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Ateol lifted his hand from my belly, then caged my head between his arms, looming over me.
I let go of my thighs, curling sideways, as oil continued to trickle out.
“Ah— I hate this, it’s so weird… ah… ah…”
“Let it all out.”
“Y-you’re… insane…”
“Better than keeping it in, no? It’ll only get hotter.”
True to his words, the oil inside me was steadily rising in temperature.
The only mercy was that, even without trying to push it out, the oil slowly leaked on its own.
Where the hell did he even get this?
Whoever made—and bought—this stuff was undeniably a deranged pervert.
The oil burned, tingling as it swirled against my inner walls.
My whole body grew feverish, heat like electric currents racing under my skin.
My vision swam.
Inside… it’s too much.
“Hah… ah… It’s too… inside…”
“What’s with that face?”
“W-what about my face…?”
“The kind I want to ruin.”
Not this again…! I wanted to slap him across the mouth, but I didn’t even have the chance.
My body was growing hotter by the second, my stomach and lower regions tingling unbearably, the heat becoming impossible to ignore.
Atol just watched me silently from above.
Even his gaze felt like a strange kind of stimulation, only amplifying the feverish heat in my body.
That damned special oil seeped deeper into my membranes, the itch growing more and more unbearable.
I lay on my side, legs twisting together as I let out stifled whimpers.
I thought Atol would touch me soon.
But what felt like an agonizingly long time passed, and still, he did nothing but stare.
Finally, panting, I reached my hands down between my legs—only then did Atol move.
But not in the way I wanted.
“Wha—…!”
He seized both my wrists and pinned them to the bed.
My legs thrashed on instinct, the slick inner walls rubbing together, sending electric jolts of stimulation through my entire body.
I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for that vague, teasing pleasure to pass.
My lower half throbbed, hot and aching.
The oil, thinned by body heat, kept trickling out, leaving the insides of my thighs and my backside a sticky mess.
With my upper body forced upward, wrists restrained, and lower half twisted to the side, I glared at him.
His eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk.
“D-Don’t… laugh… ngh…!”
Even when I tried to stay still, my body shuddered and twisted on its own.
That frustrating, half-satisfying pleasure simmered deep inside, sharpening every sensation until my nerves were raw.
I needed just a little more stimulation—anything—but all I could do was twitch helplessly.
Ateol still just watched, his grip on my wrists unrelenting.
“Let… go of me.”
My mind wavered between reason and desperation.
The itch inside was unbearable; I wanted to touch myself, whether he was watching or not.
But Ateol only chuckled and replied:
“No.”
“Hah…!”
Fury surged through me, and I thrashed—only to be met with a shivering, tingling aftershock.
His grip was so tight, bruises were sure to form.
But right now, I didn’t care about bruises.
If I could just relieve this maddening need, I’d do anything.
The oil kept soaking into my skin, slick and wet.
Even my thighs and hips, drenched in the overflowing liquid, felt as sensitive as my insides.
Panting, I shook my head.
“T-Touch me… please, I can’t… ngh… take it…!”
My vision blurred.
The pleasure had stalled at that unbearable edge, numbing my mind.
I needed more—needed to rub myself raw just to ease this torturous itch.
Atol leaned down and kissed my cheek.
My shoulders jerked.
“Not ‘let me touch myself’—you should ask me to touch you.”
“Ngh…!”
“Go on.”
Fine. Whatever.
I squirmed, pressing my restrained wrists against his hold, pleading.
“Touch… touch me… I can’t hold on… please?”
“A little more.”
“Ugh, I hate you… like this…”
“Only like this? Then I’m lucky.”
He teased me with that infuriatingly smug look.
Anger flared, but my resolve was as weak as a twig.
I was never good at resisting instinct.
When Ateol’s hand slid up to interlace with mine, I clutched it desperately, whimpering.
“Ah—inside… touch inside… It’s too… too itchy. This oil’s weird… It’s too much…”
“It’s designed for this.”
Pervert. Absolute pervert.
Fury flickered in the back of my mind, but instinct smothered it easily.
Ateol kissed me, our fingers still locked.
When he pulled away, my tongue chased his lips before I could stop myself.
His crimson eyes burned like fire.
One hand still held mine as his other traveled lower.
The moment his fingers brushed the soaked entrance, a moan burst from me.
He teased the rim shallowly, dipping just past the first knuckle, twisting and stretching.
The oil, now diluted to a watery slick, dripped obscenely.
“You’re drenched.”
“D-Don’t say… weird things…”
“Weird? You’re dripping enough to soak my hand.”
As he spoke, his finger plunged deep.
The oil I’d been leaking had thinned, leaving only traces pooled inside, making every inch of my oversensitive walls cling to his touch.
My whole body convulsed.
“Ah—! Nngh, more…!”
Even with his thick finger inside, it wasn’t enough—the oil’s effects were too strong.
The fine powder coating my insides left everything hot, itchy, and desperate for friction.
After being left untouched for so long, my walls clenched hungrily around the intrusion.
I tightened around him, begging for more—to be scratched, rubbed, anything to ease the maddening itch.
“Ah—! Ngh…! Hah…!”
Ateol’s breathing grew ragged, and the pressure below suddenly intensified.
Before I knew it, three thick fingers were pushing inside me all at once.
My breath hitched, my head spinning.
His fingers began to scrape gently against my inner walls.
A sharp gasp rose from the pit of my stomach, spilling out as a moan.
My mind went blank, my vision swam, my body trembled.
“Nngh, hh—ah, ah…! Hah, ah… good, ah…!”
“Damn it…”
Ateol spat out a curse and abruptly pulled his hand free.
The sudden emptiness made my entrance and insides twitch with frustration.
I looked up at him pleadingly—why?—but the answer came immediately.
He spread my legs wider, dragging his swollen length to press against my entrance.
The tight passage strained around the shape of him, but with little resistance, it yielded.
I was already too wet.
Slick with arousal, his thick cock slid in deep with a single thrust.
“Ah—! Aah, ngh—! Nn, ah!”
“…Tighten up a little.”
Ateol’s hand gripped my hip in reprimand.
But his scolding only made me clench harder around him.
My whole body shuddered, my insides squeezing even tighter.
A low groan escaped Ateol’s lips.
Exhaling roughly, he yanked me closer and began driving into me with brutal force.
The sound of skin slapping filled the air, each thrust piercing straight through my core.
“Ah—! Ah, ah, ah—! Nngh, ah…! Hah, w-wait…!”
“Tch…”
My body rocked violently with each rough movement, pushed upward with every snap of his hips.
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