It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 147
Thanks to the generous coating of scented oil, there was no pain or discomfort at all.
As they always say, even the virgin male leads in novels become experts at foreplay in an instant.
Compared to the night before, the way he applied stimulation was undeniably more practiced.
He pressed and rubbed only the most sensitive places, with just the right amount of pressure,
at just the right pace.
Yet even then, he didn’t forget his original purpose. He would curl his fingers and pull them out in one smooth motion and after repeating it a few more times, only clear liquid was left, dripping freely to the floor.
“Hngh…!”
In the end, I couldn’t hold back. A muffled moan slipped out from between tightly clenched lips.
“I think that’s everything, but I’ll check one more time just in case.”
My legs were trembling from the faint o****m that had just washed over me. Something soft brushed against the twitching entrance.
“Ah—wait…!”
I flailed, reaching back with one hand, but it was already too late.
Lionel’s tongue parted my folds and slipped inside.
“Ah…!”
His tongue moved slowly, as if memorizing every crease of my inner walls.
I could feel myself clenching around it, completely beyond my control.
As he gently caressed my shaking thighs, his fingers slipped between them and began to rapidly rub my exposed c**t.
“Ah…hnn! Li… Lionel…”
The pleasure was so intense, my body jolted with every motion.
The fluids that had come in bursts before now flowed in an unbroken stream. Lionel didn’t leave a single drop, drinking down everything.
I wanted to tell him to stop lapping it up, to take his tongue away, but the only sounds leaving my mouth were gasps soaked in arousal.
I couldn’t even think about stopping him anymore.
As the wet, slippery friction between us grew louder and louder, a sudden flash exploded behind my eyes.
My vision went white like a flashbang had gone off right in front of me.
The o****m that gripped me this time was incomparable to any other pleasure I’ve experienced. My entire body shuddered in convulsions.
“Hhngh…!”
Even then, Lionel’s tongue moved slowly, gently, licking my sensitive flesh in soft strokes.
And just before my legs could give out, he lifted me in one swift motion.
Carrying me in his arms, Lionel stepped into the bath.
He turned off the faucet and sat down, letting the warm water surround us both.
My body, so tense from the climax, melted against his chest.
Like that, he began to wash me.He lathered up my hair with rich foam, and scrubbed every inch of my face and body with careful attention.
As the head of a noble house, there’s no way he’d ever had to care for someone like this before, so why did his hands feel so practiced?
Had he perhaps cared for the sick in one of his many past lives?
“…I want to wash you too.”
Even if the divine power had healed him completely, he’d still been badly wounded. I wanted to do something for him as well.
But Lionel only gave a soft laugh and shook his head.
“Save your strength. That’s what I need most right now.”
Save it…? For what? What else was he planning?
I blinked up at him, confused, and he leaned down to press a kiss to my eyelid.
“I’ll wash up quickly. Please just bear with me a little, all right?”
Perhaps my expression looks that desperate?
Because right after saying that, he truly began to wash at an astonishing pace. His hands moving so fast I could barely see them.
Still wanting to help, I took a cloth soaked with bubbles and began gently scrubbing his back. But when I saw his skin starting to flush like mine had earlier, I stopped myself.
It was the right decision.
When he stepped out of the bath and doused himself with cold water, I snuck a glance and saw that between his legs, his arousal, now rinsed clean of foam, was thudding sharply against the underside of his stomach.
