts, her hips jerked.


    “Ah…!”


    How much strength had she used? Renee’s hand on his cor trembled violently.


    Right after, the tension left Renee’s stiff body. Her body, which had been so tense until now, shuddered and went limp.


    Veraughed mischievously.


    “Already?”


    <i> Flinch—</i>


    Renee’s body jolted.


    The lingering sensations still tormented her—his fingers teasing her captive breast, tickling her earlobe, and his yful voice indicating he had no intention of letting her go just yet.


    Vera pressed in even closer.


    His pelvis nestled between her legs slid deeper, forcing them further apart.


    Noticing that her skirt had already been curled up all the way to her waist at some point, Renee shook in fear.


    It was for a different reason.


    She was far too wet down there.


    There was no doubt that her underwear was also thoroughly soaked, and with her skirt pushed up like this, it was only natural for Vera to see everything.


    “W-wai…”


    “What’s this?”


    Renee’s pathetic struggle was futile.


    Vera let go of the hand groping her breast and pushed himself up, then scolded her while looking down from above.


    “Wetting the bed at your age? Didn’t you say with your own mouth that you weren’t a child anymore?”


    “No, that’s not…”


    Renee was on the verge of tears.


    Her face was burning as she iled her arms about.


    Vera could tell from her clenched fists that she was trying to hit him.


    Heughed, his arms reaching out to pin down Renee’s wrists.


    “If this isn’t wetting yourself, then what is it?”


    Renee’s body froze, feeling humiliated when she realized what Vera intended to make her do.


    He wanted her to describe her current state with her own mouth.


    To confess that his actions so far had pushed her to climax.


    It was a rather twisted kink, yet it aroused a strange pleasure in Renee.


    Renee knew<i>—</i>


    The air kissing her stomach, chest, and inner thighs told her that she was half-naked. It meant that she was spread out and pinned down by Vera.


    He was looking down at her like this right now.


    Regardless of being referred to as immoral, the sensation felt good.


    Her body quivered slightly.


    The tingling pressure in her lower area returned, and a feeling of wetness leaked into her underwear.


    Renee, while aware of all that, felt helpless.


    “If you don’t want to say it, then we can move on.”


    At Vera’s voice, Renee turned her head to the side.


    He released her wrist, stroking Renee’s stomach as if to soothe her.


    “Wouldn’t it be best to take off these clothes and dry them?”


    It was an indirect question, but the implication was obvious.


    Feeling her teeth chatter from embarrassment, Renee nodded.


    Vera’s hands roamed all over Renee’s body again.


    She wanted to ignore those sensations, but found it impossible.


    It was far too vivid.


    And far too thrilling.


    <i> Pop.</i>


    <i> Pop.</i>


    One by one, the buttons of her blouse came undone.


    With each motion, her breasts jiggled.


    After her blouse was pulled open to the sides, Vera slipped his arms under Renee and lifted her up.


    Renee didn’t resist.


    The smooth fabric slipped down her shoulders and passed her arms.


    “Next, I will take off your bra and underwear.”


    It was a terrible fetish.


    Rather than silently stripping her, Vera continued narrating the situation to stimte Renee’s shame.


    Still atop his thighs, Renee buried her head in Vera’s nape and nodded.


    She felt a dizzying heat.


    And in this position, she felt something else as well.


    It pressed against her inner thigh.


    She could feel itsrge and thick shape even through the fabric, and the thought that it wouldn’t possibly fit in her mouth only excited her more.


    ‘T-This is…’


    She gulped.


    More than everything else, the size alone raised questions of whether it could possibly fit inside her. Of course, Vera wasn’t trying to do the impossible, but she couldn’t help but be worried.


    <i> Slide—</i>


    The bra covering her chest was pulled off.


    At that, Renee felt a sense of freedom and heaviness.


    However, she couldn’t focus on that.


    All her attention was already focused on her lower half.


    The inside of her thigh began twitching as her underwear became increasingly wetter.


    She knew that shouldn’t be happening, but she couldn’t control herself.


    As Vera’s hand stroked her back, Renee violently trembled before finally giving in to her desires and speaking.


    “V-Vera…”


    “Yes?”


    “What about down there…?”


    A muffled, squeaking voice came out. It was fortunately loud enough to hear in the quiet room.


    Veraughed.


    And as though he wouldn’t make this easy, he asked back.


    “By down there, what exactly are you referring to?”


    “Ngh…!”


    Renee’s rising frustration made her tighten her grip on Vera’s cor.


    She had endured enough, and waiting any longer would be pure torment.


    The fact that Vera refused to simply do as she wished tightened her chest, clouding her reason.


    Such was the essence of desire.


    It was the most primal instinct, yet also the antithesis of rationality.


    It erased thoughts of future consequences and only pursued immediate pleasure.


    Despite knowing the risks, it still drew one into its thrall.


    Renee did the same.


    She had already given in to desire.


    “…Please.”


    Her pleading voice was too soft to satisfy Vera.


    Renee realized that as well.


    So, she repeated herself louder.


    “Take them off… Please…”


    Despite the humiliating act of begging for it herself, Renee felt a thrill course through her.