How a Villain Defies Destiny Chapter 154

“Since we both felt good with mutual consent, Yves doesn’t need to feel sorry toward me.”

 

To eliminate any misunderstanding that I had suffered because of him, I honestly shared my feelings, even if it made me sound perverted.

 

“…”

 

However, despite my repeated reassurances, Yves Leblanc’s pale complexion showed no signs of improving.

 

‘Why?’

 

My own confusion deepened along with it.

 

I had expected his face to brighten up immediately once I said I was fine.

 

While I was bewildered by the reaction that differed from my expectations, a sudden hypothesis flashed through my mind.

 

The possibility that he thought I was lying on purpose just to ease his guilt.

 

‘That would be… a bit troublesome.’

 

I had been prepared to be seen as perverted, but I didn’t have the courage to elaborately describe the pleasure I had just felt out loud.

 

No matter the intention, it would still sound like nothing but dirty talk.

 

‘But if I stay quiet, Yves will probably dig himself into a hole all alone…’

 

Dying of embarrassment or proving my sincerity.

 

Either choice was difficult for me, so while I was caught in inner conflict, unable to decide easily,

 

“I cannot forgive my own actions for not considering you.”

 

Unexpectedly, the gloomy Yves Leblanc spoke first.

 

“Even if Laura says it felt good, the fact that I lost my reason, overtaken by desire, is my fault.”

 

Fortunately, he seemed to believe my claim that the relationship with him had felt good.

 

‘Phew, thankfully I don’t have to bring up that embarrassing review.’

 

I sighed in relief inwardly, but a beat later, I realized nothing had been resolved yet and quickly raised an objection.

 

“Wait a moment. I was the one who encouraged you not to hold back your desire, so if we’re being precise, isn’t it my fault?”

 

“Precisely because I know it was your consideration… I find myself, who couldn’t control my sexual urges, even more disgusting.”

 

“…”

 

Many things I wanted to say swirled in my head, but it seemed better to give up on persuading him.

 

Once he had made up his mind, it was obvious that no matter what I said, it wouldn’t get through to him. So instead of repeating a conversation that wasn’t progressing, I chose to change my approach.

 

“I understand Yves’s feelings. In short, you’re feeling guilty because you couldn’t suppress your own impulses, right?”

 

“That’s correct.”

 

“And the person you’re apologizing to is me, correct?”

 

“…Yes.”

 

“Then, smile for me.”

 

“…”

 

Yves Leblanc’s brows furrowed slightly.

 

He looked like someone pondering deeply, assuming there must be another meaning behind my sudden request to smile.

 

“I prefer hearing the words ‘I love you’ more than ‘I’m sorry,’ and I like seeing Yves-nim’s smiling face more than his crying face.”

 

I continued speaking, paying no mind to his puzzled reaction.

 

“So from now on, if there’s something to apologize for, please smile and say you love me.”

 

“…”

 

“Understood?”

 

“…”

 

Even with my pressing urging, Yves Leblanc’s beautiful brows showed no sign of relaxing.

 

‘Ah, is he confused because he can’t tell if this is a joke or serious?’

 

It was a reasonable guess. 

 

The content was somewhat playful to be taken completely seriously. But I was being sincere, and it wasn’t an empty joke, so I spoke even more firmly.

 

“Really, from now on, I absolutely won’t accept any apologies that start with ‘I’m sorry.’ Of course, I won’t even look at your face during that time.”

 

“I… l…”

 

Yves Leblanc’s tightly closed mouth finally opened, and he awkwardly spat out each syllable with effort, like a child learning language for the first time.

 

“I… love… you.”

 

Even though I knew how hard it was for him to say it, I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

 

It was because his face was all scrunched up.

 

“You need to relax here.”

 

I poked the space between his eyebrows and teased him.

 

Yves Leblanc let out a dry sigh, smoothed out his crumpled expression, and muttered quietly as if to himself.

 

“…I love you.”

 

“Your eyes weren’t smiling. Do it again.”

 

After the successive criticisms, Yves Leblanc lowered his head as if exhausted.

 

“…”

 

“Yves?”

 

I carefully called his name, wondering if I had gone too far. I carefully called his name again, wondering if I had gone too far.

 

When Yves Leblanc raised his head once more, the corners of his eyes were softly curved, and he wore a bright, refreshing smile.

 

“I love you. I love you, Laura.”

 

Then, in a voice wet with emotion, he endlessly repeated the same sentence.

 

As if he would keep going as long as I didn’t stop him.

 

“I forgive you. It’s okay to stop now.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

Having finished speaking, he lightly kissed my forehead.

 

It was a kiss like a bird pecking, completely devoid of any sexual meaning. From my forehead to my cheek, then from my cheek to my neck, Yves Leblanc’s lips slowly moved downward.

 

Strangely, every place his lips touched burned as if scorched by fire.

 

While I was squirming from the strange sensation, I quickly stopped him upon noticing his movement heading toward my intimate area.

 

“Y-Yves! That place is a bit…”

 

If it had been with his hand, it might have been different, but having his tongue lick there was an unfamiliar caress, and burying his face between my legs was visually embarrassing as well.

 

“Should I stop?”

 

It was clearly a question.

 

Yet the man who whispered it languidly into my ear rubbed his lips against my palm before I could even answer. He kissed it with soft sucking sounds, then soon began licking with his tongue.

 

It was slightly ticklish, but since it wasn’t a particularly sensitive area, I didn’t stop him this time.

 

I was just puzzled.

 

Then it suddenly occurred to me that he seemed to be caressing the spot he hadn’t been able to reach earlier because I had stopped him.

 

‘No way… It must be my imagination, right?’

 

I dismissed it as a ridiculous thought and tried hard to erase it from my mind, but the moment my eyes met his clouded, deeply sunken silver gaze, I had the intuition that it might not be a misunderstanding after all.

 

“Laura. Really… is it not allowed?”

 

Many things were omitted from the question, but his intention was easy to understand.

 

It was because of the heavy weight pressing against my lower lip.

 

The act of rubbing his already enlarged member against my folds without any gap made his meaning blatantly clear.

 

“No. Um, other than licking that place… It’s fine.”

 

I accepted readily without much hesitation. I had only stopped him because I felt resistance toward having that area licked; I had no intention of refusing the act itself.

 

“This time… it might not end after just once.”

 

“I told you earlier. It felt good for me too. So do whatever you want as much as you like, Yves-nim.”

 

My answer seemed quite satisfying, as a graceful curve formed on Yves Leblanc’s lips.

 

“I warned you. You might regret it.”

 

Yves Leblanc, who murmured this in a languid voice, suddenly pulled back his tightly pressed body. While I blankly watched his inexplicable action, his large hand wrapped around my left calf.

 

“Laura.”

 

Calling my name, Yves Leblanc pulled the leg he was holding and brought his lips to my knee.

 

Then he slowly moved downward.

 

It seemed like he was continuing the shower of kisses that I had interrupted earlier.

 

As his lips descended piously and purely, as if performing a sacred ritual, and reached the top of my foot, he called my name once again.

 

“Laura.”

 

I, who had been watching everything in a daze, flinched in surprise.

 

His atmosphere had changed in an instant. Like a beast eyeing its prey, he suddenly bit down on my ankle.

 

“…!”

 

While I gasped in surprise at the unexpected pain, he placed the leg he was holding onto his shoulder and thrust his throbbing member inside without hesitation.

 

Thanks to having already reached climax once, his thick shaft slid smoothly into my vagina.

 

What I hadn’t expected was that, due to the changed position, the large and thick object reached much deeper than before.

 

“Ugh!”

 

The hot shaft, filled with heat, scraped against my inner walls and entered all the way to the base in one go.

 

“Laura… Look at me.”

 

The eyes meet mine, the voice calling my name.

 

The fact that Yves Leblanc desperately wanted me made my chest tingle. Even though I couldn’t even move my fingertips due to the successive climaxes, Yves Leblanc did not stop moving.

 

His sexual desire was astonishingly vigorous; it was hard to believe how he had held back until now.

 

‘Maybe it’s the rebound from all the suppression until now…’

 

However, I couldn’t continue my thoughts for long.

 

Even while lost in idle thoughts, the stimulation was steadily building, and because I had become even more sensitive after the first climax, the sensations coming from my lower region felt even clearer.

 

“Mmm…”

 

As if my entire body had become an erogenous zone, intense pleasure surged no matter where Yves Leblanc touched.