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Elysia received his lips falling mercilessly onto hers and swallowed the saliva he gave. She felt his hand still buried between her legs, trembling and squeezing. It felt like she had completely mortgaged her reason to him. She couldn’t think at all, as if she had been hit with a hammer. It was another first experience. It was the perfect pleasure and the starting point of corruption.

After a long time, his hand slid out of her, like pulling out a deeply rooted tree trunk.

“Ahh… Ah…”

Elysia couldn’t hide the emptiness between her legs and whimpered, curling up her body. But Hadeon did not stop there.

He licked the fingers soaked in her juices and the flowing discharge and then lowered his head. Elysia twisted her body in horror at the scene she could never have imagined, but her strength was too feeble. Hadeon easily overpowered her struggling legs and lowered his head between her drenched pub!c hair.

“Ah…!”

At the sight of him licking between her legs like a beast, Elysia’s entire body flailed in surprise, as if her tears would go back into her eyes. But it was a futile struggle. The fire of desire, which she thought had died down, began to smolder and ignite again.

He didn’t even pretend to hesitate. He thrust his tongue deep into her entrance and rubbed his rough chin around it wildly. He didn’t mind that her love juices and dirty impurities stained his mouth. Elysia grabbed his hair with her hands. However, the hand that gripped his head so fiercely soon lost strength and caressed his neck, letting out a pitiful nasal moan that even she found lamentable.

“Hmm! Ahh, ah…”

It felt like the earlier scene was replaying from the beginning. Elysia raised the back of her hand over her tear-stained eyes and felt him pull her body closer, trying to calm her shocked mind.

The early night was passing. The thought that not even an ant would dare approach the third floor where the Duke’s bedroom was tonight made her lower abdomen tingle with a strange and subtle thrill that swept through her dazed body.

It felt like she was sinking deeper and deeper into a pit, a swamp from which she could never escape.

***

“…Your stepdaughter has run away?”

“Yes, that’s right. Elysia Sabel, that filthy daughter of mine, has finally fled.”

Baron Sabel pressed his lips together, slightly protruding his crooked front teeth, and obsessively tidied the stiff collar of his suit again.

The overly ironed suit, which even glistened, clearly revealed the inferiority complex of a human male towards the born noble beastmen.