bookcurios Chapter 199 [Empire] Madness
Chapter 199 [Empire] Madness
He was like a delicate flower, frightened and bewildered by my actions. Every subtle expression and every gentle movement was filled with shyness and innocence. Looking at his pitiful appearance, I felt a strong sense of pity...
I looked at his shy and helpless expression, and an inexplicable urge surged in my heart. I leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Tell me, what should I do?" My breath sprayed on his neck, and his body trembled violently, and the tears in his eyes became more obvious.
I lifted his chin slightly so he could look me in the eye. His eyes were filled with panic and shyness, and he bit his lips tightly, as if trying to control his emotions. I gently stroked his cheek, and the soft touch made my heart tremble slightly.
"Don't be afraid, tell me." My voice was gentle but firm. Tears finally rolled down his cheeks, and he sobbed, his voice trembling as he said, "No... I don't know."
Watching him weep, I felt a mixture of heartache and helplessness. But even more than that, I was excited. I hugged him tightly again and whispered in his ear, "It's okay, I'm here." His body trembled slightly in my arms, and the sound of his sobs was heartbreaking.
I gently kissed the tears from his face. His body trembled again, his eyes filled with shock. He tried to push me away, but he didn't have the strength. I continued to kiss him gently, and he bit his lips tightly, trying not to make a sound. But eventually, he couldn't help crying out, his voice filled with grievance and helplessness.
My rationality seemed to be overwhelmed by some kind of passionate emotion at this moment. I hugged him even tighter, my fingers gently stroking his skin, looking at his face that turned even redder with fear and shyness, and a strange sense of satisfaction surged in my heart.
"Don't..." He uttered the two words with difficulty, tears etched in his voice. But I was possessed, unable to stop. My movements grew bolder, watching him tearfully fall like beads from a broken string under my "bullying." His intermittent sobs felt like the most beautiful melody, exhilarating me even more.
His body trembled as he tried to avoid my touch, but under my control, his struggle seemed so powerless. His eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, and his pitiful appearance only aroused my desire even more.
In this dim room, only the sounds of his cries and my panting could be heard. I was lost in this frenzied pleasure, completely oblivious to his pain and struggle. Finally, when his voice faded, leaving only soft sobs, I woke as if from a dream. Looking at his utterly battered state after being "bullied" by me, a deep wave of guilt and regret welled up in my heart... No way! I was completely satisfied.
I held him tightly, feeling his slightly trembling body. His face was covered in tears, his eyes were red and swollen, and his pitiful appearance made me feel pity. However, I also felt a strange sense of satisfaction in my heart.
He sobbed softly in my arms, his voice gradually weakening. I gently stroked his hair, trying to comfort him. His body was limp, as if he had no strength left.
His breathing gradually became steady, as if he had fallen asleep. I looked at his peaceful sleeping face, feeling a complicated feeling in my heart.