It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 87
The rigid, veined pillar was far from something that could be called beautiful. And yet, for some reason, it was hard to look away.
Somehow, it seemed to suit Lionel’s body, marred with scars that crossed over his skin without hesitation.
After finally swallowing down every last trace of what lingered on his hand, Lionel hesitated as he gazed down between my legs.
“Stop… licking.”
I squeezed my knees together, whimpering as I covered myself with my palm. He let out a quiet chuckle.
“Are you okay with me doing much more?”
Much more.
That meant… he was really going to go all the way.
“If I don’t make sure you’re ready, it might hurt.”
At this point, I’d rather just get it over with.
I quickly nodded.
“It’s alright.”
Letting him keep doing that was just too embarrassing. It felt too good, but it was also humiliating. I didn’t want to be the only one falling apart like this. At least if it hurt, Lionel would be feeling something just as intense as I was.
“…Alright, then.”
His voice was low, husky, dripping with something thick and heavy. It was unlike him, steeped in the kind of raw hunger that didn’t suit his usual demeanor.
Carefully, he leaned over me, pressing soft kisses to my earlobe and the side of my neck as he rolled his hips against me.
With my knees drawn up on either side of his waist, his firm, throbbing length rubbed between my legs, slick with both his own release and the remnants of mine.
‘This feels… weird.’
The sensation was dull compared to what he had been doing before, and yet the realization that he was pressing against me like this, that we were this close—
“Hngh….”
I gasped the moment the tip of his length nudged against my entrance. Lionel exhaled a ragged breath against my neck, body taut as though he were holding back with every ounce of restraint he had left.
‘I’m really going to do it with Lionel….’
Something thick and unfamiliar prodded into me, nothing like his fingers from before. It wasn’t even fully inside, and yet my back arched, my forehead damp with sweat.
Even after seeing the sheer size of him, it was completely different to actually feel it.
It was too much. Too big.
“If it’s too difficult, I can…”
“No, just… like this.”
I interrupted him before he could finish.
Sure, if he used his mouth or fingers a little more, it might help ease things a little.
But honestly, I think it wouldn’t make much of a difference. The size alone was something that no amount of preparation could change.
I didn’t want to drag this out any longer. I’d rather do it while I still had the energy to take him in.
“It might hurt a lot.”
Lionel’s brows were drawn tight.
“It’s fine, just… hurry.”
At my urging, he dug his fingers into the sheets and slowly pushed himself inside, inch by inch.
A strangled cry tore from my throat at the sharp pain that split through me. It felt as though I was being ripped apart.
‘It’s okay. I just have to bear with it.’
I was confident that I could endure it. Enduring pain and persevering was nothing new to me. I had lived with it in my past life, after all.
And this world was full of miracles, wasn’t it?
Compared to the past, when I had been left battered and alone, curling in on myself to endure the agony in silence—this was nothing.
And yet…
“Serenia.”
Lionel pressed his forehead to mine, voice trembling slightly as he called my name.
“Look at me.”
I forced my eyes open, blinking up at him through a hazy blur of tears.
“I don’t want to hurt you. You don’t have to endure this. If it’s too much, we can stop here.”
