Dirty Heart - Chapter 7

The moldy stench that had been unbearable became strangely familiar after three days. Even seeing the sewer rats that used to make her scream sharply now left her endlessly numb.

She’d been repeating the cycle of passing out and waking up again and again because she couldn’t get a proper meal.

Clank. With a metallic screech that sounded like it might tear apart, the underground prison door that had been shut tight finally opened.

Courtney, sprawled on the damp stone floor, struggled to lift her head.

“Courtney?”

The man who stepped up to the bars and stood there with dignity was none other than Lionel.

“…What is this state you’re in, Courtney?”

His voice sounded like it was holding sorrow, and the expression on his face looked like tears might fall at any moment. It was so disgusting that Courtney could only grit her teeth.

“Did you wait for me?”

“….”

“You look really angry.”

Even when she was first thrown into the prison, Courtney believed the Young Duke would come running right away. No matter what she’d said about breaking up, the fact that she held his heart hadn’t changed.

But Lionel didn’t appear until three full days later. He showed up only when she was practically about to dry up and die.

She wanted to spit out vicious curses, but given the situation, she barely managed to make a request, her dry lips moving.

“…G-give me some water.”

“Oh dear, you must be very thirsty.”

Lionel opened the cell and stepped inside, then obediently twisted open the cap of the canteen.

Every time she heard the slosh of water, Courtney licked her lips like a baby bird waiting for food.

“W-what are you… doing right now….”

But instead of handing it to her, he hung the canteen on the iron bars.

“Before that, there’s one last thing I want to make sure of, Courtney.”

A chilling smile flickered across the man’s face as he looked down at her.

“Do you really not love me anymore?”

At his question, Courtney’s heart dropped with a thud. Pressuring love out of someone hovering on the edge of death. It was pathetic beyond belief.

“If I say I don’t love you, what are you going to do…?”

“Who knows. Wouldn’t you know best, Courtney?”

Lionel smiled faintly. He looked like he wouldn’t even blink if she died right in front of him like this.

‘…You son of a bitch. Don’t tell me you found another donor? That can’t be.’

It was clearly painful that she had to throw away her pride just to get a sip of water, but even so, she didn’t want to die here.

Fine. He’d spat out false love countless times, so it wasn’t like she couldn’t do it too.

“I love you….”

“Hm? Courtney, what did you say?”

“I love you. I love you so, so much….”

Courtney forced her lips open. Just saying she loved him made it feel like all the strength in her body drained out.

“…!”

In an instant, another despair clouded her eyes. The expectation that she could escape her thirst snapped cleanly.

Because Lionel lifted the canteen, took a mouthful of water, then poured out all the rest.

On top of that, Lionel didn’t even swallow the water he was holding. He even smiled at Courtney, bright and sweet.

As if she understood his demand right away, Courtney’s brow furrowed deeply.

Even as she staggered, she barely managed to push herself up and burrow into Lionel’s arms.

‘Warm….’

Was it because the dungeon was so cold? She didn’t want to admit it, but the body heat she felt through his uniform gave her a strangely steady sense of comfort.

Meanwhile, the moment Courtney was in his arms, Lionel lowered his head as if he’d been waiting and kissed her. The lukewarm water he’d been holding slowly flowed into her mouth as if it were life itself.

“Mmph, mmpf!”

No sooner was her parched tongue moistened for even a moment than Lionel’s tongue slipped in, brazenly following. Even though the intrusion was exactly what she’d expected, Courtney’s whole body trembled.

Ironically, the instant her thirst was quenched, pleasure surged up explosively. It was because his tongue, carefully sweeping over her even teeth, her palate, her tender mucous membrane, felt unbearably lewd.

Lionel sucked at her tongue as if he meant to melt it, and little by little, she couldn’t breathe. Unable to endure it, she pounded his broad chest.

“I, I can’t breathe. Hng!”

When Lionel finally pulled his lips away as if doing her a favor, a thin string of saliva stretched out, then snapped.

Courtney instinctively tried to pull back, but a large hand clamped around her waist and dragged her in even harder.

“We’re not done yet.”

***

A long, languid breath escaped Lionel’s mouth. The woman rotting in the dungeon for three days looked far more miserable than he’d expected.

A gaunt face, tangled hair plastered all over her cheeks, even her dried-out lips. All of it overstimulated Lionel’s sensitive nerves beyond what was necessary.

So Courtney’s bare skin wouldn’t touch the damp stone floor, Lionel spread his uniform coat wide across the ground, then laid her down on it.

He immediately spread Courtney’s legs, and faced with the pink slit ripened to a tempting fullness, he swallowed.

The single jewel-like part hidden inside that worthless shell. Lionel lifted his fingertips and carefully traced along the edge of her pussy.

“Hk, mmng…!”

As he shoved two fingers into her pussy and began fingering her hard, Courtney squirmed as if she’d been waiting for it.

Even though she’d been locked up without even a sip of water for so long, she still squirted well enough. Lionel tugged one corner of his mouth up.

“Courtney. Did you miss me that much?”

“Ahk, ngh! N, no… hng!”

Maybe because she’d been trapped in that narrow, damp prison for days. Her body, unable to properly wash, eat, or rest, had become far more sensitive.

Every time his fingertips rubbed her clit, love juices surged up without stopping, and before long, they had soaked Lionel’s uniform.

“Mm, ngh!”

When she squirmed from humiliation, Lionel tightened the strength in his fingers as if he’d been waiting. The swollen peak was rubbed even harder, and another finger began rapidly thrusting inside her pussy.

“Haaah! N-no… mmng!”

A desperate moan burst from Courtney’s mouth as she hit her peak.

Looking down at Courtney trembling, Lionel pulled out the fingers he’d buried deep inside her pussy. The fingertips, drenched in love juice, were plump and swollen.

Right in front of Courtney, he licked those fingers soaked in her juices like it was delicious. The distinctive fishy taste of her fluids spread through his mouth, but Lionel only wore a satisfied smile.

“Doing it in a place like this is different, and it’s good. What about you, Courtney?”

Maybe because he was more excited than usual, the tendons at the back of his neck stood out on their own. His heart also felt like it was tightening with a dull ache, but he clenched his teeth and endured.

The excitement surging in like a tide shoved the pain far away. Having already stripped his pants off, he pressed the head of his cock to her slick entrance and gently rubbed it over and over.

When something hot and heavy touched her most tender place, Courtney flinched reflexively.

“How can you abandon me when you’re going to come this fast?”

“Ah, ah… mm, hng…!”

Just as her breathing started to break into thin fragments, Lionel slowly put strength into his hips.

Her entrance, which had struggled even to take two fingers, stretched tight and barely swallowed the head of his cock. At the same time, her pale thighs trembled, and Courtney panted, screaming again and again.

“Hk, mmng! Ah, it hurts… ah!”

“Not even halfway in. You didn’t do it for a few days and you got tight again.”

When he muttered that, Courtney’s face flushed red all over again. Sensations tangled together and pounded at her heart, impossible to tell whether it was humiliation or simple pleasure.

“So you still haven’t slept with the man you said you started to like.”

“Hhk, ah…! Mmng!”

“That’s why your hole’s this tight. Yeah? It’s going to tear.”

After a few thrusts, the love juice that had seeped out from inside coated Lionel’s cock in a thin layer.

After that, insertion became much easier. When his cock finally pushed all the way in, Lionel bent down and took her stiff, erect nipple into his mouth.

“Mmng! Ah, aaah!”

After sweeping over her nipple with his whole tongue, he rounded his lips and sucked, as if drawing in flesh.

“Hahng, hh!”

After sucking both nipples in turn until they were chafed, he pinched them with his fingers like he was flicking them, teasing her over and over. Of course, he didn’t forget to slam his cock in with force either.

“Hhk, mmng! Ah! It, it feels, hhk, weird, hng! Ah!”

With the climax flashing right in front of her, Courtney’s ass trembled intermittently. But maybe her saying she didn’t want it was the trigger, because Lionel’s eyes rolled back and he shoved into her inner walls like he’d gone insane.

The sensation of all of her vaginal muscles twisting rigidly was something Lionel had never felt even once, despite having taken Courtney countless times. Rough groans kept bursting from his throat.

All of a sudden, Lionel bent down and listened to the sound of Courtney’s heart. Only after confirming the sound pounding violently with excitement could he finally feel at ease. He was filled with bliss, thrilled that her heart was still beating passionately toward him.

“…Phew, Courtney.”

“Ah, mmng! S-slowly. It hurts, hhk! It hurts! Hng!”

Each time his cock, stretched straight in a line, drove in deep, the outline of it bulged clearly over her gaunt stomach. Her breasts, soaked with the man’s saliva, also swayed lewdly again and again in time with the rough movement.

“You have another man?”

Maybe he was close to coming, because Lionel hugged her body fiercely. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest were crushed mercilessly, to the point it hurt.

Lionel buried his face in the nape of her neck and kissed her gently, as if soothing a lover.

“Don’t say that again. Yeah?”

The moment the whisper ended, the man’s hard hips bucked hard once.

“I love you, Courtney.”

Bracing his glutes, he spilled hot semen inside Courtney, and as always, confessed false love.