[TVL] 38 – Why Can I Touch You? (M)

“You told me the secret of your hand, but I have something to reveal to you as well.” Alana stared into his eyes, which were piercing her with his strong gaze.

“I said I wouldn’t hold you, but the correct word is I ‘can’t’. I hate women so much that it makes me shudder. It’s almost a miracle that I’m touching your shoulder right now. I’m not saying that I’m a virgin, because I’m not. The only exception is when I kill someone. I can’t help but hold a woman in my arms. I made an oath, and I can’t kill you yet, but that’s the way it is. I can’t get it up unless I kill you,” he said, placing his fingers on her chin. When she cast her gaze down, he made her raise it.

“As I said before, I was able to touch your shoulder. Seeing you naked does not make me feel particularly nauseous. So I want to try something.”

“What, do you want to try?”

“When I kill you, Callisto will be in my way. You need to keep that guy away. You said you wanted to free Callisto. You don’t want to bother with him anymore, do you? If so, I’ll lend you a hand. I will be your hand, and you can help me instead.

When Alana looked up, Luciano spoke. “Don’t move for a while.”

“I will act as your husband in front of Callisto, which means I’ll make it look like I’m holding you. But the real matter is, a question of whether I can bear to touch you. I’ll touch you a little more, so be patient.”

A large hand slowly squeezed her chest. As she watched the bulge distort, he scooped up her right breast from underneath. The tops of my breasts were emphasised, and her shame rose. When she looked away, he lowered his face and licked her with the tip of his tongue.

She was a little afraid. She guessed he had no problem with touching her body, and now, he had opened his mouth and took a bite of her breast at the tip. Initially rolled it with his tongue, her nipples were sucked like a baby. Although she was used to having her breasts touched by Callisto, Alana found it strange. It was more stimulating now than it had been when Benito had sucked her, or when Callisto had sucked her. It was a completely different sensation. A sensation similar to impatience was slowly building up in the depths of her core below.

He parted his lips slightly from the pale pink apex and spoke, “It doesn’t seem to be a problem. You’re fine. I can touch you. Alana, lie on your back on the bed.” Alana sat down on the bed as instructed, but before she could lie down, he pushed her body down.

♔♔♔

Long silver hair flowed down on a small pure white body.

She felt a slight tickling on her skin, but the sensation was soon lost in the stimulation of her chest. Alana fumbled the sheets with her weak hands. She played her emotionless self, trying never to make a sound, never to change her expression. She knew from the numerous reports from the Benito that he had been involved with many women.

But what Emilio was doing now was far from what she had imagined. He was rubbing her chest awkwardly, as if he was touching it for the first time. He seemed to like her nipples, licking, and sucking them and then lightly flicking his teeth. If he played with her right breast, he devoured the left one equally. The point that was not in his mouth was pushed and pinched with his fingers, and kneaded with wonder. A ragged breath spilled from Alana’s lips, but so did one from his. The cold-hearted man was breathing hotly and repeatedly. His strength was strong, with occasional stinging pain. But the way he sucked on her breasts like a hungry beast sent something up her spine, and Alana gulped.　

He was touching her...

Alana still could not believe it.　She looked at the ceiling to make sure she was not aware of him any longer. There was a sculpture of grapes and snakes entwined. It was blurry now that her eyes were bad, but it was the place she looked at every morning when her day had just begun. It was also where she used to stay and gaze when Callisto held her.

She heard a sucking sound. He was sucking on the tip of her chest harder than ever. She wished he would not suck so hard. She suffered from the luscious stimulus, and her hips bounced on her own.

── Callisto, come quickly. I’m begging you.　

If he did not come, this time would not end. Emilio never stopped. Rather, he was actively and insistently touching her.

“Why can I touch you?”

She did not want him to see her like this. It turned out that she was desperately enduring. She clenched her teeth, but her chest was flicked by his nails and a sweet voice leaked out.

“Your voice, does that voice feel good?”

The next thing she knew, her legs were being opened by his hands.

“... No.”

“A woman gets wet if she feels good.”

The next moment, his hand opened her legs. His powerful fingertips traced the folds of her cleft, which swelled, from the back to the front. The forcefulness of it made her ache.

She was not used to touching her breasts being touched, but she was also unfamiliar with her private regions being fondled.

He rubbed Alana repeatedly, as if scooping up ointment.　He looked at Alana at close range as she frowned and moaned.

“You’re wet, does it hurt?”

“It hurts, hnn.”

A short breath blew on her cheek, and which made her think he was laughing. His violet eyes looked like he was enjoying himself.