Wine and Poison Chapter 37 - Enemy

With a wet gulp, Langsion drank every drop of the thick, sticky nectar flowing out of her, just as he had boasted he would, without spilling a single bit.

 

“Haah… haah…”

 

Scylla let out rough, labored breaths. Her voice was thick with heat. 

 

Still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, unable to control her shaking limbs, she tried to catch her breath. 

 

But only for a moment, her eyes suddenly flew wide open.

 

“W-wait!”

 

Langsion had been slipping his fingers into her slick, melted entrance when Scylla’s protest made him raise his eyebrows.

 

“Don’t.”

 

It was meant as a command, but it came out more like a plea. Her amber eyes, slightly trembling, were glistening with moisture. 

 

This was a reaction unlike her usual self, one he would never see at any other time. 

 

Langsion’s chest tickled with delight. But he didn’t stop. With his fingers hooked like claws, he scraped along her inner walls while his tongue gently teased her swollen clit.

 

“You can’t…”

 

Her sobbing voice sweetly tickled his ears like music. 

 

Langsion half-closed his eyes and focused entirely on pleasuring her.

 

Her extremely sensitive body was helpless against the ceaseless waves of stimulation. Scylla came again and again beneath Langsion’s tongue. 

 

He kept pushing her until she could no longer produce more fluid, even at the peak of her orgasms.

 

Ah…

 

When two hours had passed like that, Scylla was completely exhausted and couldn’t even make a proper sound. She had done nothing but lie there and feel, yet her entire body was drenched in sweat. 

 

The same was true for Langsion. 

 

He lifted his forehead, glistening with beads of sweat, and licked his lips. His lips were swollen, as if they had been soaked in water for a long time.

 

The room, which had once smelled refreshingly of flowers, was now filled with a thick, lewd, musky scent. 

 

Langsion looked at Scylla, who lay sprawled out as if dead, and only then did he raise his body from between her legs. 

 

Unlike her, he opened his dry lips and brought the spout of the pitcher to his mouth. Scylla blinked weakly and drank the water he offered.

 

How obedient and cute…

 

Swallowing the words he could never say as her disciple, Langsion smiled gently.

 

“I’m going to put it in now.”

 

At his gentle whisper, Scylla’s face twisted.

 

“Since I don’t know how to lift Teacher’s curse, I have no choice but to work as hard as I can.”

 

Langsion spoke seriously as he aligned his cock with her entrance. Without even thrusting hard, his length slid smoothly inside her as if being sucked in.

 

“It seems this is the right answer. Your body is telling me to hurry and come in.”

 

Even his voice sounded sincere.

 

“You crazy bastard…”

 

Just cover my ears. Scylla muttered under her breath, then threw her head back as Langsion began moving his hips. 

 

Talented in countless fields, Langsion was exceptionally gifted in sex as well. 

 

With just a single thrust, he struck the exact spot that made Scylla feel the most pleasure.

 

He thrust into her with cruel precision, targeting only the places that made her feel good. Before he had even thrust ten times, Scylla clenched her buttocks and began shaking violently. Her inner walls writhed wildly, squeezing his cock tightly.

 

“Uggh…!”

 

Langsion furrowed the bridge of his nose and gripped Scylla’s ass. Then he lowered his head and licked the sweat from her breasts.

 

Thrusting, ejaculating, moving, ejaculating again.

 

The clothes they had been wearing were now crumpled and either bunched up behind their backs or scattered on the floor. 

The sky, which had been bright with daylight, was now completely dark. 

 

Only then did Langsion realize the room was filled with darkness. He blew out a light breath. His skin felt sticky and hot. 

 

Just how long had he been so absorbed? 

 

He let out a dumbfounded laugh. What was even more absurd was that he still wanted to keep moving his hips. 

 

Scylla’s insides, wrapped tightly around his cock, were warm and soft… 

 

Ah, he didn’t know anymore. It just felt good. So good that he didn’t want to stop.

 

“Teacher.”

 

“…”

 

“Teacher?”

 

Scylla gave no answer. She didn’t move at all. 

 

Langsion carefully pressed his ear to her chest. He held his breath and focused. 

 

Only after hearing the faint thump thump of her heartbeat did he feel relieved. Worrying that his partner might have died just from having vigorous sex, this was a first for him.

 

Letting out a short, hollow laugh, he pulled his cock out of her still-warm insides. 

 

Even as the head slipped out, it lingered reluctantly, but he didn’t want to keep thrusting into her while she was unconscious. Her body that embraced him was warm and pleasant, but he wanted to hear her hazy moans just as much as he wanted to look into her heated eyes.

 

Swallowing a deep sense of regret, Langsion began cleaning up. 

 

Cleaning after sex was also unfamiliar to him. 

 

The worshippers entranced by his sensuality were far more fanatically blind than the followers of other gods, so they had never wanted him to lift even a single finger.

 

As he picked up the scattered clothes, a faint humming escaped Langsion’s lips. He had no intention of making Scylla do any of the work. 

 

It was enough for her to simply feel. 

 

Going limp and writhing under his touch was her only duty. 

 

In truth, he didn’t feel like bothering with any trivial chores beyond making her feel pleasure. 

 

After climaxing only a few times and then passing out, what cleanup could she possibly do?

 

He lit a large candle. Once he had lit every candle in the room, the surroundings brightened considerably.

 

Only then did the embarrassingly messy state of the room become fully visible.

 

The bedsheets were heavily wrinkled, and underwear and clothes were scattered everywhere. But the most striking sight was the beautiful woman lying there with her fair skin covered in countless handprints. 

 

Even a maid experienced in cleaning up after such acts would have sighed in dismay at the scene, yet Langsion didn’t bat an eye. 

 

It would not be an exaggeration to say he had witnessed every lewd and filthy act the world had to offer. 

 

Still, he deliberately avoided looking at Scylla on the bed and started cleaning the surroundings first. He picked up the messily scattered clothes and towels, then refilled the pitcher with water. 

 

Only after that did Langsion look at Scylla again.

 

Oh no. I want to do it again.

 

Just looking at her disheveled form beneath his touch made his chest feel tight. 

 

Even though she was unconscious, he wanted to pull her into his arms again. But if he continued, her body really wouldn’t be able to endure it. 

 

They had rolled around until her daytime self had turned into her nighttime self; any healthy human would be completely exhausted after that.

 

Humans are so fragile.

 

Grumbling inwardly, Langsion placed a hand on Scylla’s knee. When he spread her legs, the messy state of her pussy was fully revealed. 

 

Her flushed skin was completely covered in sticky fluids. 

 

Langsion unconsciously licked his lips. 

 

Would it be okay to clean her with my tongue? 

 

But if he did that, his cock, which had barely calmed down, would get hard again. Langsion gave a light shrug and wet a clean handkerchief with water. He gently wiped Scylla’s sweat-drenched body with the handkerchief.

 

As he wiped from her cum-matted bush down to her ass, he suddenly paused. 

 

The swollen, reddened entrance filled his vision. Half-transparent, cloudy fluid was thickly smeared around her hole.

 

Frowning slightly, Langsion stared intently at the area and touched the entrance with the tip of his index finger. 

 

The swollen hole tightly gripped his finger. He pulled it out and put it in his mouth. Then, coating his finger generously with saliva, he pressed it against her entrance again. 

 

This time, the finger entered more smoothly, and he stirred her insides. When he curled his finger and scraped, a thick clump of fluid dripped out with a wet sound. 

 

Even after one scrape, it kept coming, he had clearly released a lot inside her.

 

Langsion focused as if he were doing something very important. 

 

Before long, a heavy feeling returned between his legs. Since he wasn’t wearing pants, his fully erect cock was blatantly exposed.

 

At that exact moment, Scylla, who had just opened her eyes, stared straight at it.

 

Thwack—

 

Scylla’s foot kicked him in the forehead. Langsion snapped back to his senses and blinked.

 

“Ouch.”

 

A belated groan escaped him.

 

“It doesn’t even hurt.”

 

Scylla scolded him in a hoarse voice. 

 

How much could a weak kick from an exhausted foot possibly hurt? Langsion grinned brightly.

 

“I thought I should pretend it hurts.”

 

“…Even when I first met you, I thought this, but you really aren’t right in the head.”

 

“That’s too much, Teacher. Your disciple is working day and night to lift your curse.”

 

“You conscienceless… ngh?”

 

Scylla frowned. Langsion had taken her foot and was sucking on her big toe as if it were candy. 

 

Scylla was so shocked, almost as much as when he licked her pussy, that she was left speechless, only opening and closing her mouth.

 

“Teacher, your toes are so cute.”

 

Langsion mumbled while sucking. His eyes were half-lidded.

 

A shiver ran down Scylla’s spine, whether from fear or tension, she wasn’t sure. The Langsion reflected in her eyes looked truly insane.

 

“You… what the hell are you doing… that’s dirty.”

 

Langsion’s eyebrow twitched.

 

“But they’re cute.”

 

“…”

 

At night, Scylla’s features looked more refined and beautiful than during the day. Her skin, moist like a peach, was so supple that it clung pleasantly to the hand. 

 

Just touching it felt addictive. 

 

While sucking on her toes, Langsion gazed intently at her ankle bone. The slightly protruding shape was so adorable, he wanted to bite it.

 

“If the teacher becomes clean through your disciple’s mouth, that’s enough to satisfy me. Think of my mouth as washing water. A handkerchief would work too. This is only natural for a disciple, right?”

 

Even as he greedily indulged with his hands, eyes, and tongue, smooth, sweet words flowed endlessly from his lips.