Beast, Blue Blood - Chapter 44 - R19

Chapter 44

“Then scream.”

As he spoke, Hisha pulled up her skirt and began to peel down her stockings, making a ripping sound as the thin nylon tore.  

“Hisha.”  

Eugene’s voice was stern, but Hisha did not stop. The stockings easily slid down like a spider’s web under his touch, and his hand slipped into her underwear.  

Hisha whispered into her ear.

“Who were you planning to seduce with such lewd underwear?”  

Hisha must have known that the underwear was worn to avoid leaving marks on the dress. But regardless of the facts, he provocatively traced the minimal coverage of the underwear with a lewd touch and asked.

“Could it be Sergei Aleushin?”  

“What if…… it is?”  

Even in this situation, Eugene could not stop asking. She liked the explosive jealousy that was buried beneath Hisha’s effort to sound calm.  

“I won’t forgive you.”  

Eugene felt Hisha undoing the belt from below. She could have called for help even now, but of course, Eugene did not.  

Hisha, having pulled up the dress, grabbed her waist and thrust into her in one swift motion. Eugene, who was about to reach cl*max, bit her lip and barely managed to stifle her moan. But Hisha was indifferent to her situation and immediately began to move.  

“Hurry. Scream.”  

He pushed against her waist forcefully. The woman, as if recognizing her master, began to get w*t as soon as he entered. However, being less prepared than usual, the friction in the slightly tight place provided a novel stimulation.  

Eugene clenched her teeth, feeling that she might scream without even needing his urging.  

At that moment, rough hands ripped open the front of her dress.  

The sound of fabric tearing was heard. The expensive dress made by the designer was ripped apart, with crystal decorations flying everywhere, and her br*asts bounced elastically as they were exposed.  

Hisha grabbed her br*asts with the n*pples standing out prominently.  

“And show everyone how much you enjoy this.”  

Hisha bit her earlobe and whispered.  

“Stop……”  

Eugene reflexively mumbled.  

Just then, Hisha backed up, sat down in her chair, lifted one of her legs, and draped it over the armrest. Eugene was stunned.

“Or do you want to see it yourself?”  

Hisha whispered as he stroked the exposed and connected parts. Eugene tried to push him away by grabbing his arm, but she couldn’t overpower him.  

She tried hard not to look in the mirror, but the glimpses she caught were unbearable. The stockings were in tatters, wrapped around her legs, and the torn dress was bunched at her waist, making it seem better to just remove it.  

“Stop it.”

Eugene spoke with a tightly clenched jaw, sounding rather threatening. This time, she was sincere. But Hisha was not intimidated at all. Instead, he squeezed both her br*asts and pinched her n*pples. Eugene arched her back and clutched his arm tightly.

Hisha looked at the mirror and whispered.

“I’ve tightened you up now. Is this what you like?”  

Eugene gritted her teeth.  

“You… beast…”  

But Hisha only chuckled softly. The sound of his laughter made her shiver, causing her to tighten around him. Hisha, still looking at the mirror, seemed pleased and said.

“Oh, again.”  

He continued to fondle her n*pples, rubbing and pulling them.

“Stop…”  

Eugene uttered words that were hard to discern as commands or pleas, but Hisha did not stop. He pushed through her w*t, clay-like body and rubbed her sensitive peak with his fingers.  

“Eugene is lewd. How can you still enjoy this?”  

Eugene, reacting to the stimulation, reflexively denied it.  

“No…”  

“Not true?”  

Hisha asked as he punished her for lying, holding her waist and lifting her.

“Hah…!”  

Eugene arched her neck in response to the impossible depth of Hisha’s touch. Despite the pain, she gave in to the pl*asure and clung to him, locking him in like a padlock. Hisha bit his lip, then lifted Eugene effortlessly. Once he had familiarized himself with the setup, he marched straight into the bedroom and set her down on the bed, immediately kissing her. Both were breathless and lost in the kiss.

Hisha briefly pulled away to roughly remove his dress shirt. Eugene, as if in a trance, felt Hisha’s hand on her belly, and he held her hand down while resuming the kiss.

Eugene felt as if her body had become a mold shaped by him. Every part he touched fit perfectly.

But then, feeling something strange, she looked up to find her wrists tied to the bedposts with stockings. When had this happened?

“What…?”  

As she tried to speak in surprise, Hisha gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

“Even though I’m a sneaky intruder, I still have to do what I came here for.”  

“Don’t do anything weird, untie…”  

At that moment, Hisha shoved something soft into Eugene’s mouth. She recognized it as her scarf from the pattern visible below. Where had he even gotten this?

He must have planned this from the moment he sneaked into the room. Although she could push it out with her tongue, Hisha seemed to know how bewildered she was and gave her a flirtatious smile.  

“You can’t scream now.”

He then moved downwards. Grabbing her legs, he spread them apart… Eugene flinched and arched her neck, pressing the back of her head into the bed. Saliva pooled in her mouth, and the silk scarf became damp.

Instinctively, she tried to close her legs, but they remained immobile. Instead, Hisha held her open and inserted his tongue deeper. Eugene was clenching so hard that it felt like her toes might cramp.

“Mm… ah…!”

Eugene fiercely twisted the stockings that bound her wrists. It felt as though the stockings were constricting her neck, making it hard to breathe. Hisha attacked her sensitive spot with determination, licking and sucking as if to produce lewd sounds. It felt like the cave inside her was being excavated, opening up fully, and soon, fl*id gushed out from deep inside her like an underground spring.

Eventually, Hisha raised his head, savoring the taste. Seeing the redness around Eugene’s eyes, he smirked mischievously.  

“Isn’t the lady enjoying being handled by an intruder a bit too much?”  

Eugene spat out the scarf with her tongue. Her mouth felt so hot it was as if steam was rising.  

“You, where did you learn such things…”  

But Hisha shoved the scarf back into her mouth.  

“Such harsh words from the lady.”  

Eugene tried to push it out with her tongue again, but this time Hisha covered her mouth with his hand and thrust his m*mber in as if inserting a key into a lock. Eugene shuddered, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Hisha exhaled deeply and whispered.

“This is the perfect remedy for making a fierce lady submissive.”  

Eugene glared at him with a mixture of heat and anger. Hisha smiled as if he found her cute, with the face of a ‘man’.  

Hisha began to move. She was so w*t that it felt as if she had been oiled up.

“So damp… so…”  

Hisha straightened his back, holding her knees and continuing to move.  

“This is an incredible sight, really. I want to take a photo. Even just looking at the photo, I think I could keep going until exhaustion.”

It was clear what she looked like in her current state. If someone had told her she would be this disheveled in front of a man, she would have laughed it off as a bad joke.

It was hot, dazed, and electrifying, making it impossible to clear her mind. One hand slipped out of the stocking loops. Although tightly bound, the elastic material meant it could be removed if attempted from the start.

In a moment, Eugene pushed Hisha away and climbed on top. She removed the scarf, now damp with saliva, and threw it aside.  

“You’re dead.”

Hisha laughed, exuding masculinity.  

“This is a big problem.”

But he didn’t seem concerned at all.

* * *

“Eugene, wait…”  

Hisha said, barely managing to speak as if strangled. But Eugene did not stop.  

“Ah, Eugene…”  

She licked Hisha’s m*mber, which was full in her mouth, and sucked it strongly, sliding her tongue down to her throat. Hisha caressed her cheek.  

“I want to go inside Eugene.”  

Finally, Eugene pulled away and sat up.  

“Where’s the condom?”  

“It’s in my pants pocket…”

Eugene reached for the pants that had fallen to the floor below the bed. At that moment, Hisha swallowed hard, watching her turned-away figure.

It was the moment Hisha thought he’d hold her waist. He immediately thrust into her from behind.

“Ah…!”

She was pulled back and held tightly as she leaned forward, and he started moving without delay, gripping her waist firmly with both hands.

“Doesn’t it excite you more when I do it like this… like a beast?”  

Hisha said without stopping.

“I’m excited. Eugene feels like my female…”

She should have shot back a retort about treating someone like a female, but she couldn’t think of anything. The sensation of being penetrated from behind was overwhelming, causing her insides to ache. Yet, there was a pl*asure-filled pocket inside her that Hisha seemed to poke at. Every time the pl*asure pocket was prodded, it felt like fireworks going off.

Hisha groaned a sign that he was nearing his cl*max. At that moment, Hisha shifted to the side, perhaps searching for a condom, and momentarily withdrew. Noticing this, Eugene clung tightly to him and desperately spoke.

“Don’t pull out.”

Hisha couldn’t endure even the briefest moment of withdrawal while preparing.

So, Hisha flipped Eugene over to face him.  

“If we don’t use protection, you could get pregnant.”

Hisha resumed thrusting forcefully, leaving Eugene unable to respond properly. Yet, Hisha asked again. 

“What will you do if you get pregnant? Is it still okay with you?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Caught in a whirlwind of sensory overload, her true feelings spilled out.

Suddenly, Hisha pinched her n*pples painfully. The dual sensation of pain and pl*asure enveloped Eugene’s entire body.

“Ah… ah…”

“It’s awful. You have a fiancé, yet you bring another man to your bed and talk about wanting to have a b*by.”

Eugene barely managed to regain her composure.  

“But I only say such things to you.”

“What about Sergei Aleushin?”

Even though Hisha himself was furious at the thought of being compared to Sergei, Eugene could only respond briefly.  

“I won’t.”

“Then why don’t you just marry me? Why would you want to marry another man when you want everything with me?”

With that, Hisha seemed somewhat annoyed as he puressed her against him.