He bathed in her scent—a intoxicating blend of her raw, natural aroma and the delicate, flowery fragrance of soap. It enveloped him, drawing him deeper into a haze of desire as he pressed himself against her soft body.
The brush of her hair against his face sent a shiver through him, every hair on his body standing on end.
She stood before him, clad only in a thin towel that clung to her form, stretching from her chest to her thighs. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, their bodies pressed so tightly together that he could feel the warmth of her bare skin beneath the flimsy fabric. It wasn't enough—he craved more, an insatiable hunger for her consuming him.
Resting his head on her right shoulder, he inhaled deeply, her youthful scent flooding his senses and stoking his intoxication. His eyes gleamed with unrestrained lust.
Control slipped through his fingers like sand; he was losing himself in the allure of her body. A strange, primal desire surged within him—a need to possess her, but first, to devour her entirely. And so, he did.His tongue darted out, tracing the curve of her right ear. A jolt shot through her, a sensation so foreign yet electrifying that her body trembled. She'd never felt anything like it, though some buried instinct recognized it.
As he nibbled her ear, her focus faltered, the mana she'd gathered wavering, delaying the spell she'd been preparing.The more he teased her ear, the stronger his desire grew. He dipped his head lower, sinking his teeth into her neck with a fierce bite."Ahhh!" she gasped.The mana she'd been channeling scattered once more, but that was the least of her concerns.
Pain flared in her neck, overshadowed only by the humiliating moan that had escaped her lips. She couldn't believe she'd made such a sound. It stung—both the bite and her own shame. Then his tongue swept over the mark, soothing it like a mother caressing a child's cheek after a slap.
A warm, addictive current rippled through her, igniting every cell in her body, sounding an alarm: Danger ahead.
His hands, once gripping her waist, slid upward to where her full, bouncy breasts rested beneath the towel's knot—the fragile barrier shielding her from the unworthy world. With a deft tug, he untied it. The towel slipped from her curvaceous frame, falling in a slow, seductive cascade. She was fortunate he didn't catch the sight from his position behind her, or he might have pounced then and there.
Shock widened her eyes, her body trembling—not from the chill of the air brushing her exposed skin, but from the overwhelming shame of being laid bare before this brute.
"Hooligan… pervert… leave me alone," she stammered. Until now, she'd been silent save for that single, unintended moan, but desperation drove her to speak, hoping some shred of decency might compel him to stop. She was wrong.Her voice only fueled him further. His eyes rolled back as he purred, "What a beautiful voice you have. I can only imagine how a moan would sound in that sexy tone—ahh…"
"Pervert! I… I thought you were an assassin, but you… you're just a disgusting creep, grabbing a girl from behind. How… how indecent!" Her voice quivered as his cold palm pressed against her bare breasts.He squeezed, eliciting another moan from her.
"Ahh!"
"Wow," he murmured, "you sound so erotic. Feeling your figure, I figured you had good genes. Now I'm certain. So, tell me—where's your mother?"
"You… disgusting bastard!" she spat.
He seized her left breast fully, squeezing hard. "Ahhhh! It… hurts…" she cried.
"Disgusting bastard? I just want to thank her for giving birth to you—a fine woman like this. Don't worry, I won't just thank her with words. I'll give her a priceless gift, something precious to me. You should be grateful."
"Perverted bastard, don't spout nonsense!" she hissed through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I get it—you want to know what I'll give her. Fine, I'll tell you. I'm giving her a gift that'll keep her stomach full for at least nine months. You understand, right? A baby—your new brother or sister. And that priceless thing? My sperm. How does that sound? Are you impressed? Do you want to kiss me, hug me, give yourself to me? Don't worry, I'm warm-hearted—I'll accept you." He chuckled darkly, a menacing "hehehehehe."
Her heart pounded like a drum, color draining from her face. Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open, but soon she clenched her teeth, her body trembling with a mix of fear and fury.
"Disgusting demon… I'll kill you! How dare you talk about her like that—ahhh!"
He squeezed her breasts again, sending a wave of sharp, addictive pain through her. Then his hand shifted to the left side of her head, forcing it to the right. Her cherry-red lips came into view. A lustful, menacing grin spread across his face. "Hehe… hehe… hehe…"His pink lips crashed onto hers.Shock coursed through her, her body shaking as she resisted, but his strength overwhelmed her. She knew she was in danger—yet even so, she hated it. Hated the feeling, the powerlessness, herself… but most of all, him.
Her first kiss, the dreamy moment she'd imagined, stolen by a pervert she'd never even seen.Disgust churned within her. She wanted to carve away the part of her lips he'd touched, to destroy the demon who'd done this. He pried her mouth open, his tongue forcing its way in, ravaging her soft, fragrant tongue. Wet sounds of kissing filled the room. His skill was masterful—enough to make even a seasoned French kisser bow in awe. His tongue roamed freely, exchanging saliva—no, devouring hers entirely.Her concentration shattered, the mana she'd gathered dissipating completely. Her attack plan ground to a halt, derailed by her predicament.After ten minutes, he withdrew his tongue, only to kiss her again and again, nibbling at her lips as if savoring a delicacy.