How Lilies turn Black Chapter 102 - The Great Nation of Law and Order (5)

Was it simply a difference in the way of caressing? Or a difference in the person doing it?  

 

Unable to judge the answer herself, Liliana could not stop Silvano.

 

She had to confirm it and prove it, ‘That’s the reason it felt so good when the one touching and exploring her was ‘Theodoro’ wasn’t because of him.’  

 

That losing her mind that day, being unable to escape the memory of that day ever since, and feeling like she wouldn’t be able to treat him the same way in the future…  

 

It wasn’t because she had some kind of feelings for Theodoro, but because of pleasure and sexual desire—she had to confirm it directly.  

 

“…Silvano.”  

 

Suddenly, as Liliana pulled her captured hand free and gripped his firm wrist, Silvano paused, his fingers having been circling her navel. 

 

The brief furrow of his brow lasted only a moment.  

 

“Do more, you.”  

 

Her slightly narrowed eyes widened in full surprise. 

 

As Silvano froze, wondering if he had misheard, her elegant voice struck him once more.  

 

“…I said do more.”  

 

Even after hearing the same words twice, he couldn’t believe his ears.  

 

Of course, it was what Silvano had wanted, and the outcome he had expected. Still, he couldn’t shake the sour, prickly feeling.  

 

It might have been because the woman who had been choking him just moments ago was demanding so quickly and blatantly. 

 

Or it might have been because of Liliana’s expression, which was completely different from what he had imagined.  

 

‘…What the hell?’  

 

He closely scrutinized the face of the woman pinned beneath him. Her lips firmly shut as if she had made a resolute decision. Her eyes were submerged in darkness, flickering. 

 

No matter how he looked, it wasn’t the expression of someone pleading in ecstasy.

 

A nauseating twist in his gut crumpled Silvano’s face like a sheet of paper.

 

“Haa… What the hell is this supposed to be…”

 

Unlike the cautious touches he had given until now, that brutal hand yanked the slip strap down in one motion.

 

But the moment the flawless, snow-white skin was revealed, as if snow had fallen on an April spring night, every last one of the swarming, unpleasant emotions in his head faded to pure white.

 

“…!”

 

Breasts shaped like water droplets about to fall. 

 

A curve that perfectly embodied the word elegance. Nipple areolas dyed the color of unripe peaches, and atop them, small nipples like cherries on a cake.

 

Silvano’s eyes, taking in the sight, hardened stiffly.

 

He did not know art, no aristocratic hobby of appreciating sculptures… but if he imagined it, wouldn’t a statue of a goddess displayed in some museum on a distant continent look like this?

 

The breasts the woman before him revealed seemed untouchable by any hand—and should remain so.

 

He had seen countless pairs of tits. 

 

Of course, he knew they came in all sizes, colors, and shapes.

 

Yet why did the sight of these breasts, glimpsed over the fallen slip, choke his breath? 

 

Silvano himself couldn’t understand it.

 

Was this the feeling Eve had before the fruit of good and evil? 

 

His hand, reaching toward her, trembled visibly. The rough palm gently cupped the breasts that seemed ready to spill over at any moment.

 

“Ah…”

 

It felt like holding a cloud he had never touched before—soft and fluffy.

 

Why was the skin so tender? 

 

It seemed as if the touching of skins would melt together.

 

“Agh…”

 

A frail moan flowed into his ear. It felt like trampling a line that should never be crossed, but he couldn’t stop.

 

Silvano pressed firmly on the concave small of Liliana’s back. His entire face was buried in the breasts pouring toward him.

 

His mind grew hazy from the sensation of the squishing flesh… 

 

He parted his lips as if entranced and slowly licked the underside of her breast with his crimson tongue.

 

“Ha, hmpp….”

 

A beast-like desire surged at the trembling of her body that he felt so vividly.

 

Silvano licked up her breast stickily along its graceful curve. The moment the tip of his tongue brushed the peak, he felt her waist, which he had been caressing, stiffen straight.

 

“…Hmmph!”

 

Ignoring the heat churning and clumping in his lower abdomen, Silvano placed his lips over the areola. Then, rolling his tongue, he coiled it around the prominently protruding sensitive point.

 

The small bit of flesh crushed against the tip of his tongue—what was it? 

 

A fierce ecstasy shot up to the crown of his head, making his whole body tremble.

 

“Ha…”

 

“Ah, ahh. Si, Silvano…. Hng.”

 

Every time he tickled the peak with his tongue, her nasal moans seeped into his ears. Her voice calling his name, fragile as if it might snap at any moment.

 

Along with that sound, the vulgar noises of tseup, chup filled the room.

 

Everything felt excessively stimulating and excessively immoral. He wanted to devour the flesh greedily right then and there, yet it felt like he absolutely shouldn’t.

 

Why.

 

Just why.

 

Silvano pulled his lips away and caught his irregular breathing. 

 

Liliana’s cheeks, as he looked up, were flushed with red, and her lips, leaking moans, were parted in a seductive pose.

 

Ah, he shouldn’t have looked up at that sight.

 

A grown sense of depravity weighed heavily on Silvano’s chest. Even though she had permitted it, sucking on her breasts like a rutting beast cub felt base and vile to him.

 

His mouth twisted fiercely.

 

‘What… just what is the problem?’

 

Indescribable, incomprehensible emotions swirled chaotically in her mind.

 

“Fuck… why the hell am I like this?”

 

Silvano gritted his teeth and seized the nape of her neck. Her frail body flipped over in an instant, and their positions reversed in a flash.

 

Liliana’s half-lidded eyes widened beneath the dim shadows.

 

The confusion wasn’t his alone. Liliana felt it just the same.

 

As he lifted the backs of her knees and parted them, her delicate face contorted as if on the verge of tears.

 

“Hng, ugh…”

 

Yes, to be honest, if she said it didn’t feel good, that would be a lie. 

 

The foreplay, burning with arousal, was steadily preparing to carry Liliana away on waves of pleasure to some distant place.

 

Yet strangely, every act up until now felt nothing but unpleasant to her. 

 

To the point where she could no longer bear it.

 

The more the languid caresses continued, the more she felt a growing disgust—not just toward the man before her, but toward herself as well.

 

“Why…”

 

Shouldn’t it have been Theodoro, not Silvano, who stirred these feelings?

 

What was clear was that the texture of the confusion from before was different from what she felt now. 

 

Back then, she had desperately fought against reason screaming, “You mustn’t do this with this man,” whereas now, the simple sensations of pleasure and displeasure were clashing at opposite extremes.

 

The act she had started in search of answers only burdened her with greater questions, tangling her mind into a complete mess.

 

But as the underwear clinging to her lower body was stripped away, the whirlwind of thoughts evaporated in an instant.

 

“Si-Silvano…!”

 

She flinched and shrank back, but she couldn’t escape the grip that seized both her knees and lifted her legs. 

 

Liliana’s face turned deathly pale.

 

“No, this… this doesn’t feel right. Not anymore.”

 

She twisted her body desperately and clutched at Silvano’s forearms.

 

At that moment, Liliana was able to discover Silvano frozen with a pallor she had never seen before. 

 

Like someone who had witnessed something terribly shocking.

 

It was a woman’s genitals that he must have seen so many times, so what was there to be surprised about? 

 

But Silvano was truly enveloped in a shock as if his head had been struck.

 

Skin as white and smooth as white jade, and plump labia majora. A lovely shaped vulva, just like a line drawn in the middle of a white and round flour dough. 

 

The moment he saw with his own eyes a vagina that seemed to have never properly taken in a man’s penis even once, his mind simply went blank.

 

He should have stopped there. 

 

Why on earth did he grab her knees as she tried to close her legs and forcefully spread them to both sides?

 

The tightly closed wings slowly opened, soon revealing the reddish inner flesh. 

 

A small clitoris that protruded cutely. It was as if a fire was surging from within, like a thousand-year-old lust boiling up.

 

However, the things he had longed for went awry and collapsed, the moment he saw the tiny vaginal opening that seemed barely able to fit one finger…, and the transparent love juice pooled in that hole.

 

“…Ah.”

 

A bitter self-loathing dragged him down to the bottom of the underground.

 

It felt like he had touched a sanctuary that should not be touched. This wasn’t the emotion he had intended to feel by taking her.

 

‘Fuck… why am I like this…?’

 

She had called him master without any particular meaning, but before he knew it, had he become serious about this master play?

 

Or was it guilt for incapacitating a woman who had nothing in particular but never yielded to Theodoro, and now even jumping into killing the president of a country?

 

If not that, was it terrible rather than proud that the woman who had pushed him away numerous times had finally been physically conquered by him?

 

I didn’t know the answer, but one thing was certain. I couldn’t go any further here.

 

My double was still proudly displaying its massive presence inside my underwear, but I couldn’t bring myself to thrust it into Liliana, covered as it was in germs from poking into every arrogant woman’s hole.

 

And stopping around there was exactly what Liliana had been hoping and wishing for. She raised her knees and forcefully lifted his waist.

 

“Urk, hngh!”

 

The sudden sharp pain in his side made Silvano swallow a gasp and clutch his abdomen.

 

Only then did reality, which had fled to the other side of the earth, come rushing back, and a fierce voice stabbed into his ears like a dagger.

 

“Stop…! I said I want to stop!”

 

“Ah…”

 

He must have been completely out of it, not even hearing the words to stop.

 

“Haa…. Sorry, Liliana. I’m sorry.”

 

Silvano caught his ragged breath and ran a hand through his hair. 

 

Reason was returning at breakneck speed. Yet the white, red, and wet things he still couldn’t forget.

 

As if to erase the lingering shapes that kept flickering in his mind, he covered his face with a large palm. But the sacred yet immoral images etched into his brain remained disgustingly vivid.

 

From beneath his shadowed head, hollow, bitter laughter began to leak out.

 

‘Ah… I’m really fucked, aren’t I?’