A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 115

The act that had begun in the bathroom continued until the water in the tub was nearly halfway overflowing, and only came to a halt because Tilia needed to eat.

However, the intercourse that had only briefly died down resumed again when Ilex, who had coaxed and persuaded the unwilling Tilia into taking a few bites, used the excuse of wiping the fruit juice from her chest to start up again.

“Th-there, ngh, it—it didn’t get there, hnngh…”

“No, it did.”

Ilex muttered nonsense as he bit and sucked on the areola, which hadn’t been touched by even a drop of juice.

“What are you talking about? It’s so sweet.”

“Aaah–!”

The moment she succumbed to the merciless caresses, what followed was inevitable. Her freshly washed body, which no longer held meaning, was turned over and easily penetrated by him into a now-familiar path.

“Ah… it feels so good…”

Unlike Tilia, who was trembling so badly she couldn’t even support her own body, the man’s voice was lazily soaked with satisfaction. As if savoring her soft interior, he moved his hips in a slow circular motion, pressing his firm chest against her back.

Squish, squelch. Ilex moved leisurely in and out, so slowly she could feel every vein-lined contour of his manhood. As if gauging where inside her he had reached, his hand slid over her flat belly.

“You got used to it quicker than I thought.”

As if complimenting her, he sucked messily on her ear rim, now flushed red, and then pressed gently into her abdomen.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore when I go in like this, does it?”

“N-no, ngh, aah, it st—”

“Liar.”

With a sweet smile, he pushed his hips forward. When the weapon invading her inner walls struck deep, Tilia lost strength in her arms and collapsed forward, burying her face in the sheets.

“Nnngh, mmgh…”

“You feel it so well now. You’re gripping so tight like this.”

As if to prove it, he used his hand to spread the taut entrance around the girth of his cock. At that small contact alone, Tilia’s hips twitched and her pupils lost focus.

No, no. She kept mumbling through her lips, but she knew better than anyone—

That each time the thick, veiny shaft struck deep inside her, she gushed fluids in delight without being able to stop herself.

When did it start? She couldn’t remember exactly. She only knew that at the end of the long, drawn-out highs that felt like drowning in pleasure, a new sensation had formed.

At some point, whenever he pushed deep into her inner walls like this, a faint pleasure—once hidden beneath an uncomfortable pressure—began to reveal itself.

Even as she felt it through her trembling hips and the hardened nub inside her, Tilia stubbornly shook her head in denial.

“Why?”

Ilex, watching her desperately deny what her body clearly showed, looked at her with amusement and gave one more thrust, as if to drive in the final wedge.

“Mmngh–!”

“Feeling it even here… makes you feel like a pervert?”

The man already understood all of Tilia’s fear and shame.

As she squirmed like she was trying to crawl away, he lifted her up and pushed her against the wall side of the bed’s headboard. Then, from behind, he raised his erection to press against her again, almost as if to brand her.

“So what if you’re a pervert.”

“Ah—nngh, ngh, ah!”

“It’s not like anyone but me will ever know.”

As if engraving those words in her ear, he whispered with perfectly clear pronunciation—then began to increase the pace that had been frustratingly slow.

With the muscles of his thick thighs drawn tight, he spread Tilia’s legs apart and began to pound ruthlessly into her interior, pinned to the wall.

“Hhngh, ah, mmn, ah, don’t—”

Her nipples, grazed raw against the soft headboard, began to ache. The spot inside her that he stabbed mercilessly with perfect aim felt as though it were being kneaded, tingly and sore. With each thrust driving up into her, her arousal soared, and her vision began to flash.

No. Drooling like a fool, Tilia could only repeat those words in her mind.

Despite the few days it had been, the sheer volume of experience had piled up drastically. Tilia sensed the end approaching. She could feel she was about to fall over the edge.

No, no—terrified of her own soaked lower half that was once again about to spray like a fountain, she twisted and thrashed to buy even a little time.

That’s when Ilex, rutting into her like a beast, reached down and touched her swollen, aching clit.

“Ahhngh, mmf, hha…!”

The pinch and twist he gave it was a direct hit. Instantly, her head was plunged into the cesspool of overwhelming pleasure.

Each exhale seemed to fill her lungs with ecstasy instead of air, and Tilia gasped and writhed, unable to breathe properly.

A shamefully strong stream was now gushing from her lower lips. When she realized it, her shoulders flinched in fear.

Because whenever she came like this… whenever she lost control like this… she knew exactly what would follow—

“Aaah–!”

Thud. As expected, the massive cock rammed in all the way to the base. The mercilessly pounding rod, after crushing her inner walls once, resumed its deep thrusts.

As if he were trying to pull out every ounce of climax from her, the man grew even more brutal. Pinned under him, Tilia could only groan helplessly, her eyes completely unfocused.

“Hh, hhhuu…”

Ilex, who had been prolonging Tilia’s climax by rubbing even her pitifully reddened clit, collapsed backward while holding her as her body twitched in convulsions.

Tilia, her legs soaked all the way to her thighs, lay trembling atop him, her gaze unfocused as she occasionally flinched and stared blankly at the ceiling.

As if to comfort her, Ilex gently stroked her body with his warm hand and murmured like a sigh.

“I want to get you pregnant…”

…Pregnant?

His voice had been so quiet, it wouldn’t have been heard unless they were pressed this close. It felt like a subconscious desire, buried deep, had slipped out during a moment of vulnerability.

Yet however soft the whisper, it was enough to restore awareness to the fading light in Tilia’s eyes.

Pregnant.

Her green eyes filled with panic at the possibility she hadn’t even considered.

Why hadn’t she thought of it?

Her insides were already overflowing with everything he had released. She and Ilex were young and healthy adults. The possibility was entirely realistic.

Ilex, watching the stunned Tilia freeze in confusion, gently caressed her belly—almost reverently, as if there truly might be a child inside.

That affectionate touch triggered a sudden sense of alarm in Tilia. Instinctively, she wriggled, trying to push his hand away.

“You don’t want to get pregnant?”

Ilex immediately picked up on her reaction and asked in a low, cold voice.

“Why? Is having a child with me… so terrible?”

His cock was still fully buried inside her. Feeling the weapon pulse ominously within her still-soaked, clenched walls, Tilia trembled slightly and swallowed hard, then spoke honestly.

“N-not yet.”

“……”

“Not yet… I don’t want to.”

There’s still so much I want to do.

She added that quietly, and Ilex paused for a moment—then slowly began to move his hand again.

“…Don’t worry.”

His voice had softened noticeably.

As if trying to reassure her, he gently stroked her damp body, and then raised both hands to softly knead her breasts as he whispered, “I took the pill before I came.”

Haa… She let out a breath of relief without realizing it.

Feeling Tilia’s body, tense from nerves, loosen in his arms, Ilex gave her soft, pliant breasts a firmer squeeze.

“But when?”

“Hm?”

“You said not yet. So… when would be okay?”

His thick fingers pressed into her pale breast flesh, making it bulge between them. Her soft skin, already tender, now bore red marks, and he deliberately rubbed the flushed tips with his thumbs as he asked:

“Next year? Six months from now?”

“……”

“Or… next month?”

Tilia, pressured by the nearness of his question, subtly avoided answering and stared instead at the lamp by the bed.

Watching her dodge the topic, Ilex narrowed his eyes—then, without warning, thrust his hips upward.

“Hnngh!”

Tilia’s legs jerked as her sweet spot was struck dead-on. Wrapping her upper body in his long arms, Ilex relentlessly ground into the places she couldn’t endure.

“Ah, ahh, ahngh—!”

The sharp, pounding pleasure crushed her like a swarm of bees. Tilia couldn’t get a single word out as she trembled helplessly.

Her vision flickered, and time seemed to stretch and blur.

Through her blurry eyes, Tilia stubbornly kept her gaze fixed on the lamp, just within arm’s reach.

What began with them lying intertwined slowly passed through various positions—and finally ended with them lying on their sides, spooned together like overlapping spoons.

Ilex poured another thick load of semen into her noisy, spasming inner walls, and rotated his hips slowly, as if smearing it deep inside her.

“Haa, that’s good…”

Ilex pressed kisses across her shoulders with satisfied breath, while Tilia’s face was so streaked with tears it looked utterly pitiful.

“Next time, how about in front of the mirror?”

He nibbled gently on her damp cheek as he teased, and the limp Tilia twitched in response.

“…I have to.”

“Hm?”

Go now? The man, who had been enjoying the afterglow that would soon lead to foreplay again, perked up at the sound of her hoarse voice.

“I have to… bash your head in…”

“…What?”

The words sparked an odd sense of déjà vu, and Ilex furrowed his brow slightly as Tilia mumbled, her cloudy eyes gazing into space.

“I really… hate you now…”

“…Tilia?”

“I really… hate you most…”

And that was it. As if she had uttered a final curse before death, Tilia let her head fall and passed out like someone completely unconscious.

“Wait, wait. Tilia. What did you just say?”

A flustered, anxious voice rang from behind—but that was his problem.

Tilia did not open her tightly closed eyes.

“What does that mean? Huh? Don’t fall asleep, Tilia. Just wait…”

As the voice receded into the distance, only one premonition brushed against her chest.

If, the next time she opened her eyes, that bastard was hard again—

That, she had a feeling, would be the day she committed her first murder.