Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

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"Hngh~! Ahn~!", The room was filled with a succession of soft moans as his hands persistently shaped her side boob, while his forefinger massaged against her pink nipple, which, despite its resistance, twitched in response to growing desire. Meanwhile, his other hand began to gently glide down, aiming to peel away the last remnants of her dress that concealed her lower half.

Damien's hands moved gracefully, like a pianist caressing the keys, each note evoking a sweet melody, as he gently explored her boob. Meanwhile, his firm chest took every opportunity to brush against her delicate, soft skin.

With every moment her moans mingled in the air, his ears, eager to hear more, tempted his mind to continue Playing with your fingers, willfully disregarding the discomfort it caused her.

His left hand, which had some old knuckle fractures still showing, felt like it was floating in bliss right now, surrounded by fluffy clouds healing his wound through some crazy nerve sensations.

At the same time, he couldn't help but notice how her soft, plump breast's outer softness was molding to his grip. His hand wasn't entirely submissive either in that pleasure—it was like a little dance, urging him to use his fingers more as he felt the firmness, that heart-stopping nipple, flinch at each touch, revealing the arousal occurring inside her body.

"Haah~ Huek~?!" Emilia's eyes widened while moaning due to painful sensation near her breast. But suddenly she felt him directly biting near her neck. More like sucking it too hard that she flinched due to pain, Causing her to wince,"Hngh...! Ahh... it hurts Damien... Haah"

Emilia couldn't wrap her head around why she was getting dissolved in this feeling. She'd only ever seen it in those porn movies where the guy keeps grinding his hips while the girl moans louder and louder. It always made her think that you could only really feel the high once the actual penetration happens.

But here she was, and even though he was just playing with her breasts and nibbling on her neck, she could feel her saliva slipping out, showing just how wild her mind was getting, causing her to reply with her teary eyes making her vision hazy,"Ahn... w-why...? Hngh~♡ it's d-differnt... Heukk~ from... p-orn... Nngh~♡"

On a regular day, she would never have dared to ask such a question out of sheer embarrassment. But at this moment, her mind felt fuzzy and lost in a weird sensation, her legs rubbing together like they were waiting for something to ease that annoying itch.

She didn't quite get what was happening, but with his weight on her, she couldn't really arch her body or use her fingers to scratch that itch down there—at her pussy, which felt damp, itchy, and as if craving something to rub against it.

"Hmm.... Porn? Emilia, the women shown there are not real.... slurp", Damien, noticing the way her voice intertwined with soft moans, understood the unspoken question she had in mind. He responded while continuing to place a hickey near her neck, the natural fragrance assaulting his senses, forcing him to claim her as his own.

"Mmmmmhhh~! N-not rea— Ahngh~!♡!" Emilia, hearing his words, claiming how the woman shown in porn video are not real, wanted to argue but her eyes rolled back the moment she felt his other hand slid through her dress and directly land on her puffy vulva which was soaked wet due to water and her own fluid Caused due to unbearable sensation Assaulting her mind.

"Yeah, those are not real women", Damien whispered as he released her hands, allowing them to drift downwards. His fingers moved gently over her face, which bore a look of madness, suggesting she was lost—her eyes rolled back while her lips glistened with saliva.

It was evident that her body reacted with much greater intensity to his touch. With skills honed over many lifetimes, Damien's fingers moved smoothly over her porcelain skin before lightly trailing across her lips. After a gentle tap with his index finger, he revealed with a slight groan,"Arg... they are whores or bitches"

"AaaNnnGghhhh~♡"

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His fingers, initially just seeking to graze her vulva, found themselves slipping in due to their wetness, pushing against a delicate membrane before encountering a strong force that gripped his fingers from every direction—plush, pliable, drenched, cozy yet unyieldingly powerful.

Comparing it to a hydraulic press wouldn't be an exaggeration, as the pressure from her vaginal walls caused him to groan, bringing back memories of his knuckle injuries.

Yet, it seemed he wasn't alone in his suffering at that moment. As if attempting to submerge his finger in water and suffocate it with a lack of air, a wave of fluid erupted from her vagina, preventing any chance for his finger to breathe. The dampness enveloped his finger while accompanied by a loud howl from her lips, which were parted while trying to catch her breath.

"You know the difference between a whore and a woman?" Damian, feeling that his finger would just hurt itself by staying in that flooded small cave, retreated back. For the last time, he wanted to tell Emilia as he came near her ear, her haggard, warm breath brushing through his face.

He replied, "A whore's voice is like the tune of a costly, broken instrument, which can only be appreciated by those who have purchased it without having tasted the real melody. On the other hand, a woman's voice is like a perfect, flawless instrument, like you, my dear Emilia, an instrument which wants me to keep playing it again and again."

"Haah...! Haaah....! P-please d-do it... D-Damien," Emilia stretched her hand while trembling, not understanding any of his words as her fingers slowly reached for his black raven hair before clutching it tightly, using it as her support. She pushed him lower, trying to relieve the sensation inside her lower body that was craving to be filled right now.

It was not that she had never masturbated before, but the sensation right now was completely different from self-pleasure.

It felt as if she could die at any moment—a death filled with pleasure.

Her chest felt heavy with a distinct weight. It was very tight. She could feel her nipples twitching and flinching as his firm chest rubbed against her body.

Right now, she wanted nothing but him inside her.

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