TGIC Ch 132(NSFW)

Chapter 132(NSFW)

 

Vasily’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. I had expected him to press me with questions—whether my memories had returned, or whom I had mistaken him for, interrogating me relentlessly… This was not how it should have been.

 

A red warning light flashed in my mind. Until I could grasp the situation, it would be best to retreat for now.

 

While Vasily’s attention drifted for a moment, I stealthily began to rise. Seizing the opportunity to escape, I stretched my legs toward the edge of the bed—only for my calf to be seized.

 

“Where do you think you’re fleeing?”

 

“Just let go for a second so we can talk…”

 

“Speak. I’m listening.”

 

Vasily draped both my legs over his shoulders and took my rigidly erect member into his mouth. With my lower body lifted into the air, the sight of my shaft sliding between his lips became all the more vivid.

 

“Hah, no… Hngh!”

 

Vasily began to lick with even greater persistence than before. The cool, moist touch of his tongue, combined with the visual spectacle, intensified the stimulation flooding my brain.

 

I turned my head aside and squeezed my eyes shut, desperate to avoid the sight of my member gliding in and out of his lips. Yet blocking my vision only heightened every other sensation, producing the opposite effect.

 

The wet, slurping sounds and the relentless pleasure surging from below bleached my mind blank. Then, something long and slender slipped between my buttocks.

 

This time, I could guess its identity at once. A finger.

 

“Nngh… Ahh…!”

 

“Relax. Unless you want to get hurt.”

 

“No, hngh…!”

 

His cold finger forced its way into the narrow passage, prying it open.

 

Having something invade my rear should have felt nothing but unpleasant. I writhed in revulsion, yet the pleasure from my shaft intertwined with it, gradually giving rise to a strange sensation.

 

“Ahh… Hnngh…!”

 

My hips kept jerking upward, tension coiling in my legs.

 

Overwhelmed by the ceaseless waves of ecstasy, I arched my neck sharply. One hand flew to cover my disheveled face; the other clutched the sheets in a white-knuckled grip.

 

My thighs instinctively clamped together, squeezing Vasily’s head buried between them. I thrashed and twisted my waist, but he paid no heed, devoting himself solely to sucking my shaft.

 

“Wait… I’m going to… Nngh!”

 

Sensing the rapid approach of climax, I frantically pushed at his head. Yet the soft silver strands merely spilled across my palm; Vasily did not budge an inch.

 

“Ah, hngh… Ugh!”

 

My mouth fell open, my back bowing. I felt my member quiver and spill its seed deep inside his mouth.

 

The fierce ecstasy subsided, and the tension rigid in my body dissolved all at once. Only when my thighs released their vise around his head did Vasily finally let me go.

 

He spat the semen I had released into his palm. Even at a glance, it was thick and viscous; heat flooded my face.

 

“Quite potent. Have you been holding it in all this time?”

 

“Haa… Hngh…”

 

“It must have felt that good, seeing as you can’t even answer.”

 

Having endured to the very limit before release, the profound languor that followed left me unable to do anything but lie there, gasping for breath. Every ounce of strength had drained from my body; I could not so much as twitch a finger. Vasily’s voice continued to ring in my ears, but not a single word registered.

 

Then he gathered my legs and lifted them high. Too exhausted to comprehend what was happening, I could only pant helplessly as something settled between my thighs.

 

The thick, rigid sensation at first made me think it was his forearm. But when I laboriously lowered my gaze, I saw his shaft pushing through the flesh of my thighs.

 

“Ugh…! What are you doing!”

 

Startled by the sudden confrontation with another man’s member, I struggled, but my ankles were pinned; resistance was futile. As if to soothe my alarm, Vasily murmured in a calm, coaxing voice.

 

“It’s been a while, so loosening you properly would take too long, and I’m rather pressed myself… I’ll just use this spot today.”

 

*Thwack!*

 

Before he finished speaking, Vasily thrust his hips forward with force. His shaft surged between my thighs, scraping the skin painfully.

 

For an instant it seemed his member would reach my very eyes; I flinched and turned my head away without thinking. Vasily gave a short laugh at the sight and began moving his hips again.

 

The cold, unyielding shaft gliding between my dry thighs felt like a pillar of ice—hard and frozen solid. No, ice would have been preferable; it would have melted against my heated skin and soon turned slick.

 

Each pass chafed my inner thighs with a stinging bite. The contrast between my fevered flesh and the chill column sliding through it etched every sensation into stark relief.

 

“Nngh, hngh…”

 

The sounds of shafts colliding and skin brushing skin echoed through the room. One side burned; the other was frigid—mere friction, yet the arousal swelled enormously.

 

One might expect the cold flesh to cool me with each stroke, but far from it; excitement only fanned the heat higher.

 

It was strange. This should have been repulsive, unpleasant—yet ever since earlier I had been unable to escape the pleasure, reduced to panting. The fierce graze along my thighs, the jolts where our members clashed—everything only stoked greater arousal.

 

Yes, my body was the abnormal one. The pleasure I felt now was not truly mine; it was the memory of this body that had once been lovers with Vasily, recalling the act. Compounded by long-suppressed desire finally erupting all at once. It was absolutely not my own will succumbing to ecstasy.

 

“Haa…”

 

The moment that realization settled, my resistance melted away, and I surrendered to the rising tide of pleasure.

 

I reached down and lightly grasped my shaft. Noticing, Vasily whispered softly that I should take hold of his as well. As if entranced, I nodded and wrapped both hands around the twin pillars.

 

Even without moving my hands, Vasily’s thrusts caused his shaft to rub against mine. The faster my palms slid along them, the sooner the urge to climax gathered.

 

Now I no longer needed him to hold my legs together; I clenched my thighs of my own accord, tightening around the shaft passing between them. The more pressure I applied with thighs and palms, the quicker Vasily’s rhythm became.

 

Sweat beaded thickly on my forehead. Amid the creaking of the bed, my moans and ragged breaths intertwined.

 

While gazing down at our two straining members, my eyes met Vasily’s. The instant they locked, he leaned forward swiftly and claimed my lips.

 

I could have dodged easily, but I did not. The moment I parted my lips, his cool tongue slithered in like a serpent and coiled around mine.

 

“Mmph… Nngh, hngh…”

 

Even as our tongues entwined, Vasily never halted the motion of his hips. My inner thighs burned. The repeated friction had rendered the skin exquisitely sensitive.

 

My mind dissolved into chaos. Pleasure crashed endlessly from below, mingling with the dizzying tangle of tongues and breath.

 

Strength surged to my toes; my hips twisted. The swelling urge to release crested without warning, and I spilled over the edge, my shaft pulsing as it ejected its load.

 

“Nngh! Ugh!”

 

“Haa…”

 

Moments later Vasily followed, climaxing in my wake. White semen—impossible to tell whose was whose—spread across my stomach.

 

To the eye they looked identical in color and texture, yet I knew the difference. Unlike mine, Vasily’s was cold.

 

As I panted, each rise and fall of my belly caused the viscous fluid to trickle slowly down toward my waist.

 

“Haa… Ha…”

 

My vision blurred, the world growing hazy. Cold waves reverberated through my body, colliding and rampaging within. It seemed my system, unaccustomed to such intense guiding after so long, could not immediately calm the sudden influx of Vasily’s waves.

 

Overwhelmed by the abrupt dizziness, I closed my eyes and let unconsciousness take me.