It Is Fate To Be Loved by the Villains

361. Resolve (3)

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The awareness of living extravagantly is somewhat there.

Anyway, living as if crushed by concerns about livelihood and the future is common for everyone. Just living a life that’s already escaped from there is hardly something one can complain about.

However, even so, I wonder if it’s okay to hold at least one complaint.

There aren’t many people in the world experiencing trials where they truly teeter on the edge of life every night.

As always, control over the body has been entirely taken away. Arms and legs are filled with handcuffs and fetters that now feel like part of the attire.

And, in that state, lying motionless while being pressed upon from both sides by two women, I gaze at them while swallowing dry saliva.

Again, I know they both look the same, but seeing them spread out like this on both sides, they really resemble red bean buns.

Especially, looking at the face that’s puckering its eyes while placed in front of me, it feels even more dramatic.

“…”

Well.

It might be a good situation to feel a sense of conquest with such remarkable beauties hanging on both arms.

Would it be like feeling trapped between a wolf and a lion, like a deer or a gazelle caught between a tiger and a lioness?

Anyway, it’s definitely not an entirely pleasant feeling…

“Mouth.”

Without even mentioning to open it, I slightly part my lips as she strokes my chin and speaks like that.

And right at that moment.

“-♡”

“-♥”

Their affections intertwine.

Seeing clearly in their eyes, the tongue of the gray demon, distinctly frosted, roams through every corner of my mouth alongside Eleanor’s tongue.

Not just brushing against my tongue but deeply mingling within themselves, it’s a feeling where neither the gray demon nor Eleanor seem to care.

The entire body is engulfed in heat. It feels like our outlines meld into one body, creating an unbelievable illusion.

“Demons – did they say it was my future self?”

“Isn’t kissing me really not a good idea?”

“…”

Is that so?

I with myself.

“Well, it’s not like there’s another woman as capable as me out there.”

“…”

Ah, right.

I almost forgot, but this person is actually much more narcissistic than I thought.

“So.”

Like a snake slithering, I feel Eleanor’s hand leisurely trailing down my abdomen rhythmically.

I can’t help but chuckle involuntarily at the gesture that feels like summoning something further down.

“If you’re surrounded by two such women, you should gather some strength yourself.”

[…♥]

As if agreeing with those words, the gray demon chuckles softly, floating up and settling beneath the bed.

Cheeks. Jaw. Neck. Shoulders. Sternum. Chest. Abdomen. Thighs.

His tongue trails along those areas.

And genitals.

[-]

Bringing the nose close to the clothes, the sniffing motion seemed playful. It resembled the satisfaction of a wild beast having its prey submerged, content with the scene below.

“Quit squirming. Isn’t it hard to undress?”

…

No, rather than squirming, it was more of an instinctual reaction to the thought of being ‘devoured’ more than now.

Ignoring my state as if it were inconsequential, nonchalantly, he swiftly removed his pants, then took his genitals into his own mouth.

The gray demon, holding his swollen member in both hands, gently kissed the tip. The sound of lips brushing against the skin echoed faintly, a gesture so refined.

Following that, his tongue enveloped my genitals as if wrapping around them.

If Elnor’s fellatio was fundamentally passionate and ferocious, the gray demon’s was closer to gently embracing.

However, it was just the atmosphere that was different.

In terms of leaving no drop behind and squeezing every bit, unforgiving was a commonality, regardless of which side.

“-Hmph.”

In an instant, the tingling pleasure surging from there made me unconsciously compress my breath into the depths of my throat.

It felt like my body was floating. As if knowing the best way to satisfy me, there was no hesitation in any action.

“-Hmph.”

In an instant, the breath became even more constricted.

Surprised by the much stronger stimulation than before, I looked down. The gray demon was almost swallowing my genitals, pushing them into his esophagus.

Though it may feel cold, this guy, while exerting ‘physical force’ in the material realm, maintains a certain body temperature.

When completely engulfing his genitals inside his ‘throat’ like now, it becomes even easier to sense that.

It’s like plunging into a furnace. The tongue, which felt cool just a while ago, is now nowhere to be found, and thoughts of that kind alone fill my mind.

And the sensation transmitted from below, more than any other feeling.

“-Feeling, good-“

Like electrodes connected to my head, I find myself uncontrollably releasing the tension in my facial muscles.

It’s not just about serving me, but it’s a sight that shows a determination to give everything and leave no drop behind.

[-♥♥]

If I were an ordinary person, my breath would be taken away, and I might even feel nauseous from the overwhelmingly deep embrace of my desires.

The sensation of a warm flesh wall enveloping my entire glans is transmitted vividly. It’s as if my body is being used as my own masturbatory device.

Dignity and personal anguish, it seems all of that doesn’t matter at all. What matters the most in this moment is the pleasure I am experiencing.

And the subject of these actions.

Just like always.

The expression on their face, whispering continuously as if saying, “I like it, I love it.”

“…!”

And without a chance to catch my breath or realign my thoughts, another stimulus comes from above.

Elnoir, who has gently embraced my face with both hands, presses their lips against mine.

With my head nestled beneath their chest, they delicately sweep their lips over mine and then withdraw their tongue into my mouth.

It could be seen as a jealous gesture, wanting me to reciprocate rather than just focusing on them.

“-“

And in this manner.

With stimuli coming from both above and below, it’s only natural for the sensation to intensify.

Elnoa was covering her lips; fortunately, otherwise, the stimulation would have been enough to make her scream for real, causing her entire waist to jolt.

It’s amusing to express it this way, but the situation unfolds with a terrifying intensity as if a flood had burst from below.

Yeah. Bursting.

With a force that is hard to believe is simply something being expelled from the body, something pours out from the tip of the urethra.

Without realizing it, my eyes close at the liquid pouring out like a dyke breaking.

Outside my closed vision, sparks continue to burst in white. It must be indirectly indicating the level of stimulation impacting my brain.

[-The first step today.]

As the gray demon with crescent moon-shaped eyes twisted its mouth around my penis, spewing out a milky fluid, it uttered such words.

It seems effortless for someone who doesn’t use vocal cords to speak, even in such a state.

[Very well, I will consume it.]

Accompanied by a voice melting like molten wax, it’s clear as day when the creature moves its adam’s apple.

As if not missing a single drop, as if sipping a sweet liquid.

The sight of it greedily swallowing everything with wide-open eyes barely catches my attention in my hazily clouded mind.

“-Aren’t you too greedy on your own?”

And as Elnoa raises her head from kissing me, she moves her head in that direction.

Grabbing the gray demon’s mouth, slightly parting it, she decisively takes her own mouth with my s*emen held within.

[-Chit.]

Despite the gray demon showing signs of annoyance at the sight, it also opens its mouth in sync with its gestures.

It’s evident that it’s not just oneself wanting this.

Saliva is exchanged. Though called saliva, it’s more of a sensation aimed at dividing my s*emen perfectly in half.

Between the intertwining tongues of two women, the sight of my essence being conveyed above them is a concentrated display of eroticism that could paralyze the brain.

A small trickle of my essence flowed down the corners of their mouths, but even that was wiped away with their fingers and brought back to their lips, as if not wanting to waste a drop.

“…Woah…”

And they gaze upon such a sight with trembling lower bodies.

I’ve only taken one step, yet I can feel the momentum coursing through my entire being.

Honestly, I could use a little rest.

“-Isn’t this enough for warm-up exercises?”

“…”

As expected.

The phrase “I can’t do it” was undoubtedly a sentence that had no effect on these individuals.

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