This House Has A Delicious Restaurant - Chapter 2 - Criminal Zerdan (2) - Part 4

He muttered a small curse at my words. It was one of those moments where I knew exactly what he was into.

Quickly straddling my waist, Zerdan soon withdrew his own and pushed himself up to his feet, his engorged c*ck looming in front of me.

I lightly closed my eyes as he approached, dripping with cooing fl*id, and soon felt the warm l*quid splash onto my face.

It was sticky and unlike water, it slowly ran down my forehead and cheeks. It must have been more than I thought.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I could feel him looking at me with slightly unhinged eyes.

I shifted my gaze from Zerdan to his c*ck again. I lightly squeezed his, which was still standing since he had just gotten off.

“Miss Moa Ablon?”

Despite his questioning call, I didn’t answer, instead opening my mouth to take him into my mouth. Just as I had sucked on his finger earlier as if it were a male p*nis.

I could feel his body stiffen at my sudden action. I could feel him grabbing my shoulders and trying to push me away as I forcibly stimulated his c*ck, which was just beginning to relax.

His hand on my shoulder trembled slightly, and I looked up at him, oblivious.

I looked up with his c*m smeared on my face and his in my mouth, and he frowned. The sight of a h*rny adult male was quite a turn-on.

Even if it was intentional.

My ex-boyfriend used to shudder and freak out when I’d give him a blow job just as he was about to c*m and go to sage time, but he’d hold it together.

He tried to push my shoulders away, but he wasn’t putting any force into it, so I started sucking his c*ck at a fast pace.

His c*ck got hard again. He started c*mming at a faster rate than before.

With the tainted c*m in my mouth, I lifted my hunched back to look at him, and he stared back at me with an exhausted face. I loved the look of it, so I gently placed both hands on his cheeks.

He flinched, and before he could pull away, I captured his lips with mine. Then I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue in.

Some of the c*m that had been pooling in my mouth dripped onto him. He must have swallowed it because he grimaced.

Yeah, write a bit, won’t you? Let’s share what we don’t like together.

“…It’s not my taste, but it’s a unique experience.”

“Sometimes, a different approach can also be stimulating. Was the restaurant okay?”

Worried that he might frown, I innocently smiled as if I knew nothing.

He pulls me closer in response to my question. Without realizing it, I sit on Zerdan’s thigh, feeling my damp gr*in against his pants.

Zerdan’s hand fondly strokes my waist as he speaks.

“Of course. I’d like to become a regular.”

“Well, it’s quite expensive there. I’ll have to think about it.”

I gently remove his hand from my waist and speak, causing Zerdan to stretch his face forward. It was a tense distance as if we might kiss at any moment.

Golden eyes gaze up at me. Within them, a vision of a lewd woman covered in s*men was drawn.

“I hope you’ll think positively. Now, shall we go wash up?”

“Sure. Thanks to you, I feel sticky from head to toe. Oh, and my mouth is no exception.”

“I feel the same way.”

Zerdan lifted me, still sitting on his thigh, and hugged me tightly. Startled, I wrapped my arms around his neck as his steps led us from the bedroom towards the bathroom. I looked at him, concerned about what might happen next.

“You’re not thinking of joining me, are you?”

“It’s your first time, so it might be taxing on your body. Let me help you wash up.”

Oh, he really liked my body. He was so kind.

As we headed to the bathroom and I showered, I struggled to ignore Zerdan’s blatant stares and touches, pretending not to notice.

No matter how skilled I am with my body, it’s easy to get bored if I satisfy him too quickly. I should make him crave more.

Although I was somewhat cautious, knowing I couldn’t resist if he tried to overpower me, surprisingly, Zerdan didn’t forcefully approach when I showed no intention. Sometimes, he confused me as to whether he was a murderer or a gentleman.

We showered together as if we were newlyweds, and Zerdan went to fetch a temporary robe for me, turning towards the wardrobe.

Taking advantage of his turned back, I tried to remove my earring, but it didn’t even twitch as if it were taxidermy. I tried to use my ability, but I felt nothing.

It was a proper control. Such things exist in this era, it seems. I should be careful.

Since my ability was practically useless, I gave up on removing the earrings without much regret. Instead, I slowly explored the bedroom.

Inside the spacious room, there was the bed where we had just shared our intimacy, a wardrobe for clothes, and a small table. I widened my eyes upon seeing something familiar on that table.

It was the necklace that belonged to Diswen.

A device capable of sending a distress signal to the hunter group.

Oh, right. I remembered the man mentioning he had left it in Zerdan’s room after retrieving it.

I hesitated for a moment. Even if I tried sending a distress signal with it, they wouldn’t be able to rescue me within five seconds. So maybe it was better to quietly endure rather than unnecessarily disturb Zerdan’s feelings.

But still, I felt reluctant to let this opportunity slip away. Who knows when I’ll have another chance to escape from here?

In a brief moment of passing conflict, I hesitated momentarily, but Zerdan approached me again, seemingly looking for something to wear.

He handed me a robe while I was temporarily wearing his white shirt. I turned around, took off the white shirt, and began to put on the robe.

Although it was only covering from my back to my b*ttocks, Zerdan watched me without averting his gaze, as if appreciating the view.

“I’ll ask someone to bring clothes for you to wear. Please wait a moment. The robe seems a bit big too. Your beautiful chest is showing.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re looking at it from above? Your gaze is quite direct.”

He chuckled as I stepped back from his downward gaze. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned away. Zerdan headed towards where the table was.

Was he trying to hide it from me so that I couldn’t take it away? I watched carefully as he returned to me with the necklace. It was a quite beautiful necklace in the shape of a pumpkin with shades of orange.

Even though I knew it was a device for sending distress signals…

Or perhaps it was some kind of device preventing further distress signals?

Zerdan noticed my mixed expression and looked directly at me. His face revealed nothing of what he might be thinking.

“If you were to escape from here, do you have somewhere to go?”

“…I’m confident I could live well anywhere.”

“That’s a disappointing answer. I was hoping you might stay by my side.”

Was he scouting for a criminal organization? Without rashly answering, I looked at Zerdan. He lightly tapped the necklace.

“If you want to escape, use this anytime. Of course, there are conditions where the ability user must exert a small amount of power to use it.”

Damn him. Well, that’s true, he couldn’t just give me such a good thing. But inversely, if I gained the ability to use my power, I could send a distress signal whenever I wanted.

He gave me a light kiss. It was a rather affectionate gesture, but his eyes were cold.

If I could escape, he would probably kill me.

I smiled. Maybe I’d look pretty good. It seemed I should quickly think of a way to escape from him.