Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 168 - 33

Chapter 168: Chapter 33

While everyone was studying in his game room, Seijirou had decided to take a nap in his own room.

However, right when he closed his eyes, he felt the door of his room open, and Seijirou turned to see Yuko coming in.

She smiled at him, and only then did he remembered what she said earlier when they went to buy groceries, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

As expected, married women are truly the best.

“Seijirou-sama…” Yuko climbed onto his bed and sat down on his thighs.

“Yuko…” said Seijirou, “You’re really far more proactive this time.”

Yuko smiled sweetly. “It’s because… You’re really just too sweet, Seijirou-sama.”

With that, she leaned down, kissing him.

Her lips pressed firmly against his, it felt soft and warm, tasting faintly of the food they’d shared earlier.

Seijirou’s hands instinctively rose to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.

Yuko’s tongue slipped past his lips, teasing and exploring everything while her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently to angle his head just right.

She shifted her weight on his thighs, grinding down subtly, the heat of her body seeping through her skirt and into his lap.

Seijirou groaned into her mouth, his cock stirring beneath her, hardening as her hips rocked forward.

He broke the kiss for a breath, his voice husky. “Yuko, you know the others are right next door…right? Do you really want to continue?”

She nipped at his lower lip, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.

“Then we have to be quiet,” she whispered, her hand sliding down his chest to the hem of his shirt.

She tugged it up, exposing his skin, and trailed her fingers over his abdomen, feeling the muscles tense under her touch.

Emboldened, Seijirou flipped her over, pinning her beneath him on the bed as Yuko gasped softly, her legs parting to cradle his hips.

He kissed her neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin just below her ear, eliciting a quiet moan from her.

His hands roamed up her sides, pushing her blouse open to reveal the lace of her bra as he cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the fabric until it peaked hard against his palm.

“Y-Yes, Seijirou-sama,” she breathed, arching into his touch.

Her hands fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease despite the tremor in her fingers.

She popped the button of his pants and slid the zipper down, her palm pressing against the bulge of his cock straining against his underwear.

Seijirou hissed at the contact, thrusting lightly into her hand as he yanked her skirt up to her waist, fingers hooking into her panties and pulling them aside.

Her pussy was already slick, warm wetness coating his fingertips as he stroked her folds.

Yuko couldn’t help but bit her lip to stifle a whimper, her hips bucking up to meet his touch.

He circled her clit with his thumb, dipping two fingers inside her tight heat as she clenched around him, her walls pulsing as he pumped slowly, curling them to hit that spot that made her eyes flutter shut.

“You feel so good,” he murmured against her collarbone, kissing down to the swell of her breast.

He tugged her bra down, latching onto her nipple with his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers fucked her deeper.

Yuko’s hand wrapped around his cock, freeing it from his pants as she stroked him firmly, base to tip, her thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum over the head.

“I want you inside me,” she pleaded softly, guiding him to her entrance.

“As you wished.” Seijirou withdrew his fingers, positioning himself as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way her pussy stretched around his thickness.

Yuko’s nails dug into his shoulders, her breath hitching as he filled her completely before he paused once he was buried to the hilt, and their bodies joined intimately.

Then he began to move, thrusting steadily, each slide in and out building the friction between them as Yuko wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels pressing into his back.

She kissed him fiercely, swallowing their shared moans to keep them hushed.

The bed creaked faintly under them, but the distant murmur of voices from the game room spurred them on, adding a thrill of risk.

Seijirou’s pace quickened, his cock pounding into her wet pussy, the lewd sounds of their joining barely masked by their kisses as Yuko’s hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit in tight circles as he fucked her harder.

“Touch me more,” she gasped, her voice a whisper against his ear.

He obliged, one hand kneading her breast while the other gripped her thigh, holding her open for his thrusts as sweat beaded on their skin, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.

Yuko came first, her pussy spasming around his cock, milking him as waves of pleasure crashed through her as she buried her face in his neck, muffling her cry.

The tight clench pushed Seijirou over the edge; he thrust deep one last time, spilling his cum inside her with a low groan, filling her with hot spurts.

They stilled, panting softly, their bodies entwined as Yuko smiled up at him, tracing his jaw with her finger. “What do you think, Seijirou-sama? Although I don’t have the tightness of my daughter, but a married women like me does know how to make the most of a quick nap.”

Seijirou chuckled, kissing her forehead before reluctantly pulling out, a trickle of their mixed fluids leaking from her as he helped her straighten her clothes, both of them stealing lingering touches as they composed themselves, the intimacy lingering like a promise of more to come.

“One more round?” Yuko asked, her voice breathy, eyes sparkling with lingering heat as she lay beside him, her body still flushed from their earlier coupling.

Seijirou chuckled, the sound low and promising as he rolled off the bed, his cock still semi-hard and glistening, and padded over to the nightstand drawer.

He pulled it open with a soft click, revealing his collection of toys—items he’d used to tease and torment willing partners in the past.

Blindfolds in black silk, a variety of dildos from slim to girthy, vibrators with multiple heads, coils of soft rope, silver nipple clips that glinted under the dim light, a full-face mask of smooth leather that left only the mouth exposed, and a sturdy mouthpiece gag designed to hold the jaw open.

He selected a few, laying them out on the bed like instruments of pleasure as he turned toward her with a wicked smile, and said, “Let’s use these, shall we?”

Yuko’s heart pounded, a rush of fear twisting with raw excitement in her chest.

She’d never laid eyes on most of these before, after all her marriage had been vanilla, safe and predictable.

Not to mention these toys, even anal sex was something she first experienced with Seijirou.

Now, staring at the array, she felt a thrill of the unknown, her pussy clenching at the thought of surrendering to it all for the first time today.

“O-Okay,” she whispered, sitting up, her nipples hardening anew under her disheveled blouse.

Seijirou’s eyes darkened with dominance as he approached, his naked form towering over her.

“Good girl. Now strip for me, take everything off.” His tone was commanding yet gentle, coaxing her into submission.

Trembling slightly, Yuko obeyed, shrugging off her blouse and bra, then shimmying out of her skirt and panties.

She now knelt on the bed nude, exposed, her skin prickling with anticipation as Seijirou took the blindfold first, tying it snugly over her eyes, plunging her world into darkness.

“Can’t see what’s coming,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “But you’ll feel every bit.”

Deprived of sight, Yuko’s other senses sharpened.

She heard the rustle of rope, felt his hands guide her arms behind her back as he bound her wrists with expert loops, the fibers biting just enough to remind her of her helplessness without true pain.

Her shoulders pulled back, thrusting her breasts forward, and she bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping as vulnerability washed over her.

Next came the nipple clips as Seijirou pinched one bud between his fingers, rolling it until it stiffened, then fastened the clip.

Yuko gasped, the sharp pinch sending jolts straight to her core as he attached the second, linking them with a thin chain.

“Breathe through it,” he instructed, tugging lightly on the chain to make her arch.

The sensation bordered on agony but bloomed into aching pleasure, her pussy growing wetter with each pull.

“On your back,” he ordered, easing her down.

Blind and bound, she complied, her legs spreading instinctively as Seijirou’s fingers traced her inner thighs, teasing her slick folds before parting them wide.

He picked up a vibrator—a sleek, curved one—and switched it on, the low buzz filling the room before he pressed the tip to her clit, circling slowly at first.

Yuko’s hips bucked, a muffled cry slipping out as vibrations pulsed against her sensitive nub.

“Seijirou-sama… it’s too much,” she panted, but her body betrayed her, grinding up for more.

He increased the speed, sliding the toy down to dip into her entrance, playing with her her shallowly while the head hummed against her walls.

Not satisfied, he withdrew it, replacing it with a dildo, one that is thick and veined, lubed with her own arousal and pushed it in deep, stretching her pussy around its girth.

“Ah~!” Yuko moaned, the blindfold heightening every inch as he thrust it in and out, twisting to hit her inner spots.

Her bound hands flexed uselessly, the nipple clips swaying with each pump, amplifying the overload.

“You’re dripping for this,” Seijirou growled, his free hand stroking his hardening cock as he watched her writhe.

He fucked her harder with the dildo, the wet squelch of her pussy echoing softly, mindful of the voices drifting from the game room nearby.

Pulling the toy free, he left her empty and aching, only to remove her blindfold under her confused gaze before he fit the full-face mask over her head.

The leather encased her completely, with only her mouth free—a hole of vulnerability.

Yuko’s breath quickened behind it, the anonymity both terrifying and intoxicating as she felt exposed, objectified, her identity reduced to sensation.

“Perfect,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Now you’re mine to use.”

He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her spread legs, his cock, fully erect now, nudged her open mouth first.

Yuko’s tongue extended instinctively, lapping at the head as he fed it inside. She sucked sloppily, saliva coating his shaft as he thrust shallowly, fucking her face while she gagged softly.

Satisfied with her oral submission, he pulled out, strings of spit connecting them, and moved down.

He aligned his cock with her soaked pussy, slamming in without warning as Yuko’s body jolted, a garbled moan vibrating from her throat as he pounded into her, the mask muffling her cries.

The ropes held her secure, nipple clips tugging with every brutal thrust.

Seijirou gripped her hips, angling deep, his balls slapping against her ass before he reached for the vibrator again, pressing it to her clit while he rutted relentlessly.

The dual assault shattered her—pleasure coiling tight despite the fear-laced haze as her pussy clenched around him, walls fluttering as orgasm built.

He didn’t let up, whispering into her ears.

“Take it all, Yuko. Let go.”

The combination overwhelmed her: the stretch of his cock, the buzz on her clit, the pinch of clips, the restraint of bonds and mask.

She came hard, her body convulsing, juices squirting around his pistoning length as muffled screams tore from her gagged mouth.

Seijirou followed soon after, burying deep and flooding her with cum, hot ropes painting her insides.

He rode out his release, grinding until spent, then slowly withdrew.

Panting, he removed the toys one by one— the mask first, revealing her tear-streaked, flushed face, then he unfastened the clips with gentle rubs to soothe the tender nipples, and finally he untied the ropes, letting her move freely once more.

Yuko collapsed against him, panting heavily from the intense sex she had never even known was possible.

“That was… incredible,” she murmured, nuzzling his chest. “I never knew.”

Seijirou held her close, kissing her forehead.

“I have a lot more to show you, Yuko.”