Salvation Through Delusion C117

Chapter 117

There were countless adjectives that could suit that smile, but one of them was “refreshing.”

He already bewitched people with those beautiful golden eyes, and then he added that smile on top of it.

The moment you met it, you couldn’t help but let your guard down.

And my thinking shut off completely.

Ridiculously, a flicker of smugness crept in.

Because those eyes and that smile were directed only at me.

Ah—so this was why people rushed at him like moths to a flame.

Mistaking that smile as something that would keep pointing at them forever.

And his voice—how could it be that sweet?

“So then, I rub it over and over, thinking of you, like it’s something precious.”

What a waste of a good voice.

Using something that beautiful to whisper something this filthy.

Thankfully, I still had some reason left.

There was no way he actually masturbated thinking about me.

But among those who faced that gaze and voice head-on, how many people could really stay rational enough to doubt his intentions?

Even I almost lost my grip just hearing that, a strange heat teasing my lower abdomen.

An unintentional sigh of admiration slipped out.

As expected of Tuvain people.

Then again, our world wasn’t much better—just better at hiding it. A real pervert paradise.

I smiled lightly and replied,

“Then go ahead. I want to see for myself whether it’s hard enough to ‘treat’ me properly.”

His lips curved even deeper.

Damn, he really smiled beautifully.

Just as I relaxed my guard, a laughing command brushed my ear.

“Then ask properly.”

Ask… how?

“Should I bow my head or something?”

“Say exactly what you want. How do you want me to move?”

You want me to say it out loud?

I barely held back a disbelieving laugh.

Instead, I looked straight into his eyes and gave him exactly what he wanted.

“Undo your pants. The buttons.”

But once again, he didn’t comply so easily.

“Please.”

“…What?”

“You said it was a request.”

“…Please undo the buttons.”

Satisfaction spread through his eyes.

The moment I noticed it, a bad feeling followed.

Looks like he really was on the dominant side—exactly as he looked.

Damn it. We really shouldn’t be that compatible.

But that worry melted away like ice cream in midsummer as he finally moved.

There were no zippers here—clothes used either crisscrossed strings or rows of buttons.

Tyroc’s pants had buttons.

Still kneeling, he reached down.

Each button came undone with a soft tap, the opening widening bit by bit.

And then—the obstacle.

The shirt tucked inside.

It was like opening a door only to find another door behind it.

“I can’t see.”

“So?”

“Move the shirt. Please….”

He grinned, lifted the short tunic-style shirt over his head, and tossed it aside carelessly.

What filled my vision was a broad, solid upper body, sculpted like a statue.

It wasn’t even my usual type, yet I couldn’t stop staring.

And it didn’t end there.

His hand returned to the last button.

The pants finally fell open, revealing his underwear—and unmistakable presence beneath it.

Even without fully seeing it, its existence was obvious.

A long shaft stretching down one side of his pants.

It wasn’t even fully hard yet, and it was already enormous.

…Wait. I’m the one taking this, right?

“You wanted to see. Scared?”

“No.”

The denial jumped out on reflex.

But whatever retort I’d been about to snap back collapsed the moment his hand untied the waistband and freed himself into his grip.

It didn’t even fit properly in that huge hand—length aside, the thickness alone was obscene.

Fuck. That’s basically a forearm.

Everything just went to hell.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Keep begging.”

Begging?

Requests turned into pleas, and now begging?

Begging wasn’t a problem—I could even enjoy it.

But I wasn’t going to give it away that easily.

At the very least, I needed him to want to sleep with me again.

People always crave what they can’t quite get.

Instead of begging, I lowered my gaze and asked,

“Is it hot?”

There was no reply, but I didn’t mind.

“I like it when it’s hot.”

Then I slowly lifted only my eyes.

Just as expected, I met golden eyes darkened with heat.

“Touch it.”

“If you beg, Your Grace.”

A wide smile spread across his face.

“I’m already on my knees in front of you. Didn’t you notice? I’ve been begging this whole time.”

The audacity almost made me laugh.

“I was distracted.”

I muttered, letting my gaze drop.

The shaft in his hand now looked undeniably hard.

Just looking at it made heat rise all the way to my mouth.

Then his voice, lowered to match mine, asked:

“Is begging enough?”

“Of course.”

“Then check if it’s hot. With your mouth.”

This time I couldn’t hold it back—I burst out laughing.

Without thinking, I licked my lips.

His gaze dropped instantly to my mouth.

Damn. His eyes are hotter than his cock.

“It’s too big.”

“Don’t be scared. It’s hot enough to be exactly what you like.”

As he spoke, he began stroking himself slowly.

Because of the size, even that simple motion covered a wide range.

The sheer size was intimidating—but that raw, primal movement flipped a switch inside me.

No matter what anyone said, nothing turned you on like stimulating a cock.

My heart started racing.

So I didn’t resist when he stepped closer, or when he took my hand and guided it to himself.

Warm skin filled my palm.

Solid. Heavy.

But more than anything—it was hot.

Hotter than I expected.

“Move.”

The hoarse whisper was a command.

But before I could, the hand over mine moved first.

It was awkward, but I didn’t pull away.

I was too busy watching Tyroc’s reaction.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head back slightly, and drew in a deep breath, chest expanding.

“Hah…”

The sound brushed my ear like something sweet and dangerous.

I couldn’t look away from the way he openly showed his pleasure.

The room filled with the sound of skin sliding and his dampening breaths.

He was the one being touched, yet somehow I was the one running out of breath.

So when his eyes opened and that intense gold locked onto me, I felt a little embarrassed.

If he looked at my face now, he’d read my state instantly.

Just as I feared, he did.

I immediately raised a wall.

“No kissing.”

The hand guiding mine stopped.

“I haven’t yet.”

“You’re going to.”

His eyes sharpened like a wolf’s, though his smile stayed gentle.

“I even knelt for you.”

Despite the soft voice, his hands suddenly grabbed my thighs and spread them wide.

Still on his knees, he surged forward, pressing himself between my legs.

His massive cock stood upright on its own, darkened and veined from the blood rushing into it.

This was ridiculous.

I actually had to take that?

Fear and curiosity twisted together.

What would it even feel like?

I couldn’t hide my curiosity.

My body—especially behind—had been twitching restlessly this whole time, impatient and itchy with anticipation.

A body that knew the taste of cock was practically begging to swallow it.

“All you need to heal my ankle is your cock, right?”

“No.”

No?

Seeing my confusion, he smiled as if I were cute.

“No matter how big or tempting my cock is, I do the thrusting. My hips, ass, legs, shoulders, arms—everything. Even my lips.”

“Then just get it hard. I’ll do the thrusting.”

“With that waist?”

His voice held a laugh.

The hand on my waist slid under my clothes, gripping bare skin and pulling me closer.

Since he was already wedged between my legs, I had to spread them even more.

I was used to going between someone else’s legs—not opening mine.

When I twisted instinctively, he mistook it for resistance.

“Stay still.”

The command was sharp.

I flinched—and then he added one word.

“Please.”

I looked up in disbelief.

He whispered seriously,

“Let’s kiss.”

“No.”

“Please.”