[SCR] 18 – Why Did You Accept? (H)

(────... Fuu...)

Idyllia shook her head reflexively. She had no knowledge of that area, but she knew that connecting with a man in that area meant losing her purity.

Silvio huffed as if he had expected it.

“I see. Then I guess you’re begging for a kiss.”

When he said this deliberately, he pulled his face there.

“Oh, don’t... Oh, no... ...”

It was embarrassing just to be seen from a distance. She couldn’t bear to have that place peeked at from up close. She tried to close her legs without thinking, but his body was in the way, and she couldn’t close them.

“Well, don’t say that.”

He brought his face close to the petals while looking provocatively at Idyllia, who wept tears of anxiety. Not only that, he rubbed the ceiling of the flirtatious wall with his fingers embedded in the honeycomb.

"Hic! Ah, ah... Ahh..."

As soon as her lower limbs jumped up in pleasure, his tongue caught the pistil hidden in the petal. A tremendous joy ran through her whole body, and she felt faint momentarily.

"────aaaahh... Yaah...!"

With a lewd, charming sound, Idyllia’s sweaty whole body trembled. She finally realised there was no time to be shy about being seen. Sucking on her reverberating thigh, he tangled his tongue in the soft folds of the prongs. The bud had hardened there. In addition, he squeezed it up slickly.

“Oh, oh... No! ... Oh, no! ... Stop, stop... Ahhhhh...!”

Her hips undulated with such pleasure that her eyes rolled back, and her eyelids fluttered shut.

The overflowing pleasure and shame made her mind go blank, and her hole squeezed his rampant fingers inside. Idyllia gripped the pillow with her feeble hand and fainted in agony.

“No, not that much, don’t do that much, ah! ... Oh, oh...! Oh no...!”

While she thrashed about, drowning in pleasure, her consciousness faded in bouts. As if cornered by the fingers pushed into her base and the lewd pleasure that was rising rapidly, Idyllia was soon thrust to unending heights.

"────aaaah...!"

Her whole body twitched in small spasms in a daze, and she was immersed in an absorbing euphoria. Despite all this, she felt a large amount of love juice flooding from the honeycomb that squeezed his fingers. Idyllia stared into the air in a daze, her chest rising and falling as she breathed, and Silvio ordered her to relax her legs.

“Open your legs.”

What appeared to be the man himself popped out from the front of his loosened-leg robe.

“... Huh.”

When she averted her eyes, he continued with a small smile.

“If you don’t do as I say... I’ll lick you for a while longer, hm?”

“No... Fuu...”

“The end result is the same anyway. You know what’s smarter, don’t you?”

“....”

He didn’t seem to be willing to forgive her in any way. Realising this from the way he looked down at her, Idyllia slowly opened her legs.

“More. Open them wide like a whore and show me where you want me to insert them.”

“... Oh no... Huh.”

Idyllia shook her head, wanting to cry at the command and insult she couldn’t believe she was hearing. He then tilted his head slightly as if to tease her.

“You don’t like it? I mean, do you want me to coddle you more?”

“... Haa.”

When Idyllia, cornered, opened her legs a little further, he breathed in. Silvio freely grabbed her knees and gingerly spread them apart on the mattress until they encircled him.

“Oh no... noo.”

Idyllia burst into tears at the shame of having everything exposed to his eyes. Five years ago, she dreamt of offering her purity to him. But now Idyllia could not believe it was happening like this.

In front of Idyllia, whose eyes were clouded with sorrow, Silvio smeared the honey that had drenched his palms on his own towering body. Then he pressed against the hot slush of her climax.

“Ah... Ah!”

It felt like hot iron. He rubbed her crack gingerly with the pulsing member when she let out a yelp.

“Why did you accept?”

“Eh...?”

“I don’t think you accepted to sell yourself so easily... Did you cry and beg the queen for the sake of the country?”

“...”

Idyllia shook her head vaguely.

It was true that her sister was her great weakness. She could not disobey orders. But that was not the only reason she took on this role.

(I wanted to be able to take some of your anger...)

No matter the circumstances, it was impossible to completely forget about the past in which so many of his relatives were killed. It had only been five years since the tragedy. There must be anger and hatred in him. If that were the case, she would serve him at his request and be a target for him to vent some of his resentment - that’s what she thought.

She was willing to be beaten up, verbally blamed, and ordered to do laborious work...

She knew her fate lay in many tribulations, but she would accept the pain and hardship.