Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 238 - 26

Chapter 238: Chapter 26

“Seijirou-kun,” Touka muttered, her voice a fragile whisper laced with anticipation and fear as Seijirou positioned himself between her trembling thighs.

His thick cock, veined and throbbing with need, pressed against her slick entrance.

She was so tight, her virgin pussy clenching instinctively around the tip as he began to push in slowly, inch by agonizing inch.

The stretch burned, a sharp pain ripping through her core, mingling with the building heat of pleasure that made her toes curl.

A deep moan escaped her lips, raw and unrestrained—pain twisting into something intoxicating as her walls yielded to his invasion.

Tears welled up in her wide eyes, spilling down her flushed cheeks in hot trails, while a trickle of blood seeped from where they joined, staining her inner thighs and the sheets beneath.

The metallic tang hung in the air, a stark reminder of her innocence shattering under his girth.

Seijirou’s heart ached at the sight, his own breath ragged as he fought the urge to thrust deeper.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, his tongue gently coaxing hers to dance, swallowing her whimpers and murmurs of discomfort.

His hands roamed her body soothingly—one cupping her breast, thumb circling her hardened nipple, the other stroking her hip in slow, reassuring circles.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he breathed against her mouth, his voice husky with restraint.

Touka’s body tensed beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders as another wave of pain surged, but the kiss grounded her, the warmth of his mouth easing the fire between her legs.

Gradually, the ache dulled, transforming into a fullness that bordered on ecstasy as she broke the kiss, gasping, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of vulnerability and resolve.

She gave a small nod, followed by her soft words, “You can go ahead now… please, Seijirou-kun.”

That was all the permission he needed.

With a low groan, Seijirou sank deeper, his cock sliding fully into her dripping heat until his balls pressed against her ass.

She cried out, her back arching off the bed, pussy spasming around him in a vise-like grip that nearly undid him right there.

Blood and her arousal coated his shaft, making each subtle shift slick and obscene as he held still for a moment, letting her adjust, his forehead resting against hers as he gave her kisses.

When her hips twitched experimentally, grinding against him, he took it as a sign.

Seijirou pulled back slowly, the drag of his cock against her sensitive walls drawing a shuddering gasp from her.

Then he thrust forward again, harder this time, burying himself to the hilt.

The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

Pain lingered at the edges, but pleasure dominated now, her clit throbbing with every plunge.

He set a rhythm, steady and deep, his hips rolling to hit that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

Touka’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, her heels digging into his back as she urged him on.

“Faster… oh god, yes,” she panted, tears drying on her cheeks as sweat beaded on her skin.

Her massive breasts bounced with each impact, nipples grazing his chest, sending jolts of sensation through both of them.

Seijirou obliged, his pace quickening, cock pistoning in and out of her sopping pussy with wet, squelching sounds as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder for a deeper angle, groaning as he felt her clench tighter.

“Fuck, Touka, you’re squeezing me so good,” he growled, his free hand sliding down to rub her swollen clit in firm circles.

She bucked wildly, a fresh gush of wetness coating him, her cries turning into sobs of bliss.

The room filled with their mingled scents—sweat, blood, and sex—as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Touka’s hands fisted the sheets, then his hair, yanking him down for another messy kiss, tongues tangling as her orgasm built.

Her walls fluttered, squeezing his dick like a vice, and with a final, brutal thrust, she shattered.

“Seijirou! I’m cumming!” she screamed, her pussy convulsing, juices squirting around his cock as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

The sight and feel of her coming undone pushed him over the edge as he buried himself deep one last time, his balls tightening as he erupted inside her, hot ropes of cum flooding her womb.

“Touka!” He roared her name, hips jerking erratically until he was spent, collapsing onto her in a heap of limbs and heavy breaths.

They lay there, connected still, his softening cock twitching in her cum-filled pussy as aftershocks rippled through them both.

Touka’s fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, a soft smile curving her lips despite the lingering soreness.

“That was… incredible,” she murmured, pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

As their breaths evened out, Seijirou lifted his head from the crook of Touka’s neck, his hazel eyes searching hers with a mix of tenderness and lingering hunger.

His cock, still semi-hard inside her, pulsed faintly against her oversensitive walls, stirring a fresh trickle of their combined fluids to leak out.

Touka shifted beneath him, wincing slightly at the ache in her core, but her gaze held no regret—only a spark of curiosity and desire that made his heart race.

“Round two?” he murmured, his voice rough from their earlier cries, lips brushing her earlobe as he nuzzled closer.

She bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck, but nodded slowly, her hands sliding down his sweat-slicked back to grip his ass, pulling him deeper instinctively.

Seijirou grinned, the motion sending a jolt through both of them as his shaft hardened again within her cum-soaked pussy.

He eased out carefully, watching her face contort in a mix of relief and loss, his cock emerging shiny with blood, arousal, and semen.

A thick strand connected them for a moment before snapping, dripping onto her thigh before he rolled off her, lying on his side, and tugged her into his arms, their bodies tangling in the rumpled sheets.

Touka turned toward him, her massive breasts pressing against his chest, nipples still pebbled from the cool air and residual pleasure.

She reached down, wrapping her fingers around his thickening length, stroking tentatively at first, then with more confidence as he groaned low in his throat.

“Like this?” she asked, her voice breathy, thumb circling the head to smear the leaking precum.

“Yeah, just like that,” Seijirou rasped, his hand covering hers to guide the rhythm—slow pumps that made his cock swell fully in her grasp, veins bulging under her touch.

He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, tongues sliding together wetly, tasting the salt of her tears and their shared passion.

As they kissed, he trailed his free hand down her side, over the curve of her hip, and between her legs.

His fingers found her swollen folds, parting them gently to dip into the mess he’d left behind—his cum mixed with her juices and a hint of blood, warm and slippery.

Touka gasped into his mouth, hips bucking as he circled her clit with his thumb, then slid two fingers inside her, curling them to press against that sensitive spot.

She was looser now, but still tight enough to clench around the intrusion, her inner muscles fluttering.

“Seijirou-kun… that feels so good,” she whimpered under the miss, her strokes on his cock faltering as pleasure built.

He pumped his fingers steadily, scissoring them to stretch her further, while his thumb flicked her clit in quick bursts.

Her pussy made soft, wet sounds with each thrust of his hand, arousal coating his palm.

Touka’s free hand clutched his shoulder, nails biting into skin as she arched, her breaths coming in short pants. “Don’t stop… please.”

Seijirou added a third finger, stretching her wider, preparing her for what was to come as he broke the kiss to trail his lips down her jaw, sucking at her pulse point before moving lower.

He latched onto one nipple, tongue swirling around the hard peak before drawing it into his mouth with a firm suck as Touka cried out, her hand tightening on his cock, jerking him faster as sparks shot through her.

He lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between them—licking, biting lightly, sucking until they glistened with his saliva.

All the while, his fingers worked her pussy relentlessly, the heel of his hand grinding against her clit as her thighs trembled, squeezing his wrist as her orgasm approached.

“I’m… close,” she moaned, head thrown back, dark hair fanning across the pillow.

“Come, Touka,” he urged, voice muffled against her skin, crooking his fingers harder.

She shattered with a sharp cry, her pussy spasming around his digits, fresh wetness flooding out to soak his hand.

Her body shook, waves of bliss rolling through her, and she pumped his cock erratically through it, nearly pushing him to the edge.

As she came down, panting and flushed, Seijirou withdrew his fingers, bringing them to her lips to let her lick her own essence clean—salty, tangy, mixed with his own release.

And as Touka licked his finger, she looked up, and seeing that hazy, lust-filled look on his face, a shiver couldn’t help but run through her.

Just then, Seijirou rose up, his cock rock-hard and dripping, bobbing against his stomach.

He took his finger out of her mouth, his eyes dark with lust as he looked at her wrecked form. “Ready for more?”

Touka nodded weakly, reaching for him as he positioned himself at her entrance again, rubbing the head through her slickness before pushing in slowly.

This time, she took him easier, her walls welcoming despite the soreness, still slick from his cum and her orgasms.

He bottomed out with a shared groan, holding still to savor the heat enveloping him.

Then he started moving, long, deep thrusts that had her breasts jiggling and her moans filling the room.

Seijirou hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half for maximum depth as his cock hit her cervix with each plunge, the angle letting him grind against her g-spot.

“So deep… you’re splitting me open,” Touka whined, but her ankles locked behind his neck, urging him on.

He pounded into her harder, the bed creaking under them, skin slapping loudly as sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest, mixing with the sheen on her skin.

He reached down, pinching her nipples roughly, twisting them as he fucked her relentlessly.

Touka’s hands roamed his body, scratching down his back, leaving red trails that spurred him faster.

“Harder, Seijirou-kun! Fuck me harder!” she demanded, voice hoarse.

He obliged, hips snapping with bruising force, balls smacking her ass as her pussy squelched around him, overflowing with wetness that trickled down to her asshole.

He felt her tightening, another orgasm building, and slipped his thumb over her clit, rubbing in tight circles.

Touka screamed as she came, walls milking his cock in rhythmic pulses, trying to pull him deeper.

The sensation was too much; Seijirou thrust erratically, chasing his own release.

“Gonna fill you up again,” he grunted, burying himself to the hilt as he exploded, cum shooting hot and thick into her depths.

They rode out the waves together, his hips jerking until he was empty, collapsing beside her this time.

Touka curled into him, leg draped over his thigh, his cock slipping out with a wet pop, more cum oozing from her well-fucked pussy.

“That was even better,” she whispered, kissing his chest lazily.

Seijirou chuckled, arm wrapping around her waist, fingers tracing her spine.

The room smelled of sex, their bodies sticky and sated—for now.