It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 66
All the while, he grasped and stroked the enormous c**k—the very culprit behind all of this—in his other hand.
At first, revealing myself like this made me feel so embarrassed to see his head down there, that I wanted to flee.
But as soon as his lips touched me, I realized shame was no longer the issue.
It was the first time I’d ever experienced such sensations, in this life or my last.
A sharp pleasure, completely different from when I’d rubbed myself against Lionel’s knee, made my body jerk and twitch uncontrollably.
Especially when he rolled my swollen c******s firmly with the tip of his tongue—I trembled violently, as if seized by convulsions.
Amidst sensations akin to an urgent need to urinate, I felt something gush out of my body in hot spurts.
Each time, Lionel noisily sucked it up, greedily thrusting his tongue into the dripping entrance, urging me to give more.
“Nnngh… Your Grace, aren’t you… ahh… finished yet…?”
As his tongue grew increasingly skilled, I gave up trying to silence myself and leaned backward, supporting my body with my arms. I simply couldn’t keep my hips pressed against the bed any longer.
“Just… just a little more, haah… Please, help me.”
It seemed he was more absorbed in licking me than in stroking himself—was I imagining things?
The nobleman’s face was a mess, soaked completely by the fluids I’d spilled.
Despite his heavy, pleasure-soaked breathing, every time he glanced up at me, his gaze held intense longing mixed with a slight wariness.
It was as if he worried I’d take away this body he was so eagerly enjoying, judging by how his grip on my thigh kept tightening.
‘How long does it usually take for a man to climax…?’
I’d already reached o****m twice on my own.
I’d thought my embarrassing posture would dull my sensations, never imagining my body could be so sensitive.
Perhaps in my past-past life, I’d been a rabbit…
Lionel finally came when I was engulfed by my third climax.
The moment his low groan shook his body, the same obscene smell I’d noticed in the library spread throughout my bedroom.
Even as waves of overwhelming pleasure clouded my vision, I forced myself to look at his face.
His expression was contorted, lips caught between his teeth as he gasped for breath. The sight was far more seductive than anything I could have imagined.
Then, still catching his breath, he lowered his gaze and slowly licked the corner of his lips, cleaning off the lingering traces of my fluids.
“…It was troublesome, but thanks to you, I was able to take care of it quickly.”
Whether he realized the lingering frustration on his face or not, Lionel calmly tucked himself back into his trousers before pulling out a handkerchief to wipe me down with meticulous care.
“It’s fine, I can do it myse—ah….”
“Please, allow me to handle it.”
His thoroughness was almost maddening. My arms trembled from exhaustion as I tried to prop myself up.
In the end, I gave up on embarrassment and collapsed onto the bed.
Only after ensuring that everything was clean and pulling my skirt back down from where it had ridden up did he finally rise and slip his shirt back on.
I lay there in a daze, staring up at him, then rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand.
It was hard to believe what I had just witnessed.
“…Your Grace.”
Still stunned, I pushed myself up and stared at it once more.
“Yes, Priestess?”
“…Didn’t you… resolve it?”
Lionel had definitely reached climax. That much I was absolutely certain.
So why did his trousers still look like they were about to burst?
“Ah.”
Following my gaze, he glanced downward before casually sitting on the edge of the bed.
“This is unavoidable.”
“…What?”
Unavoidable? What was that supposed to mean?
“One time isn’t enough to resolve it.”
He spoke as if he was satisfied, and simply tucking it away had been enough for now.
So… if I had just kept my hands to myself from the start, none of this would have happened?
If things weren’t going to be properly taken care of anyway, then why did I even…?
