Please Kill Me

Vol. 2 Chapter 2.2: R19

Just by looking at my Dahlia, who had regained the vitality and the uninterrupted flow within her body, my heart became filled with joy. I was concerned that the linen sheets had become a mess as things that had been trapped inside her body for the first time were released, and it would be quite uncomfortable for Dahlia as well. So as soon as she woke up from her nap, I intended to bathe her in warm water to cleanse her. Dahlia willingly agreed as well.

From the night she first nestled in my arms in a pitiful state to the subsequent times, even during the moments of washing her when the water turned murky, my body would be filled with reverence for her, and strength would flow into my lower body. But I swore to myself that as long as I washed her every day, I would not violate her in any way.

Because she was such a pitiful and delicate existence. Because I wished for her to live comfortably and snugly. I wanted to become accustomed to suppressing my body's reactions. Of course, without leaving a trace, after eating a delicious meal and looking down at her as she fell into a deep sleep, a few times... my erect member, as if it would burst out through my pants, turned into some kind of weapon, causing me to hastily leave the bedroom where Dahlia was lying down. With a fearful hand on the door, I extracted it and discharged what had accumulated in my hand, feeling like it would explode, several times.

However, on that day, Dahlia's intimate area, which had stopped bleeding, was unusually red and tempting. It revealed a delicate ladylike color, neither pink nor red. As I poured warm water over it, I once again became aroused. I shouldn't look. My dirty desires to dig into that place should be released in solitude after finishing the bath. I bit my incisors while making the same resolution multiple times.

But the beautiful part was not only that area. Her once shy and flat chest had gained some feminine volume. As the warm water touched it in front of my eyes, the pink nipples formed like cherry beads, and the color of her flesh deepened, making it impossible for me to turn away.

Unbeknownst to myself, I sighed and skimmed the tip of that nipple with the back of my hand.

"Your body is blooming, Dahlia. Like a flower, especially here."

The numerous flowers blooming in the garden, magnolias, peonies, lilacs, amaryllis, fuchsias, triplet lilies... A flower, more beautiful than all the flower buds I had picked for her, was trembling before my eyes, revealing its seductive vitality.

The moment my backhand brushed against the tip of her chest, I saw a shiver run through Dahlia's shoulders. Even her delicate and transparent white cheeks showed a clear flush. I reached out my hand to Dahlia once again. From her small and beautiful facial features to her slender neck, and the breasts that continued to rise sharply beneath it, I desired her so much.

"I want to devour you, Dahlia. But I won't have you if you don't want me to."

I meant it sincerely. I vowed to myself that I would never force myself upon her, tear her apart, or treat her recklessly. I swore to cherish her more than anyone else. If Dahlia didn't desire it, I would protect her with all I had, even if it meant hurting myself.

However, the hot breaths were not only expelled by me. Dahlia's breathing became rough, and her heated breath touched my lips. I swore that I wouldn't be the first to approach her further, but she was coming towards me. As our lips drew closer, I lightly grazed them and then released them.

"Devour me, Lambert."

Dahlia spoke in an imperative tone. She commanded me to devour her.

"Dahlia, I want to devour you and possess you. You are so beautiful."

That's all I could say. And I sucked her lips in. The ripe peach flesh wasn't supposed to burst open, juices and nectar flowing sweetly all at once. But I sucked and sucked on her cherry-like lips, the moist, slippery, and tender texture. At some point, my tongue explored her mouth. With my hands supporting and enveloping her head and waist, I couldn't touch her breasts, but I could sense her nipples growing larger and harder against my chest. Suddenly, she squeezed and twisted her own chest and let out a moan.