Chapter 105 - Sinkhole (19)
I couldn’t believe what was going on right now. My head swam, and I fell into a daze. Was this happening because of my pheromones? Was it because of my omega scent that Keith had criticized so much?
I recalled the scent that I had smelled from myself earlier. There was no way. I had taken my meds. It couldn’t be. Had I taken too little? Should I have taken more? What should I do? What could I do?
“Ah!” Keith suddenly pushed up my shirt and rubbed my exposed n*pple with his thumb. Before I could stop it, exclamations of surprise and arousal burst out. Keith brought his lips downward and bit my n*pple. It was painful but stimulating. My lower region, which had been slowly gaining heat, went erect right away. Strength escaped my legs.
I leaned back on the wall and slid down. As I flopped down on the ground, Keith kneeled before me. Our lips overlapped again. Pushed by his weight, I lay down on the floor.
I belatedly realized that I hadn’t even been able to undo my tie even though my shirt was hiked up to my armpits. Gazing down at me, Keith murmured, “My god.”
I simply blinked; he stared at me in a daze. His face was slightly flushed, and his breathing was ragged as if he were lusting for me.
Even when Keith had put himself in me, I assumed that wasn’t the case. It didn’t have to be me; he just needed someone with whom to have s*x. This man probably didn’t care about the identity of his partner.
However, his frantic hands were real. Keith pulled off his shirt above his head and immediately pressed his lips against mine. With a cold, sharp noise, he pulled me by my tie and took off my shirt.
Had he been in this much of a hurry when he was in his rut?
I couldn’t remember. However, one thing was sure: this man wanted me right now. I could see that very clearly. As his member swelled, he felt my skin, nibbled on my lips, and rubbed my hole as if he were going to enter at any moment.
“S-Stop!” I tried to desperately push him away.
Keith halted and stared at me—glared at me in irritation, to be exact.
Swept under a mysterious surge of fear, I protested weakly, “But… but you don’t sleep with men. Back then, you were in your rut, and I happened to be an omega. Because of my pheromones, so, just by chance, coincidentally…”
My sentences didn’t make proper sense as I struggled to align the words. He seemed to have somehow understood what I was saying. However, all that returned was a scoff. “So let’s test if I can sleep with you even when I’m in my right mind.”
“…!” I was astonished by his unexpected reply. As if he weren’t interested in my reaction at all, Keith kissed my exposed skin. His hot breath felt scorchingly painful. His lips trailed down and bit into my n*pple hard.
“Ah!” I screamed out in reflex. However, Keith didn’t stop. He bared his teeth and clenched onto my peak, nibbling on it and rubbing it with his tongue.
“I-It hurts… Stop!” I begged.
Keith laughed cynically. “Liar.”
He pulled down my pants as if to show me. I felt a liquid-like sensation between my buttocks that were now exposed. My face flushed red. Keith smiled arrogantly and gazed down at me. I couldn’t deny it.
I was already drenched down below as if it were waiting for him.
Keith grabbed my knees and spread them far apart, gazing down between my legs without reserve. My p*nis, which was not erect due to the meds, stiffened and trembled feebly. My shivers were relayed straight to him. He fixed my convulsing knees in place.
He reiterated, “You’re already so wet without me even putting it in you. You want me to stop?”
My face flared up in shame and disgrace. It was as if my behind had gotten soaked instead of my unej*culatable member. I cursed my body that wouldn’t work as I pleased, but there was nothing I could do.
“I-I’m sorry. I… took my… meds, but…” I couldn’t squeeze out my voice properly, and the sound cut out intermittently. Keith silently laughed at me once again. Watching that, my eyes began to sting. Before I could even do anything, tears trickled down my cheek.
“What’s wrong?” Keith asked, kissing me beside my eye.
I muttered between trembling breaths, “You’re going to b-blame me again.”
I felt him jolt. Spite automatically melted into my voice.
“You… you always blame me. I-It’s always my fault.”
It was always like that. He kissed me as he pleased, then blamed me. He kissed me again and blamed me again.
He would hurt me even though he didn’t even like me.
He always did this so nonchalantly.
My heart throbbed, and I closed my eyes. Tears streamed down my face once again.
I finally recognized what I felt—hurt.
I was left with no choice but to admit the reality that I had tried to ignore for so long. I continued to sob quietly.
Keith fell silent for a moment. Then, he said, “…Let’s talk about this later.”
Our lips overlapped once again. He was desperate, and he wanted me—at least at this moment.
Keith settled between my widely spread legs. His swollen member touched my soaked entrance. I flinched at the sensation of his peak rubbing against me. Slowly and seductively, Keith began to stroke my hole with his rod.
I already knew this sensation. Like when he had first opened and entered me, my insides tingled in anticipation. As my hole opened up on its own and twitched, Keith paused and waited for me to surrender and hold him. In the end, of course, I lost.
“Keith…” I whimpered and stretched out my hands.
Keith narrowed his eyes. “Tell me what you want with your own mouth.”