Volume 2 Chapter 27 Breeding Press on an Injured, Immobilized Woman
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”W-what… are you really going to pin down a seriously injured woman with her limbs pierced?! That’s beyond cruel!” Suzette’s voice cracked with shock and worry.
He listened without flinching. It was harsh, but there was no other way. Suzette had to understand—and now was the time.
”Suzette. This is payback for all the insults. Do it thoroughly, alright? Now, open your mouth,” he commanded coldly.
No mercy in his tone. Still, Suzette hesitated, frozen. Perhaps this was unfamiliar to her.
”I—I thought maybe I went too far. Sir Klock is much kinder and more understanding than I imagined… When you escaped that Beastkin, I thought I’d seen a truly strong man again──” Suzette suddenly began praising him, trying to stall.
He ignored her words and leaned closer, pressing the tip gently against her cheek.
”Higuh?!” Suzette flinched, arching back in surprise. A faint trace connected them like a thin thread.
”…Suzette.”
”W-what is it?!”
Her back pressed firmly against the wall. He straddled her and closed the space, his presence against her cheek undeniable.
”Open your mouth,” he ordered again.
Suzette trembled, the stubborn resistance fading. Her body was weak, magic nearly gone, no weapons left, and the man before her was someone she should protect. Her options were grim.
She closed her eyes firmly and slowly parted her lips──
”What the hell are you stalling for, you stupid girl? Hurry up,” he snapped, impatience sharp in his voice.
Without hesitation, he moved forward gently. Her surprised, muffled sound vibrated softly. He held her head steady, gripping her hidden horns to prevent escape and began steady movements.
”Nguhh?! Ng, nguh, nguuhh?!” Her muffled sounds came uncertain but unable to resist the steady rhythm.
”Hey, tighten your mouth more. If it’s loose, this won’t end. And if it doesn’t end, we’re here until morning,” he warned.
Though she accepted it, it wasn’t with ease or pleasure.
Her mouth was loose and unpracticed, clumsy like someone learning for the first time. Perhaps she’d never done this before. As he urged her to do better and kept going, Suzette, teary-eyed, began to move her tongue more carefully.
”Good. Use your tongue to stimulate without teeth,” he instructed.
Eyes shut tight, Suzette rolled her tongue slowly, trying to keep pace. Her lips tightened, squeezing gently as if to hold everything inside.
She was trying hard. As head maid, her learning ability was high. He thought she’d improve quickly if trained properly.
”Tilt your head down a little. Use your tongue to guide the tip as it enters,” he said, speeding the motion slightly to demonstrate.
She obeyed and adjusted, breath brushing softly. As she prepared, he slid in again slowly.
The tip touched the middle of her tongue, which curved smoothly, guiding it deeper.
”That’s really good. You’re doing well,” he praised.
Holding her horns with one hand, stroking her hair with the other, her mouth suddenly felt skilled, making him shiver. She might learn as fast as Adelina.
He increased the speed, holding her horns with both hands, thrusting steadily as her mouth adjusted perfectly.
At first careful, then deeper and faster.
”Nnh, n, n, ngh, nuu──”
Before long, he reached the base, pressing firmly. Her face pressed into his stomach with each movement.
”Guh, I’m!” he warned, climax near.
Not holding back, he sped up to the maximum, slapping her face lightly with every motion.
When he reached his peak, he pulled out.
”Nmph, n, ah, w-wait, w-wait──hey, stop!”
His tip pointed at her face as he released a thick, white warmth, starting at her eyelids so she couldn’t open them, then spreading to her forehead and cheeks.
Finally, he slipped back in one last time, releasing a little deeper, finishing with soft, short strokes until the end of his first climax.
It wasn’t bad at all. He stayed inside her mouth, enjoying the quiet aftermath.
”Suzette, clean it with your tongue,” he told her.
He pulled back slightly to the middle of his shaft, giving her more room to move her tongue freely.
Suzette responded to his urging. Hesitantly, she let her tongue touch the tip, beginning to clean slowly. The soft, wet sound made a small shiver run through him. Then she took him back into her mouth again, moving carefully before pulling away.
”Mph, cough, cough… What are you doing…?” she asked, still struggling with the feeling.
He shrugged, speaking as if it were completely normal. “What do you mean? You’re using your mouth like it was made for this.”
If she could open her eyes, she’d likely be shocked, but her focus was on what coated her face.
”Why did you put it there? Are you stupid or something?”
He wanted to tease her, saying it suited her, but he held back and quickly began removing his clothes. His mind was set—Suzette needed to feel just how important she was, no matter her will.
”Next is down below, so spread your legs,” he said firmly.
Suzette wiped the white liquid from her face with trembling fingers. He grabbed her uninjured leg and rolled her onto her side.
”Huh? Are you serious? I’m hurt! Taking advantage of me like this—is that prideless or what?” she protested.
”Pride?” he echoed, not bothering to deny lacking some. Pride often stopped people from doing what was necessary. Hesitating now would mean losing his chance with her.
”Someone like you—beautiful, strong—if I get the chance to be close, I’m taking it. Did you really think I wouldn’t move now? That’s foolish,” he said bluntly.
”H-huh?”
His words were rough, even for him. Most men would want to be near someone like Suzette, but few would dare now, seeing her like this.
”You’re really the worst kind of person. The lowest scum,” she spat, hatred clear.
Scum of humanity, huh? He smirked inside. She hated him deep down now.
That was fine. It was her fault for always trying to leave him behind—how badly did she want to die?
Leaving her behind would make things easier, but she’d be finished for sure. That thought made him angry.
The Demon King’s existence was a constant threat since the hero’s birth. People might live carelessly now, but if a demon spy was caught, torture awaited, and the news would spread to many nations. Rumors of the Demon King might turn true, and relations with demons would sour again. The demons knew this and surely prepared countermeasures—like…
Suicide by poison or something similar.
Being left wounded in enemy lands was almost a death sentence. He refused to carry such bitterness because of her.
Abandoning someone doomed took courage—hard for someone like Klock who avoided trouble all his life. It would be easier to just take what he wanted.
And that was what he intended.
He’d drag her onto the ship, and if she complained, he’d tell her he had business with her. He’d make her understand that having her ready was more important than running away.
He would keep going until she no longer felt weak enough to choose death over survival.
”Alright, time to get you undressed,” he said.
”Y-ah! …Damn it!” Suzette protested.
Her outfit, made for stealth and speed, was not easy to remove roughly. He didn’t want regrets, so he started with the bottom, then pulled off her top, leaving only the injured arm and leg covered.
Almost fully exposed, save for those injured parts.
”You have a great body. Why not quit spying and be mine?” he teased softly.
”Die, you bastard. I’ll hate you forever,” she shot back, wiping her eyes and glaring through tears and the mess on her face.
He knew he couldn’t kiss her now, but after what had happened, he didn’t care.
”If you let me be with you always, I don’t mind your hatred,” he said quietly.
He parted the dark hair between her legs, catching the moonlight’s glow. Humans were strange—no matter the hatred, their bodies betrayed them.
The entrance was soft and waiting. He hadn’t planned this until that morning, but now, he pressed the tip against her gently.
”A-are you really going to do this…? If you stop now──”
”Wait, hold on a sec,” he interrupted with a small laugh.
”I’m in the middle of something, we can talk later,” he said smoothly.
”…Damn you! Die!”
He entered her quietly. She offered no resistance—her strength was gone. He moved carefully, settling in naturally.
The warmth around him was comforting. It was a different feeling to be with someone new, someone like Suzette—tight and fresh.
He adjusted slowly, then pulled back a little. The base of his shaft caught a faint reddish tint. He had guessed right—Suzette was inexperienced, pure.
”Nice. From now on, I’ll teach you about this every day,” he said quietly.
”Are you an idiot? What I want is to fix your head,” she snapped sharply, a bitter insult.
They were in the missionary position, her left foot barely hanging off the bed, clearly ready yet defiant. The contradiction made him want to laugh.
Ignoring her words, he continued moving, checking the soft warmth and gentle tightness. Her place was naturally made for this.
It wasn’t anything unusual, nor did it feel uncomfortable when their bodies touched. It was the kind of closeness that made him want to stay near her again and again, and when it was over, he didn’t feel like holding on.
”Not bad at all,” he said, holding her hips as he moved. “If I’d known it felt this good, I’d have asked sooner.”
”Like I’d ever let you,” Suzette snapped sharply. “Did you even know how to finish, or did you just lose your mind?”
Her sharp words hit him, and he realized the strong-willed Suzette was back. Maybe it was good she’d found her fire again—but somehow, her words were even sharper now.
He kept moving, feeling the warmth between them with each motion. The soft sounds of their closeness stirred him. Her chest rose and fell with every move, drawing his attention. He could do what he wanted with her now. When should he start?
Sorry, Suzette. But his body was caught in this overwhelming feeling.
”You’re amazing,” he said, rubbing her waist. “I felt a little bad pushing you, but honestly, I’d be crazy not to be with someone like you.”
”Hmm… I see,” she whispered weakly.
But her reaction suddenly softened. The fierce woman had faded, replaced by the quiet, tired Suzette he’d seen before.
”What’s wrong? Not going to resist?” he asked, slowing down.
”Do what you want,” she said flatly, turning away. “When you’re done, just tell me. I want to sleep.”
She wiped her face with her sleeve, clearing her eyes, then looked away, waiting quietly for this to end.
This felt… strange.
It wasn’t exactly dull. She let him take control without a sound, and maybe he should be thankful for that. But since she was inexperienced, no matter how much he moved, she didn’t make a single noise. Without any reaction, it felt oddly empty.
Fine.
If she wasn’t going to show him anything, he’d make sure she would.
Her chest moved with every motion. He cupped one side through her maid outfit, feeling its softness. With his other hand, he pulled her closer and brought his face near, gently brushing her skin.
”Mmm…” she breathed.
A soft sound. If she wouldn’t respond with words, he’d guide her to feel something. If she ignored him, he’d make sure she couldn’t.
Even in the dim light, her skin looked soft and delicate. He kissed and squeezed gently, focusing on one side, as if asking it to respond. Holding her close, he moved slowly, drawing long, careful motions to stir her.
”Mmm… mmm, huh… fuh…”
Her soft sounds grew louder, but she was clearly holding back. Her body twitched, small but real. Even without many sounds, he thought the way she reacted was the sweetest thing. It made everything feel alive—he wanted her to feel everything.
He finally let go of her side, lips warm and soft. It twitched under his touch, small spasms in the quiet light. Moisture glistened on her skin, showing she was deeply affected. When he touched her gently, Suzette jerked slightly.
”Mmmph! Hmm… mmm…” she gasped quietly.
Suzette’s body tensed, then trembled slightly, as her right hand rose to cover her mouth.
He kept his touch gentle, focusing on just one sensitive spot, and paused his movements for a moment. After a while, she relaxed again, lowering herself back onto the bed.
Had she reached her limit? She was clearly holding back, but it was obvious something had shifted.
It was rare for such a small touch to bring her this far, showing how sensitive she really was.
From the way she reacted, it didn’t seem like a deep release—more like a wave of many little pleasures had built up inside her. Even though they were still close, her body had changed.
He moved again, finally letting himself push forward.
He lifted her right leg gently, bending it and turning her so that she was more open to him. Leaning over her, he hovered closely.
Now, it was time to see if she could ride another wave.
It might be too much for someone new, but making her move like this was enough.
He traced a slow line from her lower chest up to that one tender spot.
He brushed it lightly, like a soft warning: “Get ready, this is going to be intense.”
When chasing another peak, it was important to keep focus on that spot, even after she’d felt something. Usually, the deep places inside were easier to reach, but if she was this sensitive, gentle attention everywhere would work.
If he was patient and careful, even a first time could find new heights.
He began steady, slow movements.
With steady rhythm, he pressed in and out, like finishing a challenge.
At the same time, his mouth found her left side, softly exploring. His hand pinched the other side again, working three spots all at once.
”Huh?! Mmm, mmmph…” she gasped.
Under the steady pressure, Suzette finally turned her face toward him, the one she had hidden before.
He tried to say without words, “This is what closeness feels like,” though he wasn’t sure she understood.
Her eyes filled with tears, and muffled sounds escaped behind her hand.
To her, her own body might feel like a secret treasure no one else knew, but all bodies shared similar paths. How to guide her was already somewhat clear.
”What’s wrong, Suzette? You look… surprised. Maybe even happy?”
Since they were close, he whispered near her ear, teasing softly.
But she didn’t answer—just closed her eyes tighter, tears still falling, overwhelmed beyond words.
It was hard to keep going once someone reached this place. But if done just right, it could lead to even more waves, until she couldn’t hold on anymore.
She might not realize it, but he knew her body better than she did.
With a small, confident smile, he began the final moves.
Pressing firmly, steady and unrelenting.
Focused on that moment when everything would come together, he didn’t stop, moving with purpose.
* * *
He held back, moving steadily toward the final moment. For several minutes, his rhythm continued without pause. With firm motions, he pressed down gently but firmly, careful not to cause harm.
He held her close, his lips brushing her neck, his hands exploring the curves beneath her clothes, softly touching her skin. Over and over, he focused on the most sensitive place between them.
Her body reacted sharply—hips jerking, soft sounds slipping out without restraint—but he kept going, steady and unyielding.
He wondered if this intense closeness might overwhelm someone new. It should feel good, yet it was also demanding and intense. Next time, she might truly fear it and plead for it to stop.
But it was Suzette’s choice to face this challenge. If she hadn’t tried to give up, things might have gone differently. Now, she needed to reflect on what she allowed.
Then, with a sudden release, he gave himself fully. Holding her firmly so she couldn’t pull away, he let everything flow inside her.
It felt incredible to finally let go after holding back so long. Her body seemed to welcome it deeply, moving with it naturally. The warmth and closeness between them felt alive, connected in a way beyond words.
Even after everything, Suzette didn’t change. Her body trembled uncontrollably, right hand covering her mouth, caught in the moment. She seemed lost in the intensity, simply receiving the wave without resistance.
He thought he had been with her for about twenty minutes—relentless in his attention. At first, she had tried to resist, but by the end, she surrendered completely. It had been a long time since he’d experienced such a deep, serious connection.
Afterwards, he leaned down, pressing his weight onto her. Usually, people might pull away because it felt heavy, but this closeness was its own kind of comfort. With his body still close to hers, their skin slick with sweat, they held each other tightly.
”Breathing’s heavy. Did you like it?” he asked softly.
”N-no. Don’t misunderstand. You’re disgusting,” she muttered back, cheeks flushed and eyes shimmering with tears.
He teased her gently, watching as her embarrassment grew, her words sharp but her body betraying how much it mattered to her. In this state, she was just a cute woman, and he felt certain pushing her had been right.
”From tomorrow on, we’ll do this every day. If you act cold again, I’ll do the same thing. Once your body gets used to it, you’ll probably feel overwhelmed daily, but you’ll have to try.”
”Ugh,” Suzette swallowed hard.
She seemed to understand there was no escape, realizing she was trapped by his resolve.
”Maybe today’s enough… can we stop now?”
”Alright. I’ll use my bag as a pillow. You rest your head on my shoulder.”
He gave the command firmly.
”W-what? Why do I have to sleep with you—”
”Quiet. It’s an order.”
He sat up and gently pulled at the loose clothes she’d started to take off. Careful not to hurt her injured leg, he removed the garment slowly, then pretended to toss it aside, sending it a little way off.
”I’ll be here first thing in the morning. Keep yourself ready, okay?”
”…Are you some kind of wild animal? Or just a silly monkey?”
She wasn’t carrying any bag or belongings. If she had something hidden, it would be under her clothes, but there was no obvious place in her top. When he tossed the lower garment, he felt a clear weight inside it. She must be carrying something important—maybe something to keep her safe. He needed to make sure she didn’t make any hasty decisions while sleeping.
”Hey, don’t touch my chest,” Suzette said softly.
He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as they lay down together. When her weight pressed down on his chest, he grabbed her gently, which made her protest. He thought it was only natural—guys always want to touch soft places.
”It’s fine, really. Let’s just sleep like this.”
”I can’t sleep if you keep distracting me.”
If they were lovers, she’d probably accept it quietly, but since he was just the man who’d forced himself on her, she was clearly uncomfortable. Naturally, she pushed his hand away. At the same time, a soft, awkward sound came from below. It seemed she was reacting naturally to their closeness. Her face flushed deep red.
He decided to quietly take care of it himself.
”You can hold me if you want.”
”Like I’d ever touch that! You’re ridiculous!”
He smirked quietly, knowing full well she had already been close in every way. He ignored the sounds and pulled her head closer, holding her gently like a pillow to calm her down.
After a few moments of silence, Suzette finally went completely still. Watching her quietly, he saw she had fallen asleep, exhausted from the intensity of the day.
Taking the chance, he slipped a magic bracelet onto her wrist with a soft click. Then he fastened the matching one on his own arm so they wouldn’t be able to separate.
He never thought he’d be using this magic on an ally, much less himself, and certainly never to keep her safe from harm.
Now that she was secure, he finally let himself rest.
Tomorrow, he’d check through her things carefully.
Notes:
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Adelina – The slave girl.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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