TGIC Ch 146(NSFW)

Chapter 146(NSFW)

“A—h, ngh—ah…!”

When I pushed my hips forward, my sex rubbed against the tight grip of his palm; when I pulled back, the length buried deep inside me stirred my inner walls in a dizzying sweep.

My body moved on its own, chasing pleasure with no restraint. I gasped out breathless moans as my hips jerked ceaselessly.

When I lowered my head, I saw Vasily beneath me—wearing the same haze of arousal I had. The once-arrogant Vasily was now lying obediently under my body. A shiver of inexplicable triumph rushed through me.

“Haa… ngh… h-hngh…!”

Even the violent waves of his energy surging through the place we touched only served to heighten my excitement. I accepted every pulse of his power through my whole body and continued moving.

Sensing my climax drawing near, Vasily tightened his grip. Pleasure surged unbearably tight, and I clenched my teeth as my hips snapped forward.

“Hh—!”

The moment I sank down hard into his palm, I came. White heat burst from the tip of my sex, splattering across Vasily’s abdomen.

I stared at his stomach, now smeared and messy with cloudy liquid, and panted to catch my breath. When I finally lifted my hips, the length that had filled me slipped out.

“Haa…”

I felt suddenly empty, letting myself sink into the lingering aftershocks—when my body suddenly lurched, the world flipping.

My vision spun. I blinked through the dizziness and only after my eyes met Vasily’s gaze from above did I realize he had changed our positions.

I noticed the bandages wrapped around his torso and muttered like scolding him,

“I told you not to move… you’ll tear your stitches.”

“Stitches?”

Vasily plucked out the IV needle stuck in the back of his hand, then grabbed the bandages around his neck and ripped them off. The white strips fell to the floor, revealing the surgical wound beneath.

He twisted his lips upward.

“That’s already healed.”

Just as he said, under the bandages there was no deep stab wound—only faint red marks and the stitches closing the nearly healed gash.

I reached out timidly and brushed the area. It wasn’t completely healed, but it looked more than stable on the surface.

I knew S-class Espers could recover quickly with guiding, even from severe injuries, but I didn’t expect this fast… Before regression, Vasily had never returned badly injured, and after regression, the suppression chip had limited him to receiving the faintest guiding. This was my first time seeing his healing ability up close.

I was still marveling inwardly when Vasily bent down and bit my chest.

“That’s enough sightseeing. Can I do what I want now?”

“Ngh…”

The moment he freed himself from beneath me, he attacked as if seeking revenge.

He sucked at my chest, marking it, then gently nipped the hardened peak at the center. Maybe because I had just climaxed and my body was oversensitized, but even though my chest wasn’t usually that sensitive, a high, thin moan slipped out.

The strange sensation made me push at his head.

“H-hey—don’t bite—ah!”

“It’s cute. Every time I see it, I want to bite it.”

He said it so casually and bit my nipple again. Watching the tiny peak trapped between his slightly parted teeth, I felt heat flood my face.

Pushing him away only made him lower his head. He licked the stiff bud before looking up at me—our eyes met, and my face burned even hotter. I quickly turned away.

Even after I averted my gaze, the tingling from my chest wouldn’t stop. I bit my arm to stifle the sounds, unwilling to let him know how much I was feeling.

Cool fingertips slid slowly over my heated skin, tracing my waist, stroking down my spine. Every place he touched flushed hot.

Then Vasily spread my thighs, settling between them.

A cold, solid touch brushed between my cheeks. The weight pressing against my entrance made it immediately obvious it wasn’t a finger.

The blunt tip pushed insistently, and I grabbed his arm in panic.

“N-no, wait—”

“I’m not finished yet. Were you planning to end it alone?”

“Ngh—ah…!”

The sensation of him splitting into my overstimulated body was painfully vivid.

Vasily pushed in slowly, almost leisurely, as if savoring my reactions. If I wanted to escape, now—before he was fully inside—was my only chance.

I tried twisting away, but he caught my hips. With both hands gripping me firmly, he drove the rest of the way in at once.

“Hh—!”

His length scraped roughly along my inner walls. I felt my prostate crushed somewhere deep, a shock of pleasure and pain mixed.

“Haa… still tight even the second time.”

“Nn—ahh…”

“And still hot.”

The fullness stole my breath.

My body tensed, trembling hard. Thankfully, Vasily didn’t move immediately. He held me still, giving me time to adjust. I struggled to swallow my soundless moans before managing to force out a single, breathy word:

“S-slowly…”

“I’ll go slowly.”

“Ah—!”

But despite saying so, his next movement was anything but gentle.

The force of his thrust rattled my entire body. He pulled out roughly, scraping my inner walls, then slammed back in, crushing my prostate again. The deep, overwhelming sensation left me clinging to him, nails digging in, unable to do anything but hold on.

Vasily ignored my helpless gasps and set a brutal pace. Only now did I realize how much he’d been holding back earlier while I moved above him.

Compared to this pressure, my desperate little movements had been nothing. And he kept hitting the most sensitive spot—each time he pushed in, release surged up tight and relentless. At some point, my front had hardened fully again.

“Nn—ah! F-faster—ngh—ah…!”

Wet sounds slipped from my lips. To stop the mindless moans spilling out, I pressed my mouth to Vasily’s.

He accepted the kiss eagerly. Dizzy with heat, I swallowed the cool slide of his tongue invading between my lips.

Even as our tongues tangled, his hips never stopped.

It was rough, wild—but unlike the memories of the past, it didn’t feel forced. Maybe because it didn’t hurt—because it felt unbearably good—both of us clung to each other, lost in shared heat.

“Ah! Nn—ah! Th-there—! Hh—!”

“Kh—”

“B-Vasily—ah!”

The bed creaked, but the sound of skin slapping was even louder. My moans overflowed, unending, and the sheer size driving into me made me feel like my mind was being taken too.

“A—ahhh!”

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as my climax hit. At the same moment hot release spilled from me, I felt Vasily pulse deep inside, pouring himself into me.

I trembled through the aftershocks for a long time before finally collapsing weakly onto the sheets.

When my legs slipped loose from around his waist, the heat filling me slowly slid out. Even the residual pulses of his energy were enough to overstimulate me; my body kept twitching long after he withdrew.

“You don’t need me to touch your front anymore—you come just fine now.”

“Shut up…”

I mumbled helplessly into the mattress. I had come three times in a row—there was no strength left to push him away.

Hearing my hoarse voice, Vasily handed me a water bottle. I drank with effort and closed my eyes to rest—only to feel his gaze burning on my lower back.

I tried ignoring it, but the next moment I felt that heavy, cold length press against me again. I flinched, barely lifting myself before Vasily pushed my nape down.

“You’re not… you’re not planning to keep going, are you?”

“Of course. I still need a lot more.”

“We can rest a little—ah!”

I had expected this—after the injury and clearing the S-class gate, one or two guidings would never satisfy him.

But… the real problem was my stamina. At this rate, the one collapsing in the infirmary wouldn’t be Vasily—it’d be me.

“Sorry, but I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

“Ahh…”

Without hesitation, the cold, hard length pushed in again, stretching me open. My loosened body accepted him easily, offering no resistance as he sank deep.