The Villain Who Robbed the Heroines

༺ Birds Of a Feather Flock Together (3) ༻

Squelch!

“……”

In a moment of stupor, Ferzen regained his focus upon hearing the vulgar noises ringing in his ears.

Despite his uncharacteristic physical training as a Warlock, it was too much to handle Laura, who was in a heightened state of arousal, all night long.

In fact, his upper body was aching while his lower body was already numb from pain.

His legs twitched every time Laura’s bottom slammed against him.

It was clear evidence that Ferzen was hitting his physical limit.

“Anng… Ah… Hnn……”

Yet, as if finding joy in Ferzen’s disheveled appearance, Laura grabbed his throat with both her hands and swirled her slender waist while riding him.

An uncouth technique without a hint of clumsiness or awkwardness.

Her beautiful legs and delicate waist, which surely weren’t intended for such use, were creating vulgar noises with Ferzen’s rod and squeezing her folds tightly.

And every time she did that, his semen, which had filled her to the brink, would leak out with a squelching sound due to the internal pressure, spreading a pungent scent of them both.

Slightly grimacing at that, Ferzen looked out of the window, leaving Laura to her own devices.

‘The dawn is breaking……’

The faintly rising sun, splitting the horizon dyed in darkness.

Perhaps because of that.

The messy scene of their intercourse, hidden for a long time under the veil of night, was slowly being revealed.

Not only the bed next to the chair they were sitting on, but their entangled bodies also candidly bore each other’s traces.

While Ferzen’s marks were closer to bruises, Laura seemed to bear all the marks that a man could leave on a woman.

If her mother, Veronica, saw Laura’s condition right now, she would have surely slapped Ferzen, if not stabbed him with a knife.

The traces Ferzen had inflicted on Laura were not evidence of a woman being loved by her man, but of an object being used to satisfy a beast’s desire.

…Of course, Ferzen had no intention of denying it.

Just as someone in deep sorrow would drink endlessly to forget, he had taken advantage of Laura’s insanity to relieve his frustrations.

That was a fact.

~Squelch.

As Laura’s vigorous waist movements gradually slowed down, Ferzen lowered his head.

He could feel her tight folds, which had been gripping his penis tightly until now, slowly loosening.

Then, Ferzen gently supported Laura’s back as he got up and carefully pulled his penis out.

Pop…!

Then, a vulgar sound, like the uncorking of a bottle of wine, came from below.

Drip.

“Ah……”

Of course, the one reacting to that sound wasn’t Ferzen.

No, to be exact, Laura, who was in his arms, flinched at the unfamiliar sensation.

Droplets of semen dripped from her gaping, dilated hole that might never close.

The alien sensation of something being expelled from her womanhood, a sensation almost impossible for a woman to feel, was bound to be strange.

As Laura, who had her hands on his neck, tried to lower her hand, Ferzen gently lowered her body onto the bed to prevent her from losing balance.

“……”

With cloudy eyes, Laura checked the state of her body.

Her hair, stained with sweat and semen, was annoyingly stuck to her, and when she swallowed, wisps of pubic hair got caught in her mouth.

She had never even kissed a man, but now she had already sucked a man’s rod in such a greedy manner.

Turning her head, she could clearly see his member stained with her lipstick.

Could it be that this lingering flavor in her mouth was the taste of that monstrosity?

She didn’t even know the sweetness of the first kiss, yet she knew what a man’s penis tastes like.

Even thinking about it herself, it was ridiculously absurd.

“Ah……”

However, without even the leisure to let out that chuckle, Laura bent her head down as her legs trembled and a searing pain rose in her privates.

Just how roughly had that thing in front of her eyes been thrusting into her?

Her once narrow slit was twitching wide open, precisely sized to its dimensions.

Also, the sensation of something warm oozing out of her was something incredibly disconcerting.

‘What on earth……’

Was he trying to get her pregnant by recklessly ejaculating like this?

Could it be that in his eyes, she was a woman who couldn’t even get pregnant?

‘……’

But looking at the tooth marks on her unimpressive chest, she thought maybe not.

Even her small breasts, from a man’s point of view, had something to desire.

Ferzen had ruthlessly marked her body.

“Ouch……ah……”

She was sore.

She was hurt.

She was tired.

Having been awake the long night, servicing him, how could her frail body withstand it normally?

In response to the rebound of the disgusting act, Laura collapsed, feeling intense dizziness.

The fact that she hadn’t lost consciousness was a testament to her resilience.

“……Rest. I’ll take care of the aftermath.”

As he gently stroked Laura’s hair, stained with sweat and semen, Ferzen, who had begun to move, opened the window for ventilation and began to erase the evidence of their coupling.

After he was finished cleaning, Ferzen, embraced Laura who had been staring at him, and walked calmly towards the bathroom.

“Gulp……!”

Once in the bathroom, Laura closed her eyes tightly at Ferzen’s action of shamelessly pouring warm water over her body and sticking his finger into her smooth slit.

She knew that his finger which was buried in her, was scraping out the sticky semen. But how could he act so shamelessly?

Wasn’t there something wrong with it?

Even holding hands was something that should be done with consent, but he was so naturally thrusting his thick middle finger into her and scraping her folds.

Of course, his touch was incredibly gentle.

However, Laura could only shudder at the dissonance coming from that gap.

Was Laura De Charles Rosenberg, as a woman, an entity that Ferzen could violate without a second thought?

……Given the nature of the secret they shared, it was understandable for him to become desensitized to her nakedness.

Still, the feeling of being cleaned up like a precious object at this moment was strangely sad, and Laura bit her lip hard.

“Uh… Sob…!”

And Ferzen, listening not just to the simple moan, but the sob mixed in it, looked at her.

“……”

Then he saw Laura who was grimacing as if she was about to burst into tears at any moment.

Yuriel and Euphemia.

They had cried in his presence a few times already.

But Laura had never done that, so her tears were enough to fluster Ferzen.

“Did it hurt?”

“S-Sob……Ah…!”

Perhaps it would have been better if he had remained oblivious until the end.

Seeing Ferzen trying to figure out her feelings ambiguously, it was hard for Laura to hide this resentful and sly emotion.

“I am… n-not… an o-object…I’m not……”

“……”

“B-but… Y-you……”

Laura’s tears continued to flow as she uttered those words.

Ferzen, not being insensitive, removed his finger from inside her and gave her small body a warm hug.

“……I’m sorry. I lacked manners in how I treated you.”

“Ahhh S-Sob……!”

Didn’t he know that admitting he was a brute with her was even worse now?

Sigh……

Her reflection in the mirror with faint steam was extremely miserable. How pathetic was it to see herself struggling to be found attractive by a man?

Yet she couldn’t hate this man, so Laura swallowed her tears and reached down to grab Ferzen’s shaft.

Then she slowly lowered her waist to push this monster into her.

“Ah…!”

Never, not once, did she have a memory of mingling bodies with him.

So how could her body accept the touch of this monstrous thing so familiarly?

She slowly lifted her head, learning the sensation of a man’s penis burrowing into her, and the feeling of his glans poking her cervix.

Then……

She reached out with both hands, shyly exploring Ferzen’s lips.

Being embraced by a man as a woman.

Kissing a man she loves.

Experiencing all of these things one by one.

This was Laura’s way of telling Ferzen.

That.

The one you’ve slept with was not just a mere beast…

She is Laura De Charles Rosenberg, a woman who so desperately wants to receive your love.

Throb…!

And, as if to make it an unforgettable memory forever, Laura slowly twisted her body forward and hesitated to sit on Ferzen’s lap.

“Huh…!”

Even though she wasn’t making any effort against Ferzen’s penis that was pressuring her womb, her legs began to tremble.

How shocking was the spectacle of her protruding lower belly?

But Laura endured it and spread her legs lewdly to the sides.

To reveal the sight of their genitals blatantly intertwined in the mirror beyond.

Swell!

Just as Ferzen started to spill his semen into her womb, Laura tightly constricted her narrow folds and led his large hand to her bulging lower belly.

Who is the woman he is holding right now?

Whose womb is he spilling his seed into?

As if to make him feel it clearly, she placed her hand on the back of Ferzen’s hand to prevent him from daring to move it away.

“Uh…! Huh… Ah… Ahhhh!”

A voice that was closer to a scream than a moan.

And her reflection in the mirror, having convulsions while gushing out a liquid.

All these things were so vulgar that Laura felt a sense of shame that could not be erased even by pleasure.

But this was not the image of a female beast in his arms, but the image of Laura, as a woman being embraced in his arms.

Yes, feeling a mild satisfaction in that, Laura stretched out her extremely tired body and reached out with both hands to touch Ferzen’s face.

Then, Ferzen lowered his head to meet her eyes and stroked her cheek.

Surely, it was a hand that was unnecessarily large.

But she enjoyed the sensation, and Laura rubbed her face against it like a puppy.

‘Really……’

Why did I end up liking a brat like you?

“Bad……B-bastard……”

Even though she knew why, she couldn’t understand it.

As such, Laura closed her eyes, and let herself succumb to exhaustion.

Naturally, her unspoken grumble was not heard by Ferzen.