Chapter 156 – Taffy (6)

Tongue pushed into my mouth. Her saliva moistened her slightly parched lips, and water flowed from her mouth to her mouth. I frantically drank water and out of habit tried to squeeze her breasts. But her bound hands defied my instincts and only fluttered like windblown ends.

“Evan…”

Number 13 smiled and leaned her body a little lower. I undid my shirt and started licking my breasts. I tried not to make any strange noises whenever the tip of my tongue, like licking candy, stimulated my nipples.

She was never in a hurry. After the first day intoxicated with the joy of meeting me, she was slowly regaining her cool. The body, which moved arbitrarily without a textbook, continued to make elaborate movements according to the textbook.

Catch me every day and rub my cock. With her mouth, she licked my nipples or sucked my lips, giving me lewd looks. She occasionally lifted the hem of her sheer dress, showed off her panties, and slipped down her shoulder straps, barely showing her own breasts, enticing her.

Every action was clumsy, but it grew little by little every day, stimulating my demonic instincts.

I want to hit her

I wanted to punish her for ruining her friendship and her memories with her cock. Knowing the bitterness of her slavery, I wanted to pass judgment on her for trying to turn me into her sex slave. But my desire only echoed in her head.

Every day, as if she knew my desires, she ran her hand over my cock, then put her mouth on her glans and sucked out the semen from her ejaculation.

She poured out thick, white semen.

No. 13 stuck her tongue out and showed off the cum that filled her mouth, then she gulped. And she moved her hand as she sat facing my cock, still aroused.

As she moved her hand, the cloth adjusted the angle of my body. As if I was a prisoner in a torture chamber, my body fell backwards, and I lay on the floor with my arms and legs tied. Only my hard erect cock stood tall like a symbol of the city, radiating my lust.

Then she sat back, wiggling her toes, giggling, revealing to me the private space between her thighs, wrapped in white cloth. Just like animals hidden in burrows guarding against predators, the glimpse of the hem of her undergarments peeking through the hem of her skirt drove most people crazy.

“Evan. Do you want to?”

Her question cut to the core of me. It was a word that accurately diagnosed my desire and betrayal, but I shook my head and said.

“No. 13. You, release me now uh? What is this? I’m the kind of person who wants to have sex with you even if you don’t do this. I can love you.”

“Only with me?”

At that moment, I shut my mouth. Number 13 was my childhood friend. I couldn’t tell you that I only love you with lies. It must have been a simple thing, but not a single word came out. Number 13 shook her head and continued her words.

“Evan. I have to love ‘only me’. Other humans in the world. I can not believe it. All bad Evan knows too. Evan. Because you worked hard.”

As she waved her hand, an article from her newspaper flew out of the air. A picture of Isabel and I caught my eye. The area where Isabel was was torn, and I was the only one laughing with her arms wrapped in the air. As I was looking at the picture, I was overcome with a strange feeling. Even though I hadn’t actually broken up with Isabel, I felt a gloomy feeling.

No. 13 said.

“Evan. This woman too, someday Evan. Betray me. Another woman too. Betray Evan. And, too weak.”

“Calm down. Huh? Because you don’t have to do this. I really missed you too. I kept missing you.”

I managed to contain her anger and try to calm her down. For several days now, I have been subjected to sexual torture while hanging here. She seemed unwilling to stop until I became her very own slave to her. Even though I spoke of her love, she said this.

“Evan. I love you too. But, but that alone has its limits. Even in the old days, we loved each other. However, bad people got in our way. I’m being dragged, and I’m like this. While Evan is happy. I’ve been waiting for Evan.”

As No. 13 said that, her body trembled. Her expression, which had always overpowered me, wavered. The corners of his mouth drooped, and his eyes looked as if they would burst into tears any minute. Number 13’s hand stroked my cheek and said.

“If you let go now, Evan will run away. Then I’m alone. Evan. I grow protect me I can protect you now.”

The tips of her fingers touched my cheeks. She stood on top of me, facing me with a shadowed face. A drop of her tear fell, and I couldn’t be mad at her.

It was because the number 13 of her childhood was visible on her face. Even though she had bat wings, tried to dominate me with her sexuality, and had brutal and strong powers, she was still Number 13. She was a good kid who used to read fairy tales with me, talk nonsense and cling to me.

Even through the terrible emotional ups and downs, she was still thinking of me. She couldn’t get out of the sweet dream she had at the facility. She didn’t hate me or play with me. Just as I dreamed of revenge, she was only dreaming of living happily with me.

“Evan. Live with me like a fairy tale i’m evan protect me.”

I felt like I could hear a story that I had never heard before while I was locked up. She brought out to her the question that had been running through her head over and over again.

“You… What happened to you when you were dragged away? What the hell happened there, did it come to this?”

Number 13’s mouth opened. She said.

“Experiment. I was tested there were a lot of bad people They say they gain demonic powers, so they experimented on me and people.”

Demon power. It was a familiar story to me. But the way to get it was different. It was a story that seemed like something out of a ghost story. Her immaculate thighs touched my cock. Thirteen backed away, pulling her hips behind her. She sat in front of her chair like a doll and told me.

“Evan. Me. Be strong Anything now. You can do it. The people who enslaved us. Will kill them all People who hate Evan. Kill them all.”

Her voice was a little more excited than usual. She looked me straight in the eyes and said.

“Evan.”

I put my hand on my chest and felt my heart beat. I wasn’t satisfied with just the vibrations that resonated with my fingertips, so I put my ear close to my left chest and exhaled hotly.

“Let’s get revenge.”

Her excitement cooled as she touched her cold skin. Her tone and voice, her principles of conduct. Everything reminded me of when I met Lilith.

“Kill them all. The one who stole Evan. The person who took my life away Bad people. Someone who might get in our way. Priest. Kill them all And only we live.”

I tried to stroke her cheek. Her hands weren’t untied, and I forced her head back and buried my face in her hair.

“…There are innocent people. No. 13. I don’t think there are only good people in the world either. Still…”

It wasn’t just good people. However, as I thought during my slavery, there were not only bad people. The target of revenge was clear to me, but I didn’t want to destroy everything. Number 13 didn’t want to listen to me anymore. Just as I was about to convince her, her cold fingers pressed against her lips.

“Evan. Then no. Such a thought. Not good. A lot of bad people. Evan. I am being deceived.”

The sun was rising. No. 13 took her wet towel and started wiping my body. He blinked her eyes as he carefully wiped every inch of her, from her freshly ejaculated cock to her limbs bound in her cloth. I knew it was time to break up with her.

She adhered to the routine of going to bed at sunrise and waking up at sunset. After I threw the towel I had wiped off into the basin in the corner of the room, she turned her body around.

The lid of the coffin opened, and soft cushions and blankets appeared. Number 13 glared at the window where the dim light came in. The window, made of a special material and barely letting in light, made the sun look like a round ball.

“Evan.”

Number 13 laughed as she entered the coffin.

“See you tonight.”

Her laugh was so pitiful. I wanted to get her back somehow, but I felt resentful of myself for not being able to do anything while being tied up by her. She was so strong I couldn’t even untie this cloth with my own strength.

Even if she ran away, I didn’t know what she would do to Isabelle and her family. Is there any way to sort this relationship out? Should I just give up everything and become a slave?

The morning light bathed the ground with warm warmth. In a little while, the servant who feeds me will come. He mechanically shoved food into his mouth and waited for me to finish.

“Mother.”

I was dumbfounded and laughed out loud. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t come up with a way to escape. Is Sophia dead? Isabel will miss me not coming back.

If I die, the brainwashing on Rumia will be lifted, so what will happen?

I thought I had no choice but to give up. So she lowered her head and let out a deep sigh. Since I had been suffering all night, I thought I should close my eyes at least a little.

Knock

Knock

Knock

And then, a demon knocked on the window and said to me,

“Hi?”

She had purple skin and her eyes were ruby ​​red. Her large breasts were exposed naked in a piece of sleazy underwear, and her wavy hair gleamed yellow in the sunlight.

I was about to scream

“Really, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”