How a Villain Defies Destiny Chapter 153

Yves Leblanc’s sharply pointed tongue scraped against the roof of my mouth, thrusting deep inside before gently rubbing his tongue against mine.

 

He controlled the pace deliberately.

 

I tried to escape his tongue that kept poking at the inside of my cheeks, but he persistently wrapped around my tongue, mixing our saliva and breath together.

 

Whether it was consideration for me, who wasn’t used to breathing through my nose while kissing, or simply him satisfying his own desire, it was hard to tell. 

 

Despite his efforts, I gradually grew breathless.

 

Perhaps because I couldn’t supply oxygen to my lungs properly, my vision began to blur.

 

Desperate for air, I pushed against Yves Leblanc’s chest and struggled, but he didn’t budge at all.

 

‘I’m going to suffocate!’

 

Just as I was reaching my limit from the lack of breath, Yves Leblanc, who had seemed like he would never let go, finally pulled back with a regretful expression.

 

Barely freed, I gasped and buried myself in his arms.

 

My legs had lost all strength; if I didn’t lean on him, I felt like I would collapse onto the floor right then and there.

 

As I trembled while clutching his collar like a lifeline, Yves Leblanc, noticing my condition, lifted me up in his arms.

 

“Laura, is it alright if we continue on the bed?”

 

The silver eyes facing me shimmered strangely, filled with thick heat.

 

‘Did I poke something I shouldn’t have?’

 

I wanted to calm Yves Leblanc down, he looked like he was about to snap the reins of his reason at any moment, but since I had been the one to encourage him first, I couldn’t back out now. 

 

After hesitating for a moment, I finally spoke the words of permission.

 

“Y… yes.”

 

He carefully laid me down on the soft bedding and immediately buried his face in the nape of my neck. Then he easily unbuttoned the apprentice priestess’s robe I was wearing.

 

‘Why is he so good at this!’

 

Both the kiss from earlier and the way his lips were now teasing near my collarbone.

 

It was hard to believe this was only the second time; he was far too skilled.

 

“Y-Yves?”

 

While I was flustered and didn’t know what to do from the embarrassment, he slowly moved downward and naturally took my nipple into his mouth.

 

“Ahmp…!”

 

Startled by the sudden stimulation, I unconsciously let out a moan. Yves Leblanc, who had been gently nibbling on the hardened peak, apologized by rubbing his tongue around the areola.

 

He then began to slowly roll it inside his mouth as if savoring the taste.

 

The unfamiliar sensation made my body tense up involuntarily.

 

It wasn’t the first time receiving his caresses, but during the possession, my mind had been in complete chaos due to the sudden changes.

 

Therefore, today could be said to be the first time I was fully focused on the act itself.

 

“Is your chest not to your liking? Should I start from below?”

 

When I remained stiff, he pulled his mouth away from my nipple and whispered in a languid voice.

 

“What?”

 

Before I could even process the sentence, Yves Leblanc’s cool hand slipped between my thighs. His long fingers parted my pubic hair and accurately found the location of my clitoris within the parted slit.

 

At the tingling stimulation, my body twitched violently. I hurriedly stopped him.

 

“Wait a moment!”

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Ah, I’m not mentally prepared yet…”

 

I was about to ask him to go a little slower, but Yves Leblanc cut off my words.

 

“Yet it seems this side is already fully prepared.”

 

He held up his hand, glistening with my wetness, right in front of my eyes and added,

 

“And the same goes for me.”

 

When I lowered my gaze, I saw his already hardened member.

 

“This time, I will definitely satisfy you.”

 

As soon as he finished speaking, one of his fingers entered the narrow hole.

 

Even though I had mentally prepared myself, I flinched and trembled at the unfamiliar sensation of something foreign invading inside.

 

Yves Leblanc’s movements immediately became much more careful.

 

However, his fingers did not stop stroking my inner walls. He slowly moved them in and out, gradually increasing the number of fingers.

 

When the wet, squelching sounds grew more frequent, Yves Leblanc, breathing heavily, spoke in a low, sunken voice.

 

“I’m going to put it in now.”

 

It might have been better if I hadn’t known.

 

Even though I knew I had to relax, the moment the thick glans touched the entrance of my vagina, I became even more tense for no reason.

 

Still, thanks to how thoroughly he had prepared me, his thick and hard member spread the hole open and entered tightly.

 

“Ha… Laura. Relax a little more.”

 

Even while letting out a pained groan, Yves Leblanc eventually pushed all the way in until the base of his shaft was flush against me.

 

There was a slight pain from the heavy presence filling me inside, but it was far better than the pain I had felt the first time, right after the possession.

 

‘I was worried he might thrust wildly like back then.’

 

Contrary to my worries, he moved extremely slowly.

 

As if imprinting his shape inside me.

 

The heavy, scraping stimulation against my delicate membranes continued persistently, and the pleasure that gradually built up sent electric currents tingling through my entire body.

 

When Yves Leblanc’s penis reached the deepest part of my vaginal walls, my toes curled involuntarily, and I soon reached a light climax.

 

While immersed in the unfamiliar ecstasy, I suddenly realized that the hand gripping my thigh tightly was trembling.

 

Only then did I see Yves Leblanc’s face—jaw clenched, desperately suppressing his desire.

 

He really seemed to be enduring everything solely for my sake.

 

“Yves?”

 

As if trying to hide his boiling lust, Yves Leblanc deliberately curved the corners of his eyes and asked in a coquettish tone.

 

“Yes, Laura. Did it feel good?”

 

Of course, it felt good.

 

Incomparably better than the first time.

 

‘But this isn’t what I wanted.’

 

What I had wanted was not one-sided pleasure gained from the other person’s sacrifice, but an act of love where our feelings connected with each other.

 

That was why I gently stroked Yves Leblanc’s cheek and spoke.

 

“Yves, I’m fine, so you don’t have to hold back anymore.”

 

“…I cannot cause you pain because of me.”

 

However, Yves Leblanc, with reddened eyes, stubbornly refused my suggestion even as he overlapped his hand with mine.

 

“I don’t think what Yves gives me is pain. Because I feel the same way you do.”

 

Looking straight into his faintly trembling silver eyes, I poured out the thoughts I was feeling right then.

 

“Just as you want to satisfy me, I also want to make you feel satisfied, Yves.”

 

When I pulled his overlapping hand toward me, it came weakly.

 

I kissed each of his fingers one by one, and finally lightly bit the tip of his pinky with a playful tone as I provoked him.

 

“How was the pain I gave you? Did you dislike it?”

 

“…”

 

I hadn’t expected an easy answer from him in the first place, so I bit his finger harder and pressed him.

 

“If you don’t answer, I’ll keep biting.”

 

“It… wasn’t unpleasant.”

 

Yves Leblanc furrowed his brows deeply and reluctantly replied, unable to withstand the urging.

 

“I feel the same. So you don’t have to hold back either, Yves.”

 

Biting down hard on his lower lip, he began to move intensely as if he had completely lost his self-control. His thick shaft persistently stirred and violently thrust into my soft flesh as if digging it apart.

 

His hot member would pull out for a moment only to plunge back in deeper and harder before I could even feel the emptiness.

 

I completely surrendered my body to Yves Leblanc and was shaken wildly up and down.

 

The sound of our wet flesh slapping together grew louder and louder.

 

The heat spreading from my belly traveled up my spine, threatening to melt my brain.

 

Strangely, the heavy, dull pain brought ecstasy along with it.

 

Enough that I couldn’t even swallow all my moans.

 

“Mph, haaa…!”

 

It felt strange.

 

My body, soaked in rapture, felt like it was floating upward, only to crash back down again and again.

 

Every time he thrust, an overwhelming stimulation surged over me like a violent wave.

 

As the explosive pleasure reached its peak, my vision began to flicker.

 

A low groan also escaped from between Yves Leblanc’s teeth.

 

At the same time, the hot shaft that had been stirring my inner walls pulled out.

 

“Ah…”

 

Hot liquid splattered onto my lower belly.

 

Breathing raggedly from the dizzying sensation, I squeezed my eyes shut.

 

‘It feels so good it’s almost scary.’

 

While still basking in the afterglow of climax, something soft and warm touched my eyelid and then lifted away.

 

It didn’t take long to realize it was Yves Leblanc’s lips.

 

When I opened my eyes, Yves Leblanc was looking down at me with a worried gaze, his eyebrows drooping.

 

“Does it still hurt?”

 

His face, drained of color, was filled with deep guilt. He seemed to have misunderstood that I had closed my eyes because I was in pain.

 

“You don’t have to worry. It didn’t hurt at all.”

 

“But…”

 

“It’s true. No… rather, it felt really good.”

 

My chest rose and fell heavily from my uneven breathing, but I cut off his words without giving him a chance to speak.

 

Because conveying my true feelings to him was far more important.