Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 237 - 25

Chapter 237: Chapter 25

Seijirou deepened the kiss, his lips pressing harder against Touka’s, tasting the faint sweetness of her breath mingled with the salt of nervous sweat on her upper lip.

Her shy moan vibrated into his mouth, low and trembling, sending a jolt straight to his cock, which twitched against the confines of his pants.

He savored the sound, the way it hummed through their joined mouths like a secret plea, while his hands finally broke free from restraint.

They slid from her narrow waist, fingers splaying wide to grip the firm curves of her perky ass through her thin gown.

The fabric bunched under his palms, warm and slightly damp from the heat building between them, and he squeezed, pulling her hips flush against his growing erection.

She gasped into the kiss, her body arching instinctively, thighs parting just enough for him to feel the soft give of her flesh.

He broke away slowly, reluctant to lose the wet heat of her mouth, his forehead resting against hers as he stared into her eyes.

They were wide, pupils blown dark with haze, cheeks flushed a deep crimson that crept down her neck.

Seijirou’s heart pounded, his thumbs stroking the undersides of her ass cheeks in slow circles, feeling the muscle tense and release under his touch.

“Touka,” he murmured, voice roughened by desire, searching her gaze one last time.

Is this what you want? Do you need me to stop? The words hung unspoken, but his eyes demanded confirmation, his breath hot against her swollen lips.

Touka didn’t say anything at first, just stared back with those hazy eyes, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow bursts that pressed her massive breasts against his chest.

The room smelled of her—clean soap and a budding musk of arousal—and he inhaled deeply, cock throbbing as he imagined burying his face between her thighs.

Finally, her lips parted, voice barely above a whisper, trembling with the weight of the admission. “That was my first kiss. It feels as electrifying as I imagined it to be.”

Seijirou smiled, slow and predatory, his hands tightening on her ass as he leaned in again.

“Is that so,” he growled against her mouth before capturing her lips once more.

This time, he coaxed her open with his tongue, sliding it past her teeth to stroke hers in firm, deliberate sweeps.

Her eyes widened in surprise, a muffled whimper escaping as she tasted him, her tongue hesitated at first, shy and tentative, then tentatively curled against his, the slick friction making his hips buck involuntarily.

Saliva mixed between them, a thin strand pulling when he pulled back for air, and she licked her lips unconsciously, chasing the flavor.

The need to claim more surged through him, and without breaking the rhythm of their kiss, Seijirou hooked his hands under her thighs.

His fingers dug into the soft, yielding flesh there, lifting her effortlessly off the floor.

She was light, her gown riding up as her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, ankles crossing at the small of his back.

The heat of her pussy pressed against his abdomen through her panties, damp and scorching, and he groaned into her mouth at the contact, the musky scent of her wetness seeping through the fabric to tease his senses.

He carried her the few steps to the bed, the mattress dipping under their combined weight as he lowered her onto the rumpled sheets.

The cotton was cool against her heated skin, a stark contrast that made her nipples peak visibly under her gown.

Seijirou loomed over her now, knees bracketing her hips, his broad frame casting a shadow that made her look even smaller, more fragile beneath him.

He trailed his mouth from her lips down to her jaw, nipping the sensitive skin there before descending to her neck.

His teeth grazed the pulse point, feeling it flutter wildly under his tongue as he sucked hard, determined to leave his mark—a deep red bloom that would remind her of this moment tomorrow.

The taste of her skin was salty-sweet, her pulse a rapid thrum against his lips, and she moaned louder now, fingers twisting into his hair, pulling him closer.

“Seijirou,” she breathed, voice breaking on his name, her thighs squeezing his sides as if afraid he’d vanish.

Her body writhed under him, hips lifting to grind against the hard ridge of his cock straining through his pants, the friction drawing a hiss from his throat.

He worked her neck with deliberate focus, alternating sucks and licks, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

One hand slid up her gown, pushing the fabric aside to cup her massive breast, thumb circling the stiff nipple through her bra.

It pebbled instantly under the rough pad of his thumb, and he pinched lightly, rolling it until she arched off the bed with a sharp cry.

The scent of her arousal thickened the air, her pussy soaking through her panties now, leaving a damp spot he could feel against his thigh as he shifted his weight.

His free hand ventured lower, tracing the hem of her gown before slipping beneath, fingers brushing the edge of her panties.

The cotton was slick, clinging to her folds, and he pressed a finger along the seam, feeling her clit swell under the touch.

Touka’s breath hitched, her hazy eyes locking onto his as he lifted his head from her neck, admiring the fresh bruise forming there.

“Touka,” he whispered, voice gravelly, his finger circling her clit in slow, teasing strokes that made her hips jerk.

The texture of her panties was rough against his fingertip, soaked through, and he pressed harder, savoring the way her thighs trembled around him.

Her pussy clenched visibly through the fabric, desperate for more, and the thought of peeling it away, of tasting her directly, made pre-cum bead at his cockhead, soaking into his boxers.

She bit her lip, nodding frantically, a fresh wave of heat flushing her face. “Seijirou… please, Seijirou. I want you.”

The words were shy but earnest, her hands fumbling at his tanktop now, nails scraping his chest as she exposed his skin.

He captured her mouth again, swallowing her moans as his finger dipped beneath her panties, finally touching her bare pussy—hot, slick folds parting for him like velvet.

Seijirou’s eyes darkened with hunger as he towered over Touka, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson that spread down her neck.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across her body, highlighting the tremble in her limbs.

Finding her gown to be in the way, he decided retract his hands from her breast and pussy and hooked his fingers under the thin straps of her nightgown, sliding them off her shoulders.

The fabric whispered down her skin, pooling at her waist and baring her enormous breasts to the cool air.

They heaved with each nervous breath, nipples already hardening into tight peaks.

He once again cupped them firmly, his large hands barely containing their weight, thumbs circling the sensitive buds.

Touka let out a soft, whimpering moan, her body arching instinctively toward him.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if seeking reassurance amid the overwhelming sensations.

“That’s it,” Seijirou murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Let me show you how good this can feel.”

He squeezed harder, rolling her nipples between his fingers, drawing out louder gasps from her parted lips.

Satisfied with her reactions, he straightened up and gripped the hem of his tank top, yanking it over his head in one fluid motion.

His toned chest and abs came into view, muscles flexing under his skin as Touka’s wide eyes roamed over him, her shyness battling with budding curiosity.

Without breaking eye contact, Seijirou’s hands trailed down her body, pushing the nightgown fully aside as his fingers dipped between her thighs, once again touching her pussy, already slick with arousal.

He stroked her folds gently at first, parting them to expose her clit, then pressed a finger inside her tight heat.

Touka’s hips bucked, a sharp cry escaping her as he added a second finger, curling them to hit that spot deep within.

He pumped steadily, his thumb rubbing circles over her swollen clit, building the pressure until her walls clenched around him.

“Come for me, Touka,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

She shattered with a keening moan, her juices coating his hand as her body convulsed, thighs quivering around his wrist.

As her orgasm faded, leaving her panting and dazed, Seijirou withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste her sweetness.

Then, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his joggers, shoving them down along with his boxers.

His thick cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum.

It stood proud, veins pulsing along its length, easily eight inches of rigid flesh demanding attention.

Touka’s gaze locked onto it, her blush deepening, but Seijirou took her hand gently, guiding it to wrap around the base.

“Now, it’s your turn to learn,” he said, his voice husky with need. “Stroke it like this, firmly, but not too tight.”

He showed her the motion, his hand over hers as she tentatively pumped his shaft, feeling it twitch in her grip, her large breasts brushed against his thighs as she shifted closer on the bed.

“Good girl. Now, use your mouth.” He cupped the back of her head, not forcing but encouraging, as she leaned in.

Her soft lips parted, tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum as Seijirou groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.

“Suck it in, swirl your tongue around the head.”

Touka obeyed, taking the first few inches into her warm mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed slowly.

The sight of her massive tits swaying with the movement made his cock throb harder against her tongue.

“Deeper now,” he instructed, pushing her head down gently until she gagged softly but persisted, saliva dripping down his length.

After a few minutes of her inexperienced but eager sucking, he pulled back, his cock slick and shining.

“Time to use these,” he said, eyeing her breasts with raw desire as he positioned himself between her breast, pressing his dick into the deep valley of her cleavage.

Touka pressed her tits together around him, creating a tight, soft tunnel as Seijirou thrust forward, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through him.

“Just like that—squeeze them tighter.”

She did, her nipples grazing his skin with each slide, her moans vibrating against his balls as they slapped lightly against her chest.

He fucked her breasts steadily, the head of his cock poking out near her chin with every pump, pre-cum smearing across her skin.

The room filled with the wet sounds of flesh on flesh, Touka’s shyness melting into heated whimpers as she watched him use her body.

Seijirou’s pace quickened, breaths ragged, until he felt the edge approaching.

“Gonna cum.” he growled.

At that moment, Touka suddenly parted her lips and took his cock back into her mouth.

Finally, with one final thrust, Seijirou released everything.

Touka’s eyes widened as bursts of hot and thick liquid filled her mouth. And as she was about to pull back, Seijirou suddenly grabbed her head, not letting her get away.

Feeling as if she was about to choke from the cum, she unconsciously swallowed everything, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Finally, Seijirou realised that Touka was still a virgin with zero experience and let go of her head.

“Cough! Cough!”

“Touka! I’m so sorry, does it hurt?” He reached out to her, grabbing her cheeks and rubbing it with his thumb.

“Cough!” She coughed, but shook her head, “I, It’s alright. I was just surprised. Do they always do this?”

By they, she obviously refer to Suzune and the others.

Seijirou didn’t answer, just gently caressing her face.

Touka didn’t press for answers and just looked down, noticing that his cock was still as hard as before.

She turned towards him, smiling, although, she was trembling, feeling a bit afraid. “It seems you’re still not satisfied… You, you can keep going.”

Seijirou paused, before slowly pushing her down and loomed over her, “Are you sure?”

Touka looked to the side, her face turning red, but she nodded. “Just, just be gentle. I, I heard that it hurts a lot.”

Seijirou smiled gently, caressing her face, “Yeah, I’ll be gentle.”

He lined his cock at her pussy, and the moment it made contact, she flinched, turning to face Seijirou as if asking him for protection.

She sighed in relief seeing him looking at her ever so gently before she looked down, seeing his cock lining up towards her entrance.

She grabbed his arms, “S-Seijirou-kun, y-you can start now.”

Without hesitation, Seijirou slowly pushed his cock inside.