Volume 4 Chapter 44 You Really Are the Worst, Scum~desuwa! ③ ♥
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The bathhouse Kian led Eugenia into was vast and luxurious, more splendid than anything she had ever seen.
Its polished black stone floor shone, while hot water poured endlessly from hollow bamboo.
Along the wall, soaps, fragrant oils, olive oil, L-shaped scrapers for removing dirt, and brushes for washing the body were neatly arranged.
It might have cost even more than the baths of a high-class brothel.
As expected of a villa owned by the Chatillon family.
When Eugenia looked up in awe at the many magic lamps shining like stars overhead, Kian tapped her shoulder and told her, “Drink this.”
It was a leather pouch with a plant stem used as a straw.
Inside seemed to be plenty of water. When she obeyed and drank, her body—parched and drained—let out a silent cry of relief.
It was not plain water but a drink mixed with salt, sugar, lemon juice, and spices.
It tasted good, and her thirst made her drink it eagerly without a word.
While she drank, Kian set a leather chair down in the center of the bathhouse and began placing more pouches of the strange drink on the stone floor.
The chair was padded in black leather and fitted with straps on the armrests for binding.
Even the footrests had belts for restraint.
Kian muttered, “This water resistance… damn, Kelpie leather, huh. No wonder my allowance vanished so quickly—it went into this.”
He seemed to be complaining about the maker of the chair.
When he suddenly looked her way, Eugenia’s chest tightened, but he showed no anger at being watched. Instead, he asked if she wanted a refill.
”H-hey, you did not put anything strange in this, did you?”
”Why would I use drugs when I am about to test an aphrodisiac lotion?”
He raised a pouch from the floor and drank from it himself.
Seeing that, Eugenia decided it was safe enough to ask for more.
While she sipped her second pouch, she was guided onto the bathing chair and had her body washed.
When he reached for her hair after untying her ribbon, she stopped him quickly.
”I-I can wash it myself!”
After the washing, her skin was wiped carefully with cloth, like drying a fish of all its water.
Finally, she was made to sit in the ominous chair.
(Aphrodisiac lotion… That shameless Alchemist sold it as some scandalous item. I do not know how strong it is, but since I have already been pushed to climax several times, the effect should be weak.)
Even so, her unease did not fade.
Eugenia hugged her own body, clad only in a perverse swimsuit made of red strings that barely covered her.
”Heh, you are unusually quiet. Listening well to what I say.”
In front of her, the large man stripped down, showing off his body as he walked closer.
He looked less like a hero and more like someone who trained only to tempt women—broad shoulders, strong frame, wet hair slicked back, wearing only narrow black underwear.
All hair was carefully removed, leaving nothing exposed.
It looked clean, but to Eugenia it only proved how much he played with women, making it feel filthy.
Tattoo-like marks on both his hands only added to her dislike.
Her small frame shivered as he came near. Droplets from her ponytail ran down her shoulders, making her shudder with too much awareness.
The bulge in his black underwear pressed forward, the ck beneath not fully hidden.
It swelled, straining the cloth until part of the length jutted at the waistband.
It drew close to her stomach as she crossed her arms tightly.
She told herself it was disgusting… yet her body remembered the assault earlier, and her core ached with a sweet tightening.
It was the overwhelming symbol of a male.
I am only here to be overpowered by it, she thought, but she turned her eyes away and spat out words:
”If you are going to violate me, then hurry and do it!”
”Do not rush. First, this.”
From nowhere he produced a glass bottle filled with clear liquid—the aphrodisiac lotion he had bought.
Uncorking it, Kian poured some onto his palm and moved behind her.
(It will be fine, it will be fine, Eugenia~. Even if your body reacts, your heart will not yield.)
”Here we go.”
”Kh…”
The lotion smeared across her shoulders.
At first there was nothing, but soon warmth and chill came together, prickling and crawling across her skin.
It was harsher than being tickled. She wondered if he too was feeling it on his bare hands. If so, he was a fool.
She tried to sneer, but his big hands moved around her, trailing from ribs, to stomach, to chest, then her back, leaving glossy shine across pale skin.
More lotion dripped between her breasts, sliding down to her stomach.
When it touched the thin cloth at her crotch, it soaked through and spread dampness around her most sensitive place.
Her body twitched with a sharp breath.
The lotion made her skin hypersensitive. Warm water around them could not stop the crawling sensation.
She began to think the Alchemist had sold them a defective product.
But then, his fingers pressed firmly, smearing lotion near her chest.
She clutched at his arm in reflex, but his thick muscles did not move.
The lotion spread further. Eugenia’s body twisted and her thighs pressed together, trying to escape the sensations.
Her breathing grew ragged.
Her chest tingled more sharply now, the thin red cloth unable to shield it.
The lotion seeped in and made even the untouched skin echo with stimulation.
”W-wait! This lotion is dangerous~desuwa! There must be poison in it!”
She cried desperately, twisting away.
But his hand only moved to rub along the edge of her breast, where the cloth failed to cover, spreading more lotion.
Her breath caught sharply.
Her body flushed with heat.
The lotion made her stomach tighten and a strange pressure built within, like a rising urge.
His body pressed against her back now, his c**k brushing her bare skin.
She let out a muffled cry, shivering.
Why is this man unaffected? she thought. Is it the amount of lotion, or is his body resistant?
Either way, she could not endure. Her strength faded, while he calmly continued.
”There is no poison.”
”Ahh… y-you are whispering right at my ear…”
”It only has something that excites the body. For you, it works very well.”
His thick fingers finally pressed against the sensitive tip beneath her red cloth.
Her whole body shook with a sharp gasp.
The lotion soaked into the narrow red cloth, turning its pastel shade into a dark wine red.
The man’s thick leg coiled around Eugenia’s right leg like a serpent, forcing her hips against his hardened groin.
In that position, the hidden tips beneath her swimsuit were kneaded and pressed.
Her breath caught in her throat, turning into ragged, uneven gasps.
Her protests spilled out in a rush, her voice breaking with each strained breath.
”I do not understand what you are saying,” he replied coldly. “Then I will touch you directly.”
A sharp gasp escaped her.
His thick fingers slid beneath the cloth that had covered her, pushing against the soft, swollen circles.
The slick touch sank into her skin in an instant.
Soon, his fingertip pressed against the prominent peaks hidden there.
A muffled cry broke from her lips.
She had always carried complicated feelings about their size—her chest flat, yet her nipples large and sensitive.
Now, that shameful place was being touched directly with lotion-coated fingers.
Her breathing grew harsh, breaking in fragments.
Her body writhed under the stimulation, even as her thoughts screamed refusal.
His thumb and middle finger pinched her tightly, drawing the sensitive peak forward.
Her body arched with a sharp inhalation.
The stretched tips were rubbed firmly with his forefinger, adding relentless friction.
”I… I cannot bear to make such shameless sounds,” she said between ragged breaths.
”No one is here,” he replied. “No matter how loudly you cry, no sound will leave these walls. So indulge without fear.”
”You are here!” she shot back, her voice rising with a trembling cry.
”Very well. Then I will stop.”
His touch left her abruptly.
The fingers slipped out from under the cloth, leaving her covered once more.
Yet the peaks beneath the swimsuit stood firm, their shape clear against the fabric.
The lotion’s effect had swelled the skin so much that the cloth strained and slipped aside, half-exposing her.
She turned tearful eyes toward him.
The burning ache in her chest would not settle without more touch, yet it would not be enough to bring release either.
”Now,” the youth said evenly, pointing to the chair, “I want to test the feel of this seat. Sit there. If you grow thirsty, I will give you more to drink.”
As he spoke, she glimpsed his swollen c**k, fully erect.
A deep, unbidden ache throbbed within her at the sight.
Lowering her gaze so he would not see, she obeyed and sat down on the strange chair.
* * *
The room echoed faintly with wet, lewd sounds.
Eugenia sat deep in the Kelpie-leather chair, her arms and legs bound by belts, her head resting against the back, her eyes unfocused.
From behind, lotion-slick hands groped her chest through the swimsuit.
When her n**les were pinched, her restrained body trembled violently, hips rising off the seat with a muffled cry.
But before she could reach the edge of climax, his hands would release her, returning to a slower, gentler touch.
The sensation of his fingers alone made her skin burn, but it was never enough to let her fall over completely.
Her breathing turned ragged.
Her legs strained against the restraints, making the chair creak.
Her white knees rubbed together, desperate.
At first she had sat primly with her knees pressed tight, but now her legs had fallen open in shame.
Only a weak effort closed them from time to time, while her thighs pressed together in futile attempts to contain the ache.
Her chest heaved as his fingertip rubbed the underside of her hardened tips.
A sudden clench in her lower belly made heat drip within, staining the cloth between her legs.
The narrow swimsuit was soaked through, releasing a sweet, heady scent into the air.
Each shift of her hips made the damp cloth cling with a sticky sound.
Her voice broke with a strained cry as his fingers pinched the peak again, tugging it forward.
Her ponytail shook as she thrashed her head.
Her thoughts spun in panic. I cannot… I cannot endure this… I will not give in…
Her body arched, thighs spreading wide as fluid spilled from her core. The thin cloth slipped aside, revealing her intimacy as clear liquid burst forth. Hips jerking in a wild, uninhibited rhythm, she surrendered to the moment. The air filled with the scent of her release, heavy and intoxicating.
Her face contorted delicately, tongue flickering between parted lips as breath came in frantic gasps. Pleasure drowned her thoughts in a white noise of sensation. In that instant, his lips pressed firmly against hers. Overwhelmed, she gave in, her tongue responding despite the unwelcome intrusion.
Her frame trembled with ragged breaths, hips writhing unconsciously, craving more. His fingers slid inside, parting her with ease, guided by her readiness. There was no resistance—her body, slick and eager, drew him in, tightening as if pleading for fulfillment.
A strained, desperate cry escaped her.
He observed calmly, “Durability seems sufficient.”
His fingers worked methodically, pressing against her sensitive inner walls, again and again. The lotion spread deeper, triggering another gush of fluid.
Eugenia’s hips lifted, dancing helplessly on his fingers.
”There is no build-up in the gaps. A rinse with soap and water should keep it clean. The smell, though…”
Her body arched, her inner flesh spreading lewdly around his two thick fingers.
Clear liquid spurted from her body in sharp bursts.
Tears welled in her eyes as she thought in shame, He is seeing it all… my precious place, meant for giving birth…
His fingers spread her wide, exposing the trembling flesh deep inside.
The sound of air slipping in echoed obscenely.
Mixed with the sweet scent was something sharper, more feral.
She gasped weakly.
”Still not sure,” he murmured. “Then let’s try inserting this.”
Her voice broke with panic. “W-what are you… what are you planning…?”
He held up a translucent rod shaped like a toy, but with a thin tube attached.
”No… wait—”
The clear cylinder pressed against her parted p*, sliding inside.
Her white throat arched as her whole body shivered.
The curved surface fit against her inner flesh, ridges holding it firmly in place.
It was thinner than the man’s ck, which was a small relief, but the aphrodisiac still forced her into repeated climaxes.
Her breathing broke into ragged bursts, each exhale sharp and uneven.
”You released quite a lot,” he said calmly. “Now drink.”
She obeyed, lips pressed to the pouch.
”That’s right. Slowly. Sip it well.”
He tended to her like a parent bird feeding its chick.
When it was finished, the red swimsuit top was stripped away and replaced with a translucent dome-shaped device fixed over her chest.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips.
The device began to pull at her, suction tugging.
Her hips jolted, and her inner walls tightened around the device inside her.
From behind, his hand covered her eyes, throwing her into darkness.
At the same time, his other hand pressed down on her stomach, teasing her swollen p* with his fingertip.
Her breath came out in broken cries.
Both… my p**sy and my chest…
Liquid dripped endlessly from her, refusing to stop.
When his touch left, more lotion was added, and then his hand returned.
The heel of his palm pressed low, sending tremors through her body, while his fingers circled her p* again. The reaction was immediate—another climax.
Her chest rose and fell, each breath sharp.
It feels too good… too much…
Her third climax of the night came, stronger than the others.
Though she had only just lost her innocence, her body already responded eagerly, and the thought left her ashamed. Yet the wave of pleasure drowned even that shame.
”I… I’m going to…!” she gasped out. “I don’t want to—!”
”It doesn’t matter how much you make a mess,” he said. “In fact, I want you to.”
Her head shook, her protest breaking off into ragged breaths.
Her hips bucked, the device inside her squeezed tight by her trembling walls, only pushing her closer to another release.
The strange sensation spread from her p*, climbing her spine, filling her head.
Something burst inside her.
Her teeth clenched, her body arching high.
Her restrained legs pulled taut, toes spread wide.
Tears and saliva streaked her face as her body convulsed.
The wave lasted only a moment—yet that moment was endless.
The climax erupted through her back, exploding across her body.
The belts rattled as she arched so high her hips nearly left the chair.
A strained cry tore from her throat.
She shook uncontrollably, like an animal seized by trembling.
Clear liquid gushed in a messy spray, and his hands finally left her, uncovering her eyes and her swollen p*.
Her face, beautiful and flushed, twisted into a helpless expression as her body remained trapped in the wave of climax.
Her hips slammed again and again against the chair, liquid splashing down to form a pool on the stone floor.
Even when the spasms slowed, her body still twitched faintly, trembling like a fish left on the shore.
* * *
With a firm grip, he pulled her from the chair. Thud. Now she straddled him, face-to-face, resistance futile. Her eyes, glazed from repeated peaks, mirrored the ache within. She lowered herself onto his thickness, a slow surrender.
Breath hitching in jagged gasps, she rose and fell. Slick. His length glided free momentarily, gleaming beneath her, before she sank back down, enveloping him. Earlier play and her own wetness had primed her; her body welcomed him without hesitation.
Their hips met with a damp slap, her flesh stretching to its limit. Liquid trickled down his body, warm and steady. Her chest pressed against his, breath coming in shallow puffs. Huff. Huff.
Suddenly, his lips crashed onto hers, a lover’s claim. Even as he filled her completely, their tongues dueled, raw and instinctive. Mmm. Her thoughts fractured. Her body convulsed, a climax tearing through her, sharp and unrelenting.
Bliss radiated into her core, leaving her mind blank. Hips rocking desperately, she clung to him, her walls clenching greedily. Throb. Throb. Perhaps her silent plea was answered, for his release followed—a hot rush flooding her deepest recesses.
Her body jerked, hips bouncing helplessly as she remained impaled. Spurt. Together, their peaks collided, raw and primal. It was the act of creation, the seed of life. Her vision turned white, a thin line of blood trickling from her nose as electric shivers wracked her frame.
Even spent, her flesh pulsed, milking him greedily. Squeeze. Breaths slowed to ragged gasps. When she lifted, thick fluid mingled with hers trailed out in sticky strands. Drip.
He thrust her back down, unwilling to release her yet. Slam. Her lips parted on a sharp exhale, body yielding to his command, moving until he was sated.
”Feels good,” he said with a low laugh. “The women of Crete really are the best.”
At last he withdrew, lowering her to the bath’s stone floor.
She lay trembling, her body still quivering, white liquid spilling freely.
”Use your mouth,” he ordered.
She obeyed, lips closing over him.
Her mind was hazy, but she treated him with tender devotion, kissing and cleaning him as if he were dear to her.
Her lips and tongue moved, licking away the mixture of fluids, swallowing obediently.
The sounds of her soft mouth working filled the bath, echoing faintly off the stone walls.
His hand stroked her hair, guiding her as she continued.
When he hardened again, he pressed her down once more, his weight covering her.
Her sharp gasp filled the air as he entered again, beginning another round.
For her, there was no end.
With this man’s unending drive, Eugenia’s body learned the depths of pleasure over and over again.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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