How Lilies turn Black Chapter 97 - Downfall (6)

“Lilia.”

 

Theodoro called her name again, gripping her left thigh. He used his own leg to press down on her right leg, spreading them apart.

 

The air touched her exposed skin, bringing a momentary coolness, but it was brief. 

 

As his fingertips slid up from her entrance to her clitoris, a fiery heat spread like it was about to ignite.

 

“Ah, aghh…!”

 

Lilia trembled, her legs shaking as she twisted her waist. Ignoring her, Theodoro gently parted the entrance that repeatedly contracted and relaxed. 

 

His gaze openly traced over her most intimate place.

 

The pale, thick, and glistening lips, slick with slippery love juice. 

 

The inner flesh, flushed a heated red, and the vulva quivering as if breathing.

 

The sticky fluid endlessly welling up from there was more than enough to soak his hand—it streamed down over her buttocks onto the car seat. 

 

He let out a rough breath as he lightly dipped his fingertips into the source of the spring.

 

“Haa, Lilia.”

 

“…”

 

“Were you this wet in front of that son of a bitch, too?”

 

Her beautiful face contorted miserably.

 

What?

 

Suddenly, her mind snapped to alertness. 

 

Shame was joined by a sense of betrayal, surrounding her. But the moment two of his fingers pushed into her entrance, all emotion vanished from her head.

 

“Ahh, ughh!”

 

Lilia tore at the leather seat, thrown into the overwhelming storm of pleasure assaulting her.

 

“Theo…!”

 

He didn’t answer and only began to move his hand slowly. Her tightly tensed body clenched the narrow space, but Theodoro rubbed her swollen clitoris, loosening the muscles.

 

Under his gentle touch, the tightened entrance gradually began to open… and in time with that, the fingers stirring her warm insides grew more persistent.

 

Squelch. Squelch—

 

An unbearably lewd sound leaked out from between her sticky thighs. 

 

Needless to say, the excitement consuming both of them grew even more intense with those tiny noises.

 

The movement stirring her private parts gradually quickened. 

 

Though his touch was somewhat rough, Liliana couldn’t even feel the pain. His fingers, slick with abundant love juices as if using them for lubrication, felt only smooth and slippery.

 

“Ah, hng, unngh!”

 

Liliana let out deep moans and surrendered herself to his touch. 

 

The squelching sounds grew increasingly intense, and with every movement of his hand, clear fluid splattered wildly onto his palms and sleeves.

 

Theodoro, breathing heavily, probed her inner walls and pushed her further.

 

“Answer me. Did you spill out like this in front of that bastard, too?”

 

“Ah, hng… Theo, Theo…!”

 

Tears welled up in the corners of her distorted eyes. 

 

Why did Wayne keep being brought up?

 

Each time he was mentioned, she was sharply reminded of a reality she had barely managed to forget. 

 

The fact that she was lying with her legs lewdly spread, panting, in front of none other than Theodoro, was so humiliating and disgusting that she felt she could die on the spot.

 

“Ha, hng… St, stop it…”

 

“Stop it?”

 

“Nngh, hng…”

 

Both her cheeks began to grow damp and wet. 

 

Liliana covered her face and thrashed about wildly.

 

Amidst this, the fingers moving at her entrance suddenly withdrew. Her lower body felt abruptly empty, and inside her, which had been left hollow without reaching its peak, only a tingling sensation remained.

 

Liliana forced her tightly shut eyelids open with difficulty.

 

“…Theo…?”

 

When she finally looked up, Theodoro was staring down at her with an expression devoid of any warmth.

 

He indifferently reached out and parted the glistening lips. 

 

The hole, seemingly searching for its lost master, was quivering, filled with sticky love juices.

 

“You’re this wet. And you say stop?”

 

“D, don’t look… Please…”

 

No matter how hard she tried to close her legs, it was useless. 

 

Theodoro pinned her thighs down with his own leg and lightly teased her entrance with his fingertip.

 

“Ahhng…!”

 

Liliana twisted her body as if she were falling apart. 

 

Despite her pleading, sobbing voice, he was only relentless, and each time he lightly stirred the shallow entrance, the pooled arousal inside streamed down the valley of her buttocks.

 

Theodoro swept up the flowing stream with his hand and clicked his tongue.

 

“You’ve gone and made a complete mess of the sheets. But you say ‘stop?'”

 

Liliana frantically shook her head. She had unconsciously told him not to with her own mouth, but she truly had no idea if that was the right thing to say.

 

Once again, the hand caressing her pubic area felt so tender, in contrast to his insulting words.

 

The hand, spreading her fluids all over that area and moving in slow circles, felt as though it was soothing and appeasing her very heart. 

 

As if telling her to say she wanted more.

 

The impending, yet not quite arriving, peak of pleasure left the area below her waist tingling and numb.

 

“Say it clearly. ‘Stop?’ Or ‘What should I do?’“

 

“Ah, aghh… Theo…”

 

“What? Is it because it’s not that great teacher of yours, so you can’t even bring yourself to ask for more?”

 

Her tear-soaked cheeks were drenched. 

 

Even her lower body, moving without rhythm, seemed to sob and shed tears.

 

A thought suddenly occurred to Liliana.

 

‘I have been faithful to achieving my goals, never distracted by other things, and I never reached out with futile hands to the man before me.’

 

But what mistake of mine has dragged me down to this point?

 

Every single drop of tears streaming down her face and body was filled with sorrow.

 

But it was already too late.

 

If I wanted to refuse, I should have done so from the very beginning. The fact that I didn’t might mean that, in truth, a part of me desired it.

 

“Whew, uh… Me, please, just a little…”

 

Liliana pulled him close by his broad back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. 

 

Theodoro’s eyes narrowed into fine slits, and the corners of his mouth curved into a subtle, sly arc.

 

“Keep talking. Beg for me?”

 

His leisurely hand, never ceasing its stroking of her clit. 

 

And the secret valley, endlessly moistening in response.

 

That most honest part of her was the first to voice its answer.

 

“Ah… yes… M-more, ahhhnngh…”

 

“More?”

 

The colder Theodoro acted, the more fiercely her desire for him raged. 

 

Just moments ago, a mere touch over her underwear had made her shudder, but now it wasn’t enough. Her body was burning up.

 

“More… more… please…”

 

“…Fuck.”

 

As if spitting out a vulgar curse, he withdrew his hand. 

 

The sudden emptiness between her legs, and the crude, low word she was hearing from his voice for the first time, felt alien. 

 

Liliana’s eyelashes fluttered faintly as she opened her eyes.

 

But before her vision could even fully clear, she heard the rapid sound of a belt being undone. 

 

Soon, something blunt touched her entrance.

 

“…Hhnngh!”

 

Her eyes flew wide open. She knew what it was without looking.

 

Theodoro, wetting his thick, veined member with her fluids, whispered quickly.

 

“Let’s just say we saw things the same way.”

 

As his words ended, he thrust his hips forward.

 

“Haaaugh!”

 

Her mind went blank white, and Liliana curled her body into itself. 

 

His presence, stiffly filling the narrow space, was overwhelmingly immense.

 

“W-wait… uhhnngh!”

 

He drove himself into her once more. 

 

Liliana threw her head back against the sheets, arching her slender waist.

 

“Look closely. See who it is that’s mating with you like an animal right now.”

 

A voice muddied with jealousy and lust was driven deep into her ears. 

 

Liliana squeezed her eyes tightly shut, as if desperately trying to deny it. She couldn’t bear to look.

 

I didn’t want to accept it—not with my eyes, my mind, or my heart—that the one who had pierced my delicate vaginal was Theodoro Benedetti.

 

“Open your eyes.”

 

But how could I defy that command once more, searing itself into my brain?

 

As a thick hand gripped Liliana’s chin, she finally opened her eyes under its oppressive pressure. Her vision was blurred as if shrouded in mist, whether from welling tears or not. 

 

A dark, massive figure was all that overwhelmed her.

 

It was no illusion to feel that immense presence drawing closer.

 

When the approaching shadow completely dyed her pure white nude body, a moist tongue swept across her eyes once, then retreated.

 

There was no need to say who was revealed once the tears were cleared away.

 

It was the man Liliana so deeply feared and loathed, and yet now, the man her body desired more than any other.

 

“Good.”

 

He lifted one corner of his mouth.

 

Ah…

 

A sharp pang struck somewhere in her chest.

 

Was this the first time she realized a smile could frustrate someone so deeply? 

 

Like an unending spring, tears once again filled the corners with her eyes.

 

Towards Liliana in that state, the whisper of erotic desire, having melted and crumbled her brain, dominated that space.

 

So what? It’s not like I’m mixing my body with him because I’m deeply in love with him or anything.

 

What’s the problem? 

 

This isn’t some punishable vice or a sin to be condemned.

 

Just close my eyes tight, enjoy it, and then go back to living as if nothing happened. 

 

Why overthink it?

 

Soaked in the obscene whisper of desire, her tear-stained green eyes grew dark and subdued.

 

Yeah, now that I hear it, that’s right.

 

It doesn’t matter anyway.

 

After all, this is just like a midsummer night’s dream. 

 

A one-night dream unrelated to my reality.

 

There’s no grand emotion like love involved… 

 

It’s just about getting drunk on a moment’s pleasure for tonight, so what does it matter?

 

Liliana reached out toward the blurry figure she could see through her hazy vision. 

 

Some unknown, transcendent force was guiding Theodoro to her.

 

“Keep… going…”

 

There was only one thing Liliana believed in now. That if she held him, an intensely dazzling pleasure would arrive before her.

 

So,

 

“Until the end, keep going…”

 

“Keep going?”

 

Theodoro’s eyes, which she looked up into, narrowed slightly. 

 

Just as her heart ached for some reason from that subtle and mysterious hint of laughter, he grabbed her hips.

 

“Ah…!”

 

His swollen member, ready to burst, pushed its way into the very end of her tight passage. With a sharp cry, Liliana wrapped her arms around his broad back.

 

It was a complete union.

 

Not a gap even the size of a fingernail. 

 

A truly complete union.

 

The rigid pillar was buried to its root, filling her perfectly, and her moist inner walls contracted with all their might, squeezing him tightly.

 

Theodoro let out a sigh into the air. 

 

As if he could no longer hold back his soaring desire.

 

That was the beginning.

 

Just when it seemed the manhood might subtly retreat to a shallower point in her entrance… it began thrusting into the deep valley, fiercely and relentlessly.

 

“Ah! Ugh, huh!”

 

Her breasts shook wildly from the intense thrusting. 

 

The very car surrounding them shook to the point of rocking, but neither of them paid it any mind.

 

What was important was wanting to receive him more deeply. 

 

Wanting him to delve into her more deeply. 

 

That animalistic instinct came first.

 

The movement of his hips pounding against her quickened.

 

The lewd, squelching sound of moisture filled the car, and the windows grew hazy with the hot breath the two exhaled.

 

Lost in the rising, crashing waves of ecstasy, Liliana clung to his thick neck, ceaselessly dampening the man.

 

“Ah! Theo, Theo…!”

 

And, out of her mind, she screamed his name.

 

She had a premonition. What was coming was likely a long night that would burn her mind pure white and reduce it to ashes.