Taming The Villainesses-Chapter 384: Predation (5) 18+

A woman’s tears, even against a well-prepared man’s heart, crash down like cannons at the walls of a fortress.

And especially when the situation comes so suddenly...

If that woman is also beautiful, then it’s even more overwhelming.

I felt terribly sorry.

Even though Ayra never blamed me, never spoke a word of reproach.

Now, the only thought in my head was that I had to get her to stop crying somehow. So I gently stroked her head and back with the palm of my hand.

Swish, swish.

“Ayra-nim, please... calm down now.”

Of course, once the dam of tears had burst, there was no stopping them. It was like she was paying back a debt that had piled up all at once—a flood of tears that wouldn’t end.

At this point, I had no choice but to use a secret technique.

A fairy’s secret art.

Nymph–Rapid Petting.

Swishswishswishswish.

I rapidly stroked Ayra’s back and head with my palm.

According to my own personal headcanon, anyone who received the Nymph–Rapid Petting would quickly calm down and feel better.

And sure enough, Ayra’s sobs and sniffles gradually began to subside.

The downpour that had beaten down like a thunderstorm faded into a gentle drizzle, and then, finally, the skies cleared completely.

“......”

After Ayra had stopped crying, only a stillness remained between us, as fresh and silent as dawn covered in dew. A terribly awkward silence.

I said,

“Are you feeling a little better now?”

“......”

Ayra didn’t answer. She simply kept her face buried in my chest, motionless as if she had fallen asleep. But I knew she hadn’t actually fallen asleep.

She was probably too embarrassed to lift her head after crying so much. Maybe this was her first time being swept away by her emotions like that, and she didn’t know how to face it.

“I didn’t know it hurt that much for you.”

“......”

Ayra didn’t respond, nor did she budge. Just in case, I reached for a few strands of her round, soft hair and lifted them gently.

“......”

Even though it must’ve tickled, she didn’t react at all. After crying so hard, had she shut herself up like a clam clamping down tight? Her emotional swings were too extreme.

Then again, it’s pretty common for people—especially kids—to suddenly clam up after crying a lot.

They cry because something upsets them, and then when they realize crying won’t get them what they want, they shut their mouths and sulk in protest.

Or maybe she was just embarrassed and flustered. Maybe she didn’t know what kind of expression to make at me right now and decided to stay silent.

“......”

“......”

Should I just leave her be for a while?

***

How much time had passed? Ten minutes? Twenty? I wasn’t sure. Ayra still hadn’t said a word.

The tears that had soaked my chest had dried. The arousal that had boiled up to the top of my head had also cooled to a manageable level. And ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) yet Ayra said nothing.

I felt like a stone.

But I didn’t have the courage to push Ayra off of me or move away, even though she was lying on top of me with her face buried in my chest.

How long would this last?

Feeling the urge to shift positions, I decided to finally use another secret art I’d been saving. I raised my hand and gently brushed Ayra’s side.

“......”

She said nothing, but I could feel her smooth, warm skin flinch beneath my touch.

So she was ticklish after all.

Should I tickle her a bit more? With that thought, I lightly fluttered my fingers like feathers across Ayra’s side and armpit.

“......!”

Maybe she couldn’t take it anymore—she suddenly grabbed my hand and bit it hard. The pain made my eyes well up.

“Hiiiehk...!”

Clench—

But even though my pitiful scream echoed through the room, she didn’t let go. She bit down even harder, so hard I wondered if she was about to tear through my bone.

“That really hurts...!”

I yelled with all sincerity. Only then did her teeth finally release my arm. And then, in a voice so faint that only my fairy-sensitive ears could catch it, she whispered:

“...It hurt for me too.”

At last, I felt a small sense of relief. The fact that she, who had kept her mouth shut for so long, was opening the window to her heart again.

“Did it hurt that badly?”

“...It hurt. It was the worst pain I’ve ever felt. Like a sharp, thick blade stabbing up from below, ripping me apart from the inside.”

At her words, I grimaced hard. It felt like the pain was in my own body. Looking back, I hadn’t shown any delicacy in the way I’d treated her.

I hadn’t had the luxury of control.

Sex with the queen I’d longed for—if I’d been calm, I would’ve been superhuman.

So I just wanted to come as quickly as possible, to make our relationship irreversible. I wanted to make Ayra mine forever.

But I’d gotten carried away with that desire.

Then Ayra added quietly,

“But because it hurt, I could feel it. That I’m alive. In my world, where everything had gone numb, the pain you gave me was the only thing that felt real.”

“......”

“And then... like a hole had opened in a bag, everything I’d bottled up started leaking out. I couldn’t hold it in. I couldn’t stop. I... now...”

She trailed off. Maybe it was because her throat was tight after crying so much, or maybe she just didn’t want to say anything more.

“Would you like me to get you some water?”

When I tried to get up from the bed, Ayra pressed down on me with her weight.

“...Don’t go. Stay here.”

It was a plea. Ayra was pleading with me. Realizing that, I stopped trying to get up and lay back down on the bed.

Ayra said,

“Right now... I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m so sad and in pain, but I don’t know what to do with it. My demon fox, my Teo Gospel, tell me. What should I do?”

“I...”

I was the only person in this world who had entered Ayra’s heart—twice. It wouldn’t be strange to say I understood her better than she understood herself.

Ayra had dulled emotions.

Her world was like a space sealed in glass. No matter what she saw or felt, it all passed through the filter of that glass.

I understood why Ayra had become like that. She’d endured too many things, too heavy for a child to bear. She’d turned away from her own emotions. She’d put a brake on her heart.

All the emotions she’d thrown away like trash piled up in her chest, black and murky like sewage, flowing down into the deepest sewers of her soul.

Bael the spider had been the one to process those emotions in her place, until even she became a monster.

But now Bael was gone. And Ayra had no choice but to face her emotions alone. She looked lost.

Then Ayra slowly raised her head. Her tear-streaked face was crimson under the lamplight.

“...Hurt me more. So I can feel that I’m alive. Stab me with you—so the things inside me can come pouring out.”

Ayra straddled me.

Her hair flowed down, her breasts swayed—and I saw my own bite marks vivid on her skin. My arousal surged again to its peak.

I laid her body back onto the bed and bit gently at the nape of her neck.

“Haa...”

This time, Ayra didn’t even try to hide her arousal. Her moan was soft and clear. That’s when I finally realized it.

Ayra liked being hurt—she had a subtle taste for pain.

You’re a twisted woman.

But so am I.

“Ayra... close your eyes. I want you to feel only me—vividly.”

I took one of the bandages lying nearby and wrapped it over her eyes. In response, her arms clung tightly to my shoulders.

It was like she was trying to keep me bound, afraid I’d vanish from her sight while her eyes were covered.

I gently spread her thighs and used my hand to caress her wet folds. Then, slowly and carefully, I guided my cock back into her flushed entrance.

Squelch.

The sensation of my sensitive tip sliding between her wet lips. The feeling of her inner walls gripping me from head to base, tightening and pulling.

“Hngh, it hurts...!”

Ayra’s legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

I said,

“It’ll get better soon. I’ll be gentle this time...”

“No. Break me. Destroy me. Harder. More. Push deep into me. You said you’d die for me.”

“......”

“Then die for me now, Teo Gospel. For me. For my sake. Or if not that...”

If I could hold Ayra, I’d be willing to die. I really had said that.

And now, I realized it—

Ayra was already deeply broken. There was no need for me to break her.

Why?

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Why couldn’t we, like other people, walk toward a slightly better future?

To cry and laugh like normal. To build a family. Have children. Grow old and smile as we watched our grandchildren.

That’s all I wanted to give you.

“Then just kill me instead, my Teo...”

And inside the queen who pleaded for death—

I spilled the thickest seed of life.