A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 44

She knew the one way to end the man’s madness instantly.

Ugh. Tilia, who momentarily felt dizzy from the round, swirling motion of his organ inside her, took a breath and whispered, “Harder.”

That one magical word. That’s all it took. With just that one word, Ilex would lose his mind and start thrusting his hips.

Acting like a madman, beginning relentless thrusts, and showing no mercy.

Even if her body broke, it was exactly what Tilia wanted.

She could bear the lust, but she couldn’t endure the confessions. Tilia wished that, instead of confessing, he would act like a crazed stallion.

“Harder, harder… Huff.”

The strategy was effective. The half-crazed eyes narrowed slightly before, soon enough, the large pillar was pressing deeper inside her.

“Do you like it rough? You said it hurt. Were you exaggerating?”

The intense pressure made her feel nauseous. As the man’s massive organ pushed beyond her limits again, the ringing in her ears returned.

It was undoubtedly bad for her body—inserting something that would definitely leave lasting aftereffects.

“Yes, yes. Harder!”

But Tilia welcomed the pain as well. If she could avoid the man’s love, if only she could do that, she would let her womb be crushed right here and now.

“More, Ilex. More…!”

As if her words were a signal, Ilex placed his arm beside Tilia’s face and started thrusting madly.

His rough organ penetrated her deeply—deeper inside.

“Huff, ah-!”

Even while thrashing in pain, Tilia clung to his sweat-drenched back.

She wanted him to ruin her completely.

So that she couldn’t think. So that she couldn’t feel anything.

Her body, unable to withstand the force, was being pushed upward. Breathing heavily like someone sprinting at full speed, Ilex pulled Tilia back down every time she tried to escape upward.

“Ah, ugh-!”

That was the moment. Tilia, who had been struck by an unexpected movement, flailed violently, pushing him away.

Ilex, who was moving his hips like a beast in heat, squinted and examined the woman in his arms as she suddenly convulsed.

“N-no, ugh, stop…!”

With her face covered in every fluid, Tilia was struggling to push him away. Her behavior was the opposite of how she had shamelessly begged him to thrust earlier.

Watching her displeasing resistance for a moment, Ilex slammed into her again as if to punish her.

When he hit the same spot again, Tilia arched her back, her mouth gaping in shock.

“Is this the spot you like, Tilia?”

Ilex, realizing he had found something, smiled devilishly as he grabbed her waist. He then began to target that exact spot.

No, no. Tilia, crying uncontrollably like a child who knew no other words, pushed against Ilex’s chest.

Her hands and nails left long scratches across his chest, back, and shoulders, but he seemed to take even that pain as pleasure, licking his lips and focusing solely on that one area.

“Stop, ugh, s-stop, huff-!”

Tilia, her face twisted in terror, pleaded with him.

Her head felt like it was burning up. It felt like everything in the world had disappeared, leaving only her throbbing vulva behind, pounding relentlessly.

Yes, it was pain. It couldn’t possibly be pleasure. This feeling—as if her mind had been wiped blank, as if all the knowledge and understanding she had accumulated was suddenly vanishing—couldn’t be pleasure.

“Huff, no-!”

Panting like someone who had just escaped from drowning, Tilia never gave up trying to push him away.

Stop it, save me. Ilex. Her tearful plea was sincere.

She felt like she was going to die. If this continued, if this dreadful pleasure persisted, she felt she might never return to her previous life.

“Ah, ahh. Stop, stop…!”

As if enjoying her reaction, Ilex laughed loudly and bit down on her bouncing breast.

“Ah!”

Unable to bear the intense pleasure, Tilia let out a scream and, with superhuman strength, managed to escape from his grip. She scrambled off the bed, intending to run anywhere to get away.

But it was only a fleeting escape. Her slender arm was caught, and then her neck. Though her feet had touched the floor, she found herself lying face down on the bed once more.

“Where are you going? Didn’t you beg for me to put it in?”

“Ugh-!”

With her legs spread upward, his massive shaft slammed into her exposed vulva.

At that moment, the very pleasure she had been trying so hard to avoid overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Her vision blurred. All sounds seemed to stop, as if time had frozen. Tilia stiffened completely, her breath halting.

All that remained was the intense throbbing in her vagina, where Ilex had entered. Fluids burst forth from there like a fountain.

“Hoo…”

Breathing deeply as if relishing the constant flow of her fluids, Ilex slowly pulled his semen-drenched shaft out.

His satisfied gaze fell on her still-twitching, reddened vulva.

Squelch, slurp. Once again, obscene, wet noises filled the room.

“Ah, ah…”

With her cheek pressed against the sheets, Tilia, her pale buttocks raised high, let out helpless groans, her eyes vacant.

***

“Look, Tilia! You’re first!”

At Judy’s words, Tilia turned her head to look at the report card posted on the bulletin board.

Judy was right. At the very top of the list, her name was there.

“Congratulations, Tilia.”

Receiving her friend’s congratulations, Tilia stared at it in a daze.

In fact, what she had been staring at longer wasn’t her own name but the name right below hers—the former first place, now dethroned by just one point.

Ilex Davenport.

Murmuring his name, Tilia finally smiled brightly.

Seeing his name and score on the report card meant that he had taken the test. He had taken the test, and it was true that he had lost to her.

I won.

Feeling her heart pounding, Tilia let out an ecstatic sigh.

Perhaps from the excessive joy, she felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Her head felt dizzy, and her throat dry.

I must be too excited. Just as Tilia thought this and continued staring at the report card…

“…Tilia.”

She heard someone’s muffled voice, as though speaking underwater.

Turning her head in search of the voice, her blurry vision caught sight of Ilex’s face behind her.

Had he come to see the results, too?

The moment Tilia squinted to confirm the face of the man who had fallen to second place…

“Time to get up.”

The man with the angelic smile whispered something she didn’t understand, his expression clear and pure.

At that very moment, she felt a sudden, overwhelming sensation as a liquid soaked through her stockings from below.

Did I just embarrass myself… in the middle of the campus?

Confused by the inexplicable situation, Tilia looked down. At that moment, she felt something thick slipping inside her.

Gasping, she took in a breath as she felt something forcefully squeezing her breast.

The dreamy, floating feeling vanished instantly. Her vision began to shake up and down, and she felt the hot body behind her.

“Did you have a good dream?”

Falling from the sunlit campus dream back into reality, Tilia turned her pale face to look at the man lying behind her.

He lay behind her, his body pressed against hers, and his hips moving back and forth.

“It looked like you were dreaming about me.”

Gazing at his sweat-drenched face for a moment, Tilia dropped her gaze again to look down at her throbbing lower body.

She saw her stomach, covered in white semen.

And below that, the shiny, slick shaft repeatedly disappearing and reappearing.

“Since I was in your dream, it must have been a good one, right?”

Ilex chuckled, reaching behind her to lightly pinch Tilia’s nipple. The pain from her swollen nipple made her let out a soft, involuntary moan.

By then, the room was filled with a faint light. It was clearly morning, the time after night had passed and dawn had come.

“Tilia, ugh…”

Once again, as he poured his semen into her, Ilex breathed heavily near her ear, searching for her lips. His hands were already wet with a mixture of fluids belonging to both of them.

“You know what? Inside you… feels a lot like your mouth.”

He whispered with a sigh, treating her lips as if they were just another entrance.

“Hot, tight, wet… It really doesn’t feel like it should, not like anything else… Hah.”

After managing to wedge his index and middle fingers into her soft tongue, he let out a groan, as if suddenly overcome by lust, and began moving his hips again.

“Let me put it in there next time, okay? Tilia. Hah, Tilia.”

Even though the cum-filled opening beneath her seemed like it had remained full for an eternity, it began to accept him again with wet squelching sounds.

“Tilia. Tilia…”

Hearing her name repeated yet again, Tilia’s empty eyes searched for the lamp Ilex had given her.

She realized, stupidly, that she had left it in the bathroom, just as Ilex forcibly turned her head to meet his lips.

Feeling the rough tongue enter her as if it were a phallus, Tilia thought,

I should have smashed his head with that.

In her belated regret, once more repeated, Tilia closed her eyes in resignation.

When I had the chance. I should’ve killed this bastard.