[19] (EP-117.1) Gentle Prisoner #3
117 – Gentle Prisoner #3
I, Theo Gospel, or Lee Seong-eum.
Spanning both lives, my s£xual relationships with won could only be counted in one hand; twice with Elga and once with Mirna.
What was surreal to think about was being able to get intimate with Elga’s exquisite body that many n ever so desired.
It was warm and wet. The feeling of moist and tight was only possible thanks to the owner regularly training her body.
Her vag¡na gripping on my dicƙ alard though, because I felt like I would ejacuǀate if I was even a bit careless.
But I couldn’t.
I simply couldn’t cuɱ so early.
I rembered the ti I spent with Mirna.
During the second round, I passed out right after ejacuǀating.
Although she didn’t express it, Mirna probably thought, ‘What, premature ejacuǀation?’ and was inwardly disappointed in .
Gritting my teeth, I held myself back from cuɱming.
Ssugok, ssugok, jjigokjjigok.
“Eung, heueut, haang, aat…! No, no, no, stop it, stop please…!”
But today, Elga’s body was hotter. She was wrapping around like an octopus holding its prey. Her reaction was also quite intense.
Did she like the prisoner raƿe play that much?
I’d heard that lovers do s£x role-plays to add spice to their s£x life. And now that I had tried it myself, it had definitely worked.
It really felt like I was forcing Elga, which gave both a chilling sense of guilt and conquest for committing a ‘cri’.
“Euuk-.”
However, I eventually couldn’t stand it any longer and released everything inside Elga.
I tightly grabbed her ƅreasts, and pushed my dicƙ to the depths of her ƿussy and painted it white.
Kkulrong, kkulrong.
I could feel more cuɱ coming out than usual, that I couldn’t know when it was going to end.
Of course, hugging Elga’s soft and warm body felt good, so I didn’t mind staying like this for the rest of my life.
Seureuk.
That was when I felt Elga’s body slipping out of my arms.
Since I just ca, I was in a mont of weakness. Then Elga looked at with fierce eyes and suddenly reached towards .
Kwaaak-.
Elga’s soft hands clasped my neck.
“Die…!!!”
With that sharp cry, my body fell off the bed to the ground.
I felt dizzy after getting my head banged. Fortunately, thanks to the luxurious velvet carpet, a concussion was avoided.
But a concussion was the least of my worries right now…
“Die…!!!”
With bloodshot eyes, Elga’s grip was tightening on my neck.
My vision gradually darkened. I stupidly thought for a mont if this was simply part of the role play. But no matter how I looked at it, all signs pointed to negative.
Sothing was wrong-.
I struggled, trying to get out of Elga’s grasp.
But it was impossible to escape. It was like trying to wrestle a lion with your bare hands.
“Ugh-.”
I tried squeezing out a spell in an attempt to stop Elga, but not a single word ca out. My airway was blocked.
Mage’s spells needed to be chanted in order to use them. In this context, no matter how high my rank was or how great my magic could get, it would be aningless if I couldn’t recite the spell.
“Geuueueu, geueuunaeun….”
On the verge of losing consciousness, I moved my limbs vigorously, trying to stay awake.
At the sa ti, I constantly tried to sound sothing.
“o, ow-.”
‘ow ow.’
This was the safe word we agreed on to end this strange master-slave relationship. If I could say this, it’d be over. In other words, it was like a magic spell.
“ow, euuk, ow….”
“…….”
I didn’t know if it worked or not, but I could see Elga’s demonic frown gradually loosening.
At the sa ti, she released . I could finally feel blood and oxygen circulate into my head again.
“Cough, cough-.”
I took in all the air I could get, from which the sudden influx made cough. anwhile, Elga, who was on top of my body, looked at her hands and mumbled.
“No…. That wasn’t on purpose-. I was sure there was a man who caught . I was made a prisoner….”
“Eugeugeu….”
Elga then shouted as I massaged my sore neck, seemingly to have read my expression.
“No…! I didn’t do it on purpose…!”
She grabbed by the shoulder and said, making question if this was the sa person who had just been strangling my neck with all her might.
“It’s not on purpose, there really was a man…! A bas†ard like Baldimore. He wanted to defile a Lioness…!”
“Ugh….”
I wanted to say sothing, but couldn’t since my throat felt stuffy. Did the role play break Elga’s mind?
Elga clinged to with a pleading, frightened look.
“I was wrong…! Please forgive …! It wasn’t on purpose, I an it…! Uh, uh…!”
Elga probably thought that I was angry and would lash out at her.
For example, saying, “I can’t bear with this sh¡t anymore,” before getting up and then leaving to never see Elga again.
To be honest, I was indeed angry. However, my focus shifted more on Elga’s current expression, which was a common expression amongst children at the orphanage.
Elga’s body was saying, “Don’t abandon -.”
If it was the usual Elga, she would never show anything like that, especially asking for forgiveness. She was as proud as a lion.
But now, Elga looked like an abandoned chick wet from the rain. I felt the need to do sothing instead of getting angry.
Lest the panicking Elga caused more trouble, I needed to calm her down.
Instead of forcing my broken throat, I used my relatively normal hand instead and touched Elga’s cheek.
“Eut…!”
Elga trembled, prepared to be slapped on the face by .
Of course, I wasn’t going to slap her. On the contrary, I gently caressed her flushed cheek that was dampened by never ending tears.
Sotis, there was nothing more effective than a person’s simple warmth when it ca to soothing soone.
Edited by: faker
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